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Day 4

Day 4

One or two days later, my college friend had come to my office for some book from me and seeing the stunning lady went all bonkers. 

When he met me in the cabin, his dilemma was explicitly written on his face. His shock was beyond repair. We both used to catch the first bus 3B in the morning at 5 a.m. from Alipore to college street. He wanted innumerable answers. I could read it in his horror stricken eyes "Why had he been kept in the dark"and I was like "what was the hurry for the book." " You won't become Kalidasa in a day".

I gave the book to him and he left immediately, knowing the strict decorum of the office which had been fed in his mind by me. I knew he will be at bus stop half hour early and wait for me for explanations. Before going out of office, he deliberately asked the stunning Lady where the restroom was and went to relieve himself. I knew he was trying his futile best to impress the lady. Since the office was a real worse than Adolf Hitler's pin drop silence one, he had come out of the restroom with face more shining after the deliberate wash and he asked the lady the permission to go to my cabin again, because of my strategic location I saw him talking again with her and approach my cabin. I knew what he would be saying. "Abey, kal jaldi aaiyo sabere."

Yes, he had said that and left. That age never dreamt of the tech we see now, whatsapp etc. that plans program to the nearest second. We had to wait for another day and time. I sometimes now feel that was better because we got time to plan the plots to clear the air. Now a days people get caught off guard. I am tempted to deviate a bit from my main story here as an interesting phenomenon of pager came to my mind. I remember when pager system was launched it was tough to deny receipt of information and my one colleague had dumped it and when inquired why he hadn't done as directed by pager message, he replied sheepishly, "sir, when I went to toilet the pager fell in the commode."

Coming to the point, we met next day and as expected, he wanted explanations as to why wasn't he informed of her and was their any chemistry between us and the relief he got when I said I had my books as my first love and she is just an office colleague, that's all. 
Now he wanted an introduction of himself with her properly. In his own words, "abey, tere se to kuch hone se raha, meri intro karwa aaj."  (You can't do anything, introduce her to me today.) 
I had weaved out my plan of action and the blow I was to give him was more a more fierce one. I never wanted to be a part of intro's where any mishap and I am stuck with the tensions of patching ups and all. You have the calibre, go ahead and fall in ditch. 
Expressly I said,"her boyfriend comes every evening on bike to pick her up."

And our conversation came to a dead halt. He sat mourning his newfound love...,,

To be continued..,.......,

Day 3

Day 3

I picked the phone knowing the ripple effects  of hair reached the beautiful lady and she must've been concerned for me. My mood wasn't ready for any talks upon the topic in office, so I discretely told her to disconnect at the time. 

I knew in my heart about the fate of this affair, if it was given water to grow, it would get into a difficult stage to back out. I had to close the chapter today itself before it began, as they say, nip in the bud. My motto had been to be married to my books. 

I used to walk from Dalhousie square to YMCA club after office to play table tennis after office hours daily. Today I offered the beautiful lady to accompany me to YMCA and we would have some chat along the way. 

As we walked, hand in hand, I knew I was going to be harsh and I didn't want to keep someone in the lurch. 

I, a reader, had plenty of words to crawl myself out of it as this was a start only. She had some fascination for me and at that age I too had that zing but I had one more thing, prudence. That prudent knowledge which my books had lavishly adorned me with. I had created a fictitious girlfriend out of thin air and plainly told her that I am in love with a girl and we plan marriage in near future. She liked my frank talk and told me about her fascination for me and her heart was clear and she liked my clear talks first hand. We agreed to be just good friends and nothing more. We had coffee at YMCA, and she left.

I had successfully cleared the air. Next day I reached office with nice military cut haircut and clean shaven, looking more dashing than before. I had bought another book that day, of "Irving Wallace, The Word " and already started the read.

To be continued........,

Day 2

Day 2,

My college was morning one and I did everything there except study course books. The office that I worked in was a little lenient on me as I used to reach there by 11a.m. When everyone had settled with their works. 

I reached office little jubilant by yesterday's brief talk. I hadn't shaved and my hair was at it's rocking best, disheveled and flowing freely like my heart. I never used oil in my hair because I liked each strand of hair on my head to freely enjoy the air and breathe. 
The first exclamation was received at the gate itself, "kee daaroon, khoob bhalo laagche" ( looking dashing in hair style and beard.)
I too complimented her and cheerful by the nice start went on to start the daily routine job. Reporting to the boss, he took notice of my arrogant hair and beard. "Ei kee tomaar college naa ki, chool kaatiye, daadhi baaniye bhadro maanush motun officei aashte hobe. Ei yaarki eikhaane cholbe naa." ( is this your college, you have to come to office like a gentleman with clean shave and proper hair cut nicely groomed. This type of attitude won't work here.)

I understood that this man must have overheard the remarks of the beautiful lady. He didn't have trouble with my hair earlier and now this sudden change of attitude was perplexing. I didn't reiterate at that moment but I sat thinking at my table. "Is this company worth the sacrifice of my beard and hair." and I had found my answer, and I wrote a resignation letter and gave it to my boss. I clearly stated I am working sincerely but if my hair is problematic, I cannot leave my hair behind and come to work. 

Then I came to know one hard fact, i had resigned but this boss seeing the letter started hollering, "ei ki yaarki aache, eikhuni paalao eikhan theke, onek deserving staff peye jaabo." (What a joke this is? Run away fast from here, will find numerous more deserving staff than you.)

The hard fact was that just for some admiration I had kicked a nice job..............,suddenly I heard my line ring and awoke from dream. How could I get rid of this company. No, I had to do away with beard and get haircut the first thing tomorrow morning. Destiny beckoned......,

To be continued....,.....


The other Rio

I am aged...,, sorry hell no, not aged, young and rocking with a heavy craze for books. I had been lucky to have been a daily stalker of books paradise, the second hand book market at college street Kolkata as my college was adjoining that road itself. That age wasn't of the mobiles or facebook and my favorite pass time were to be engrossed in the plots of writers and feel the rage, joy, tact, they took me in. I didn't have a taboo on a genre of writeup and read from hindi writers to english ones with the same enthusiasm for all. Once I got into reading I would generally put it down after completing it. I could be seen reading book while commuting, crossing road, at office of work because no cameras were there in those days and work, i would finish in a jiffy and cunningly get to reading the unfinished book and report the work done only when it's call was made. 

One day an interesting incident happened. The office receptionist was a dashing cute gal and our talks had been only restricted to being greeted by her upon entering the office, nothing more. My cabin was strategically located but I had my books as my first priority and work as second priority. Months had passed in office and this one day this receptionist rang my line and when I picked up she said, " aami boi podhchi, boss ke bolben naa." ( I am reading a book hiding, don't tell the boss.)

I thought in my mind "et tu brutei" but  told her to carry on as I am not the type saying ill of fellow workers."

But common interest had got us talking......

To be continued...,(only if I see adequate interest by way of comments.)

Excerpts from Diary

Excerpts from the diary of Rio

5th January 1988, 

Had a wonderful time. Mussoorie rocks, kempty falls Rocks. Had spent childhood here on these mountains and life hadn't been such rosy as it was, as now that I roamed the place with hands in the hands of my God sent life partner for life. She was afraid as she had come here the first time in her life. Since I was known to the roads and the trees and the restaurants here, all were welcoming my new avatar of life and did I say jealous, no they were all happy for me finding a life partner at this raw age of 23 years. They all showered their blessings profusely. I feel fully elated in my childhood environment. How I wish I could stay here all my life. I will leave tomorrow as work beckons. I am greatly indebted to the air here which filled my heart with the old pleasant smell. Smell of being one with me. It is with a sorrowful heart that I will leave them all. I will come again soon and with soon I really mean soon.

6th January 1988,

Train is on the move, slow and steady. My dear darling is really a darling because knowing my saddened mood she had clenched my hand and affirmed to come here again soon enough. I only hoped against hope she would be successful in bringing me here again. Train is getting late and late. Wherever it stops it's wheels get jammed. It looks my journey of 20 hours will take 30 hours at this rate. With the current speed and train stop timing I only hope that train reaches Gorakhpur by lunchtime. I will jump outside as the train halts there to bring hot lunch from outside for my darling. My heart is singing "darling darling, ohh my darling.."  She doesn't know I plan to bring her hot food within some odd hours. Train attendant too gave my plan a go ahead and planned my mode of action. I am too happy for his cooperation. Some more hours remain for Gorakhpur and I will surely bring good hot food, come what may.

7th January 1988,

What rubbish system is this. Train stopping at odd halts for hours and the big main station like Gorakhpur it leaves within minutes. Coolie also misguided me saying train will stop here at least one hour. I had brought such great food within 20 minutes but train had left without taking me. I stood in my night suite with just rupees 500 and train was running away with my darling wife.
I stood just horror stricken and helpless and a coolie passing by gave a smile which I did construe as salt thrown at wounded heart. My brain acted fast and I had to show this runaway train that I too had the mettle. I came out of the platform running as each second counted and eyes searched for a great big vehicle to catch up with the runaway train. There wasn't time for searches and experiments. Seeing a new jeep with an energetic driver approached him and asked him to take me to "Deoria" the next stop of the runaway train. This man understood my plight and ordered me to hop in instantly and before hopping as directed I just confirmed for the money issue as the 500 rupees were only that I had on me and as if this beautiful driver was a God sent one dear diary, as he demanded just the exact 500 that I had on me. This could not be a coincidence I strongly think now. My hopping into the seat next to him in the jeep and he put his one had upon the horn honking and took off for the mission Catching the Runaway train. This dude was real driver as the busy town went by within seconds and the jeep ran at full throttle at free road. He cautioned me not to worry again and again and I just worried that this God sent man is excited to catch the train more than me and he doesn't get over excited because the speed was really ultimate. Soon I sighted my train moving as the road ran parallel to the rail tracks considerable number of miles. I could sense the excitement surge inside the dude driving and my heart was baffled to see the train driver too catching on speed. How come this train which had moved like a sluggish toy train all along was garnering the speed of a jet plane. This dude dear diary, wasn't to be beaten and he did succeed in overtaking the callous runaway train, though I had to take some hits on my head due to the jumps the jeep took on some equally callous bumps trying their futile best to stop our reunion. What the hell could these petty hindrances do when this God sent vehicle, the Pushpak viman was driven by none other Lord Vishnu himself, though he had left the Shankha, chakra, and Gada before taking the seat. 

We reached Deoria when the announcement of arrival of train was being made. Since this person was really Godly, I wanted to reward but having just the 500 rupees with me I gave him the money and he took the money with pleasure. I thanked him with all my heart and soul and he too awaited for the train to arrive. Within two minutes train came and this was a great reunion for both of us. This Godly man aka Lord Vishnu, took our leave having done the job perfectly well. 

The attendant told me how my wife had been practically hanging on the chain to stop the train but nothing happened but he prayed for me to catch up on the train and I assured him his prayers were really answered. The food had become cold but with the joy of reunion it tasted more divine though my darling had shown little disgusting frame of mind to the food which had driven her heart topsy turvy, but when I started feeding my better half with my own hands her anger vanished away. I will never forget this food and the race in my whole life my dear diary.

This post has been inspired and penned for the FoodFix situation by TinyOwl. These are the new avatar of modern technology which helps to get good food at your doorstep. Here are their links for Android and for Ios

The Meet with the Shylock

Not some time long ago, it so happened that I had been to a big town with my close friend. In the evening he suggested we visit a  close relative of his and munch on some homemade snacks, though he was a little shaky that the treatment would be good because they were misers of the Shylock era. I got excited upon the meet with the Shylocks and we both ventured towards their home.

We both reached their home after a torturous ride in a rickshaw on a pot holed road. We were greeted well. The host was caught unawares. He called up his servant and giving him fifty rupees said, " jaa beta, bazzar se lassi le aa." ( go son, bring some  lassi from market.)

We started talking about health of people back home etc. etc. and he switched to the topic of things that were abundant in villages. He hadn't received the mangoes he used to since some years, so it was stressfully conveyed to my friend that he should get one big sack full of mangoes coming season. My friend was nodding his head in sync. And I awaited the goddamn LASSI. I thought the snacks tray would come up with the Lassi but this servant wasn't back with the Lassi. After an hour of impatient wait the host realized that servant wasn't back yet. He started cursing the servant and a demand again to send a good servant from village. 

Two more hours elapsed and the rats had started jumping to and fro in the stomach but this servant was a masterpiece. 
Any knock at gate and I thought must be the servant with the Lassi but no, some odd neighbors coming for something this relative had taken from them. 

Time was passing by and I motioned my friend to ask forgiveness and leave the place fast as I could not bear the rats high jumps and triple jumps inside my stomach anymore. 

The host suddenly remembered pure ghee, and a tin of pure ghee too was added to his list of demands to be sent to him. The word of pure ghee was heard by the rats as well and they started a fight inside the stomach amongst themselves. 

This was really intolerable now and I got up to leave and the door was knocked and opened by the host. There stood the long awaited servant with a packet in hand. Host started hollering at him for being so late and all the house work got pending. Then he asked for the money that was saved after buying Lassi. The packet he had brought looked heavy and the host got angered again. "How many times have I told you to use your brains and bring lesser quantity but you have brought this much that will feed the house for a month. I was curious how much lassi he would serve us. May be in a tea cup we would get some lassi because he could feed this for one month. 

I nudged at my friend to ask forgiveness and leave, but he said that Lassi too had arrived and it wouldn't look good if we left like like that. 

Opening the packet the host found "Rassi" (rope) lying there and started hollering again. One work I give you and you can't do that properly. The rats inside were cursing the rope. They too had tasted the Shylocks. Then host hollered at him to go back again and return the rope and bring LASSI faster this time.

I asked forgiveness myself saying there was no need as our stomachs were full.
The host said he would accompany us to the sweet shop in the market but I had dodged him cleverly saying we both were on a fast that we keep on Tuesday. I knew if he comes to the sweet shop he would excuse himself of having forgotten his purse in a hurry and we would end up paying for the sweets he would have gotten packed for his monthly consumption.

We both left the place hurriedly with the burden of a big list of goods to be sent.
This post has been inspired and penned for the FoodFix situation by TinyOwl. These are the new avatar of modern technology which helps to get good food at your doorstep. Here are their links for Android and for Ios

One and Two

He came, she went,

She came, he went.

She knew him well, that's why,

He knew nothing, that's why.

God knowing well , the doom,

Enjoyed playing the prank, the bloom.

He did meet her , to everyone's pleasure,

Everyone too, never wanted their displeasure.

He and she became one,

Though they were two, not one.

He wanted to sit on couch all day,

She wanted to shop all day.

God was enjoying the game,

The kicks, the ball, intervals & the goal,

Kicking on everything, out of goal.

He and she both had become one, Monsieurs,

So who the hell, could make them two,Mademoiselles.

Friends foes and countrymen,

All beings along with countrywoman.

Carry this to greater length by comments,

Syncing and rhyme in opposing comments.

His brain shuteth here,

Her brain shuteth never.


Fatcat gaming had deferred from honoring the bloggers review campaign organized at indiblogger in India and now a lot more chances are that South American gamers too being duped like the Indians. 

This post has been written just as an eye opener for gamers and lottery players.

This link is enough that says all,

BNLF, Are You Game

BNLF = Blog  + Now + Live + Forever

I remember myself searching something on Google six years back and stumbled upon a blogger blog and there was a prompt on top, "create your own blog" and myself just novice in computers created a blog of my own "my musings". It's been a long time since and learned a lot during these years and second great thing that happened was my coming across indiblogger some five and a half years back. Here I can say with pride now, I did have a great time, healthy discussions, hilariously enjoying ones, seriously serious ones, fighting for friends, fighting with friends, etc.etc. This was a congregation where poets, writers, techies, gadgets experts and numerous variety of bloggers interacted heartily. In due time I came to understand that the maxim I had read somewhere fitted in life too well," there is never just one reality, we each have our own version." 

Blogging arena is expanding like hell, and world isn't left like that of the frog in a small well now. This frog might be having a nice 4G connectivity  well, with nice waterproof phone and waterproof laptop and conveying to the world his emotions, knowledge etc. etc. 

I do remember ancient traditions of "Kumbh Mela" where great intellectuals from world over gathered once in three years over the riverside alternately in four different places. It had a religious aspect and a foresighted thinking of exchange of ideas and imparting of knowledge during that period. Indiblogger has come up with a congregation of Bloggers where bloggers from every field meet under one roof and get their minds reactivated with fresh bursts of knowledge. 

A great endeavor indeed where renowned personalities  will be accessible and impart their knowledge. 

I wish to pen here a small real happening with Siri Rabindranath Tagore. He was sitting with a renowned painter of his time, I do not remember his name right now and his disciple brought a painting made by him. It was a marvelous piece as Sri Rabindranath ji too saw it and appreciated it. The great painter rubbished his work saying to go and learn from painters who paint temporary pictures on the road. When his disciple went, Sri Rabindranath ji asked him as to why he had scolded him that way when his work was really superb. He said that if he had praised him, his growth would have stopped there itself. This disciple had returned six months later painting on the roads with those poor painters and returned a fully changed man upon the Gurudev's feet saying he had learnt amazing knowledge from them. The ultimate thing is that there is no end to knowledge and we must keep on progressing in leaps and bounds. 

So, what are you waiting for? Act fast while the seats are left. 

A brief glimpse of some highlights. More can be seen at the link itself.

The Kati Roll Fix London.

The Kati Roll Fix. London 

I was in London a year ago on a short stay over before heading to Edinburgh with my son. Being pure veggies we were cautious in our food search, with costs in pounds, we couldn't go on an experimental spree. For lunch we both went to a restaurant which had good gathering, far from our hotel, walking guided by Google maps. We had rejected a restaurant in front of our hotel seeing less people there. The bigger one with great ambience and crowded one we did enter and had our fill, but we weren't satisfied. Then for night dinner we were more choosy and found this The kati roll company. The amazing taste of paneer achaari kati roll and Chole kati rool with reasonable pricing had set in my mind that our search had ended. Satisfied we both had full fill and took a tube train to the station near our hotel. Next day we left our hotel well before time of departure of train to Edinburgh and reached the station to take our train to Edinburgh. It was a five hours long journey and we had worked as planned and  I stayed with the big luggage we were carrying and my son took a tube train to get the Paneer Achari and chole Kati rolls. Luggage was  too much for me to carry alone and I enquired a T.T. looking gentleman passing by about my train. He directed me to the way and said boarding had started. I again asked him how could I take all this luggage. He told me to put a pound coin in the slot of a trolley and take the trolley and utilize it. I followed the process and at the entrance of ticket gate they checked my ticket. It was a joint ticket and the time of departure was drawing near. I requested them for permission to put luggage ontrain and come back at gate for my son who would be arriving soon. I had a chat with him and he said he would reach within 5 minutes. We both didn't know they locked the entrance to platform gate 5 minutes before the departure of train. This wasn't like India where people could accompany their relatives to the train and set them securely and do bye bye till the train fades into the horizon. 

I had dumped the luggage hurriedly into the compartment number of train  slated for both of us and as was leaving the trolley there, but the conductor seeing a newbie, showed me the place to stash the trolley. When I stashed the trolley a pound coin came out that I had paid before. My mind was happy for it, getting back the lost coin but my son hadn't reached. I rushed at the gate. The two ladies there were in a hurry to close the gate. I requested them that he was running towards the platform and since we are new here he must have had misunderstood the platform. I rang him again and he said he would be there within two minutes. And these two were tired of my tantrums.  If I had given the slightest hint that two minutes more were needed, they would have closed the gate instantly. I told them he is on the run towards the platform and would be here any moment. They tried closing  the gate and I gathered all my guts and deliberately put my foot at the closure point and blocked the lockout of gate. I had created a treason in a foreign land, not knowing the consequences but that was the only option left. They both looked at me as if they would eat me alive. I requested them again to atleast help me to bring my luggage out as it was set on the train. First it had to be taken out as I was not ready to travel without him. Just then I sighted my son running towards the gate with food packages in hand. They too heaved a sigh of relief as taking out the luggage too would require time. We both ran towards our compartment in train and we set the luggage properly slowly with ease. The melodrama had ended in a nice ending.

The food packet was getting cold and it really deserved the hot munches upon it, after all the hassles endured. 

This post has been inspired and penned for the FoodFix situation by TinyOwl. These are the new avatar of modern technology which helps to get good food at your doorstep. Here are their links for Android and for Ios

image courtesy The kati roll company 

image courtesy the kati roll company

Pasta Ahoy

The package of pasta lay on the table of a house in a remote village in Bihar. It had to go through a strenuous wait mid way and finally after reaching the destination, it lay there since last two days pitying itself on unfortunately reaching a household where pasta had never been cooked.

It had seen me many times eying the packet closely and understood that nasty experiments would have to be taken head on and this novice might overcook and destroy the ultimate efforts spent upon the making of the godly creation "Chifferi Rigatti." It had taken a sneak peak in the kitchen to look for it's co ingredients, thyme, basil , oregano, white wine, red wine,etc etc.and what not but was perplexed to see none around. It saw all sorts of unrecognizable oddly smelling ones talking to each other and laughing. It was in no mood to get itself nowhere near them, but seeing no other alternative it tried to mix up with them. Turmeric powder said it had immense power of healing and was the most lovable in the house. Kitchen King masala interjected boasting it's universality into any dish formulation here. The much famed Chole masala which had come all the way from the famous Bille di Hatti in delhi, lay in a costly jar, reclining, considered the talk futile, and pretending he heard nothing, looked sideways ignoring them. No matter how much they bragged,"taste" was it's forte and it had often seen people literally licking the plates just for it's yummy quality. People thronged at Bille Di Hatti just due to one grand master performer and it very well knew it's importance. It had made up it's mind not to talk to these people and directly have a tete a tete chat with the master of the house. Chifferi Rigatti seeing the nasty attitude Chole masala, thought to himself, let him have the special jar, it didn't need them at all as their originator Delmonte had adorned them with built in reusable air tight packing seal.

While the master of the house sat brooding over the limited resources available. Taking the pasta packet in hand, taking a deep breath reading the instructions, sighing putting it back upon the table. Thought process went more complex now. Googled results had been more confusing and having read many recipes by and large, the master sat meditating upon the various possibilities of a new avatar of pasta creation, simple to cook but be the king of yum taste. Knowing well the Chifferi Rigatti laying upon the table had taken a lot of trouble reaching up to this place and it's creator Delmonte of Italy had left no stone unturned in perfecting it's creation. Resources were limited here but the zeal to create something yummy was 

Chole masala tried to say something to the master in it's punjabi dialect, but the master overstrained by the limited resources had to put him down immediately in his bihari dialect Laloo style, "bhak budbak, hiya Italy ke International style pasta banawat hain, besi labar labar naa kara," ( duffer, I am creating Pasta that has come all the way from Italy, in International style, don't try to talk nonsense.) 

Google had given enough hints and as thyme and basil were loved world over, the master was busy searching something more thymy and more basilly. 

Since thyme and basil were mere flavors, adding their indian counterparts in the water with the salt and boil the pasta in it would serve the purpose. Seeing the logic a trial was made on this front. Gravy would contain the other ingredients which were floating in the mind. 

Thus thinking the recipe construction began with camera in hand. Let's see how this comes up. 

Take three litres water in a container , it was written on the packet, but after extensive search master came across a chow tip to use cold water in a lot less quantity. Due to cold water pasta wouldn't stick and that same water could be used in sauce making. Another idea that came up was to use thyme and basil fresh leaves along with the pasta to boil, this would add the flavor in the pasta itself. Thus thinking, thyme and basil leaves were plucked from garden and added with the Delmonte pasta one cup to boil in refrigerated cold water. Results can be seen in pictures. 

Added salt while boiling

then rinsed

tomatoes boiled in same water 

mixed in mixer to make paste

tomato puree is made

put one table spoon olive oil in pan and add finely chopped green chilly when the oil gets heated a bit. 

add tomatoe puree with grated onion, garlic, and some pepper with some salt

Then add the tomato paste that had been created earlier with minutely chopped onion and minutely chopped garlic.
Then add the earlier boiled pasta and sauté over mild flame.

Then heat a little finely chopped garlic on a pan and heat bread over it to bring in some garlic flavor to the bread. Then put the bread on a plate and pour the cooked pasta over it.

yummy pasta ready

Don't wait now, and eat the yummy pasta thus created.

I had searched Google for insights into creating this pasta. Though I am no professional and video from zee khana khazana was helpful

This post has been penned for Delmonte contest at indiblogger.

Two Oldies

A tattered board outside the clinic of Ayurvedic Dr. Phuinsiwala depicted the state of the Doctor in the deteriorating economic blizzard sweeping the nation. There was a time when the board was dazzling new and the artist whose hands had touched the paint brush to paint the tattered board had become a famous artist raking millions. The long line of patients outside the clinic was a common thing but now all patients were whisked by the MBBS and MD Doctors. Dr. Phuinsiwala too distrusted his own medicine and resorted to go to these Doctors whenever he faced ailments in his family. 

Phuinsiwala used to await anxiously, daily in the evening for his friend, Nimkiwala to arrive at his clinic holding onto his stick and legs some how. Nimkiwala too had been a prosperous Bakery owner of his time but beaten badly by the new multinational brands. Both the weathered and tattered friends would talk upon the impending doom the national policies were leading with jet speed. Today Phuinsiwala was worried as his friend hadn't reached yet. He had been always punctual and now already three full minutes had passed and Phuinsiwala's fragile brain had started feeding ill omens in his stomach. "Had he been hit by some rash driver on the way." "Had he fallen down due to his stick slipping away." Many thoughts were running in Phuinsiwala's mind and creating gas in his stomach. His mind was made up. He would wait another full minute before he would call the police. Second ticked by and with every second his heartbeat was escalating. He checked upon his watch if there was some anomaly in it. He put the stethoscope on his 1951 model swiss manual wind table clock. The ticks thumping heavily upon his ears in the correct beat. Satisfied he kept the clock back upon the table. He picked his phone receiver and dialed 100 slowly with his anxious eyes upon the road pavement. 

"Hello, " a heavy voice echoed in his ears and his eyes sighted Nimkiwala staggering towards him with his stick firmly held. Phuinsiwala's mind came at ease, a bit relieved. "Hello, arrey speak up, man, has someone stabbed you or what." Voice again hurled over the earpiece from the other end.
Phuinsiwala muttered slow sorry and hung up as he was in no mood to waste his two hours precious time on the police officer.

Nimkiwala sighing as he sat on the couch besides his pal. Phuinsiwala's eyes beamed with glitter as he shook hands with Nimkiwala. 

P :  "Nimki yaar, kitthe reh gya tha tu, poore tinn mint kaise beete ki dassan tannu."

N : " ikk sohni kudi mil gyi si, rasta pucchan lag rhi si."

P : " too kado ni sudhrega Nimki, umra ho gyi 80 di hor husn bikherde chalde raste vich tussi. 

N : phuinsi yaar, kal jo dawaai li thi na, twaddi almari naal, puraani ayurvedic sheeshi thi, puri gat kar gya yaar doodh vichh dal ke. 

P :" tussi kado mar jaauga, mai kya si do boond dallan waaste, enni mehangi bottle thi. Natural panne da paani tha. "

N : Laughing," kuch ni hoga sannu, chinta naa kiya kar tussi, chinta vaddi haraaman hoti. Tussi chinta naal maroge ek din."

P :" Nimki, yaar, tannu poore tinn min lag gye rasta batawan me."

N : "ni yaar, bata to main ikk minute me sakada tha, pan ghuma ke bataya, do minnt usme lagg gye."

P : "twadda koi illaj na mere kol, hor bata, bhabhi ji da haal chal bata."

N : "tussi chutki naa le meri Phuinsi, mainu sab pata hai twadda haal."

P : "chal ren de, tu bura maan gya, le, chilam pi. ( offering chilam)

N : taking the chilam and drawing a deep breath inhales the smoke of weed. Exhaling satisfied, "ajj subere keh diya si, ghar ni awaange," 

P :" pata hai yaar, koi  nawi gall bata."

N : "desh da ki howega, saare firangiyaan de haath bik gye ne"

P : taking a deep breath on chilam, "hor ki, saare neta Dubaan lagg rahe, bachawega kaun."

N: yaar phuinsi, too kyun ni khada ho jaata election me. Desh nu twaddi zarrorat si.

P : " ni banana mainu koi neta weta, kitti baar bataya, mere jaise log keval fikar kar sake desh ki, us se jiyada kuch ni"

N : "ayurveda ki kitaab tune likhi thi, uski royalty kuch aani shuru hui?"

P :" kahan, publisher se baat hui, bahot gusse naal keh riya si, saddi kitaabe raddi naal bhi naa bik rehi, royalty khoj rya si assi"

N : " koi ni, sadde din badlange ikk din," 

P : " haan Nimki, chah baj gye gall karte karte, tem ka pata hi ni chalda jab twadde sath rehta hu, ghar ko chalte hain ab. Apna discipline ek dum pakka hai. Ikk mint bhi der ho gayi ghar pahuchne me, bhabhi ji ki heart beat badh jaawegi, tainu to sab pata hai. 

They both getup and part ways to their houses.

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