A story, I had written long back. This whole blogging thing makes me think,
I am moving from self awareness to self promotion. Still, it's fun.. isn't it.
There was once a boy named Dhanu Ram. He was just like another boy you would find on the streets. He would pass off as just another 20 year old, with normal hopes, dreams and aspirations. He was not great in academics, just good enough to come within the top ten of the class. In sports, like all other 30 million youngsters, he was fond of cricket and for him sports was synonymous with cricket. He managed decently in cricket and was famous as a “TEST WALA PLAYER” in his neighborhood. In subtler domain, he was a dud and not a dude. Arts, music and all that girlie stuff did not appeal to him. The last time he sung in public was in front of his seniors during ragging in First year. The figures he drew in Moral Science and Biology classes were just laughter medicine for the evaluator, nothing else. Ask him to draw a horse and I can bet he will manage no better than a donkey, or even worse than that, it will appear as the Minotaur. The last time we saw the guitar gifted to him by his Grandpa’, was in the attic, with all wires protruding out as the hairs of a marauding octogenarian. But one day, everything changed. Dhanu Ram became “DR” and he became the cynosure of all among his friends.
Wanna guess what happened. He got himself a girlfriend. Don’t ask me how, that is an another story, that I will narrate some other day. All in a day, he moved from the ranks of “TOM, DICK and HARRY” to a wiser, ostensibly more attractive and gifted lot of humans. After all he had a GF. He did what the topper of the college could not. He was on the top of the world, but was unaware of the impending dangers that would be unleashed on him very soon.
His transformation from a good for nothing sybarite to a bonded slave was immediate. All time hooked on a call (made by a RIM phone..of course). Whatever little time he devoted to studies was gone, and cricket was left long ago. All the time, he was found at a food joint, feeding a hungry lady, whose hunger for jewelry, paraphernalia and most importantly food couldn’t be satiated. His monthly expenditure rose exponentially from 1500 to 5500 and this made his mother anxious. Poor lady, she started that to believe that her very own Dhanu has started taking drugs. Only a surprise visit to Dhanu’s college could assuage her fears. After all, Dhanu who scored a nine every time had a six grade this time. Mother was made to believe it was hard luck nothing else. A swish of good luck moved his GF out of the city to Jaipur and then things began to ease out a little. Now again DR was in the nines and made a good name for him in a industrial project. Things improved a little more, and one day finally he was rid of the curse.
How it happened is what you will read below.
Dhanu had a close friend, Montu, who was a mutual friend of “Madam” also. He was working with the sales department of a company and happened to visit Jaipur. Montu was asked to meet “Madam” at Dhanu’s behest in Jaipur. Montu called up “Madam” and informed her that he was in her city for a few days. A friend of hers heard the conversation on the phone and after she finished, asked him who this new boy was. On hearing, that the boy on the phone was somebody related to DR, she had the devil inside her aroused. She asked “Madam” to test her love and her lover, and how much he loved him. God!!! When will these women learn that love cannot be quantified? It happened so, that “Madam” appeared a lot friendly with Montu and took him all around the city and also had a decent lunch with him. To top it all, they even watched a movie together. For all you lesser mortals, who cannot decipher what “Madam” was up to, let me explain.
She went out, or took out Montu and was kind to him only to get this across to Dhanu. She wanted to know the reaction of Dhanu, when he learned what happened behind his back. She wanted Montu to tell him exactly what were the dynamics between his GF and his BEST FRIEND, and Montu as a good friend of DR did not disappoint. The story now moves in conversation mode.
Montu:- Are yaar, teri GF to bahut chipak rahi thi yaar, mere se.
DR:- Kyun kya hua?
Montu: -She went out with me, took me around the whole of the Pink city, we had a lunch and also a movie the next day, which of course, I paid for.
DR:- Abe thik hai, use bola tha kit u aane wala hain, To tere saath chali gayi hogi to isme bada baat kya hain.
Montu:- Phir bhi yaar tu dekh le yaar.. kuch to gadbad hain.
DR:- Haan be.. thik hai. Tu tension na le.
That same evening, Madam called DR.
DR:- Kaisi ho.
Madam:- Bahut badhiya, pata kal Montu chala gaya. I went to see him off, and you know, we had a great time together. We went for a movie and it was great fun. These 2 days were quite fun. Wat about urs?
Ab yeh bechara kya bole, Kya pooche – tu kyun gayi thi Montu ke saath, agar yeh poocha to phir badi baat ho jayegi, female independence and male chauvinism pe jaad pad jayegi. Isi liye DR ne lagaya buddhi. Aur bol yeh…
DR:- Accha hai, uska bhi man lag gaya hoga. Thanks for it. Mere dost ka khayal rakhane ke liye.
Madam:- Haan, woh to mera bhi dost hain.
Madam ko yeh baat pacchi nahi, ki Dhanu ne unko is baat ke liye kuch bhi nahi bola. Har roz phone karti aur sochti ki aaj DR kahega : - “Kyun kiya tumne aisa, Mere pyar mein koi kami rah gayi thi, jo uske saath chali gayi. Mujhe ek baar bol diya hota, to main daud daud kar aata, tujhe khana khilata, picture dikhata.” Aur baad mein ye bhi kehta” I love you very much janeman.”
Madam wanted again a servile acquiescence from DR, she wanted him to once again profess his love for her. Even though he had done it 199999 times already, she still wanted more. She wanted to make him feel him long for her, but I don’t think DR took it that way. And this didn’t happen.
Finally when madam couldn’t take it anymore, she called him up .. which was the last time, how we will learn later.
Madam:- What stupid, silly fool you are? Your GF goes out with somebody and there is no response from you. Just a nonchalant “Yes”. This is what I and my love deserve from you. You had no feelings and emotion that a lover has for his sweetheart, how could you behave like this. Where has all your sensitivities gone. At least you could have me something, but it seems you are just dead. You were never like this, Dhanu.
Dhanu beta to kuch samajh hi nahi aaya, kya kahen. Unke mind mein yeh sab ban rahe the - !@#@#$@#$$$$@#$!$%@#%%%^^^Q@!$%#%%%.
Man hi man soch raha tha, duniya mein koi acchai nahi rahi. Saala, accha karo to yeh milta hain. Bata deti gali hin dena tha, iske pure khandan ko acchi acchi gali deta. Ab kya karun…
DR:- Are main to yehi chahta tha ki tum enjoy karo. Waise tum bacchi to ho nahi ki tum kis se ke saath ja rahi ho who dekhna pade. Isi liye kuch nahi bola.
Madam:- Shut up, don’t give lame excuses.
DR: Nahi yaar, I trust you and thus I didn’t think I should say something. Also Montu bhi mera accha dost hain.
Madam:- Montu gaya bhad mein.
Kahe ka montu gaya bhad mein, saare maje to usi ne liye. Bechara Dhanu.
Madam:- Tell me something, it means that you also go out with other girls and you do not tell me, as you are not a baccha any more. Isn’t it true, Dhanu.
Dhanu:- Ahhh hhh.. emmm.. emmm .. Main tumhe kaise …
Call ended. Relationship ended. Madam put up the phone and moved one. Dhanu wahin reh gaya.
Yahi thi … baki DHANU aaj kahan hai aur kya kar rahe hai.. yeh nahi bata sakta kyunki woh phir hansi ke patra ban jayenge. But itna hain jab se is bhootni ka saaya unse hata who tarriki ke rah par chal diye. Padne lage aur bahut kuch aage haasil kiya.
