An Enchanting Love Letter

I was studying in class 11th in Sarkari/bada school (Sarkari because it was funded by government and bada(Large/Big/Huge) because it was the largest school in my village). At the start of the session, tables and chairs were assigned to us. Within a month, or two, tables and chairs yah to langadi looli ho gayi yah fir allah miyan ko pyari ho gayi (were either handicapped or broken into pieces) and the remaining wooden pieces were thrown into junk yard. These wooden piece were used as fuel for warming hands and playing cards (favourite past time for teachers whereas at the same time intelligent children were busy creating more fuel to increase the time of these sessions) sessions in winters. 

Later few mats were assigned for sitting purposes. But there were not any respite for authorities. Our room was a wrestling room for street dogs so instead we enjoying it, dogs were more ecstatic. These dogs found warm place for resting after wrestling rounds. Along with rest, they use to demonstrate their frustration of losing on the mats. In frustration their sharpened teeth were used to perform skilled work of tearing and damaging the mats. Do not know how it helped them to win more competitions but their stupid actions provoked our teachers to leave our bumps exposed to cold floor as if we had torn the mats with our Dhoodh Ke Dant(Weak teeth). 
Winters had already started so we were compelled to sit either on cold floor which was cold enough to shiver us from bottom to top or on dusty ground, in the middle of school, which had few grass patches here and there. As each room was territory for different groups of dogs, So it was a general practice for each class to find its grass patch on the dust filled ground to accommodate all batch mates. In our batch we were approximately 30 people but we used to find a patch where 40 people could sit easily because 9 brahmin and astoundingly beautiful (given that we all were blind, hence prove all my girls batch mates were astoundingly beautiful) girls needed more place to maintain a considerable distance from untouchable bechara and ugly boys.

One such day, when sun was providing plenty of heat and wind was enough to shudder us; we were sitting under the tree shade on a grass bed and waiting for our late lateef adhyapak jee (Teacher who was never on time). But before our teacher could honour us with his presence, we saw few gundas(Bad people) rushing toward us. Before they could pollute Savitri(unpolluted) girls with their devilish presence, we moved toward them. Few of them, thinnest in group, were carrying hockey sticks and rest were holding bicycle chains. These folks were famous in entire village for their bike stunts in the crowded market place; for numerous girl friends and love sessions which were halted by girls' relative; and for fights. My dad had instructed me to keep a distance from such people, so I was last to reach the yudhbhumi. Two groups started confronting. I was searching for a known face among the intruders so that confrontation could be halted before producing unprecedented and unwanted results. I found one and due to my reputation, this fight was stopped. Girls were panicked and scared and were waiting for us. I rushed to disclose the breaking news; why miss a chance to talk to girls? :)

Till now I did not know the issue. This was the first incident where we were attacked by someone outside the class. It was shocking and disturbing. Our teacher came to the class and started abusing (with all sort of words) Chashmu, who was not even present in the class. I knew something is unusual but what?

After 15 minutes of Shlok Vachan(Slang session) we were deserted. I asked, could someone tell me what had happened?

Bandar told me that Chashmu gave a love letter to Chand. This letter was not a usual love letter. It was a special letter for which he spent 100 Rs, wow, 100rs was luxury in childhood, is not it? There was a Bangali tantric in our village that had few Sidhdhies and had controlled few witches. The tantric had spread some magic itra(rural scent) on the letter. Due to itra, this letter was an enchanting love letter. According to tantric baba, Chashmu should hand over the letter to the girl and the girl would follow all the orders (orders only - mind it) written in the letter.

A Letter Of Love

As per few speculations following were the content of the letter.

Priye Chand(Dear Chand),

Mein tumhe pyar karta hun, aur chahata hun ki tum bhi mujhe pyar karo. Shyam ko five baje ganne ke khet mein milo. ..... (I love you and I order you to love me as well. Meet me at sugarcane field at five in the evening and please do not worry I have arranged security as well.)

Tumhara(Yours)
Chashmu

Somebody told me as soon as he gave the letter to her; there was a sound of powerful tamacha (slap on face.). Later Chand gave the letter to her brother and her brother was moved with the letter whereas the affects of the letter were damn opposite on the lover boy.  Chashmu was thrashed, beaten and dragged and after a session of one sided wrestling chashmu's condition was similar to a cloth washed at Dhobi-ghat.

Still you must be wondering who visited our school. I was also stunned to see these folks in school but sooner one more story unfolded. Chandu was Chand’s lover, and he came to teach the lesson to new age lover Chashmu. Arre yaar ham Mar gaye the kya. I did not know how to express myself?

Should I laugh on such stupid act or amuse on chashmu's courage? Before I could figure out my own stance, someone came running and shouting "Chandu has caught Chashmu and he and his friends are beating him". Instead of figuring out my stance, we all ran hard to save our friend.

Some classic movies from my past

Today me and my roommate were discussing classic old Bollywood flicks. I do not remember how did we start the discussion but we ended up counting n number of great movies. Due to perishable brain memory I could recall only a few. These recalled movies are always fresh in my memories so I dint have to stress much to remember them back. Among these movies a few changed the momentum and Bollywood trend, a few were edited and acted exceptionally well and the magic these movies created was not ever recreated in any other movie, a few were greatest dose of laughter, a few were great emotional drama and a few were just simple enough to watch and enjoy.

A Few of the flicks, that I could remember yet, were the following.

Anand - This was the first to strike to my mind. Melodious songs, awesome theme and superb acting of tragedy king were awesome features of the movie. There were moments in the movie which were memorable and touching and those moments are still fresh in memories.

Chupke-Chupke - Baap of all comedy movies. You can watch this movie n number of times and can laugh on the same dialogue again n again. Apart from that Darmendra dint use his pet words "KUTTE MEIN TERA KHOON PI JAUNGA".

Andaj Apna Apna - Wow, one more to compete with Chupke-Chupke. I think this was Salman's best onscreen performance ever and Aamir's one among best performances.

Sholey - There was basanti, there was drama, it had action and it had love. Was there something which was not part of the the movie? Epic of all time. Gabbar sequences, Darmendra water tank drama, holi songs and amitabh's coin have not staled yet.

Golmal - Amol Palekar, what an actor he is? His acting had spread magic in the movie. Watch anytime, you will enjoy every part of it. I feel Palekar dint receive what he deserved...

Jane Bhi Do Yaron - It was best Dropadi cheer haran. Another great comedy to watch anytime either of TV or laptop.

Dosti - This is my personal best from my childhood. This movie has very settled story line. 2 friends, one blind(Mohan) other PH with leg(Ramnath) are on Indian roads begging for living. All of the sudden one teacher finds one guy intelligent and teacher's philanthropy injects venom in friendship and with that movie speeds up to end happily after few events.

I barely recall other movies now but there are many more which changed the Bollywood movie tracks and were the blockbusters of past and are the blockbusters of present

Old time: Doordarshan

Now on television there are lots of reality shows, thriller shows, normal saas bahu programs and many other junk shows. But this was not similar 20 years back. Earlier, either when television was not so developed or when few channels were on air, there was less scope of throwing junk at the audience. In that era, in spite of having lesser amount of air time, diverse genre were telecasted.

Until Zee TV had not reached the rural junta, we were fond of DD1, or in other words we were dependent of DD1. On DD I was fond of few specific programs. I think Sunday was my favourite day. I used to watch programs through out the day.

Every Sunday morning 7.15 Rangoli used to cover all latest and classic songs. Once Rangoli was over we were asked to take bath and have breakfast. Once done it was time for chadrakanta, a story of princess deeply in love with the prince of Vijaygarh. DD had pulled out the telecast before completing the series, so I never come across the end of this series. After chandrakanta it was time for Indian superhero Shaktiman, who used to fight with evils to save the world from dark. Malgudi days, an awesome treat to watch, used to follow it. Then few more interesting mythological, and classic shows were telecasted back to back. At 1PM DD used to telecast NEWS for deaf and dumb people. After a while it was time for Shammy Kapoor or Amitabh's movie. Ending time of the movie  used to clash with our playing time, but with little coordination of the friends we used to watch weeping sequence or action sequence of the movie. Once back from most important work, we were again infront of TV searching clues of murder mystry with Mr Vyomkesh Bakshi, who used to solve every non socialistic mystery with his extra ordinary mind. This was general routine for Sunday excluding inevitable last time changes.

Apart from Sunday's telecast there were few big shows on DD. Shanti was my one among my favourites, watching Mandira Bedi fighting with world for her rights was treat to my aunts and me. If I remember Mohan Kapoor's Office-Office series was also started from DD. Few programs which I can not really remember were also in my must watch list and I used to enjoy big time.

As with time things changes and people get to know more about world. Same happened with us. Zee was introduced on our cable. Zee replaced DD and things changed. Now rangoli was replaced with Top 10 with additional spice. Ramayan was more idealistic so Zee chose Krishna to idealize and other things were changed. Zee also brought different variety. Hum Panch, story of husband stuck between one wife hanged on wall and other on neck and father of 5 female monsters, was always enjoyable. Then I do not remember much apart from one that I always wanted to see and could not ever watch on TV.

First horror show, in the history of Indian television, Zee Horror Show was introduced. I used to hear a lot about it from people in my school. They used to talk about the story and thrill of the horror. I myself decided to have a look on the show. I prepared myself to watch the show with whole family as it was famous in my family as well. The show used to start with the cat's voice. That was it. I heard the sound of cat and never ever watched Zee horror show. I was so frightened that it took almost 2 hours to settle my nerves down. After almost 16 years I watched few episodes of it on youtube and found out how silly i was to get so scared with such an idiotic and childish horror.

Anyways law also forbid to punish a minor, so as I forgiven myself for such a childish act. But that television era has left permanent spots in memory which are not yet faded a little and I do not think they will fade down further.

Kavita College

Some time you feel great, some time you feel like crying. But all those emotions can be expressed well when you know the way to tell them.

It was when our college was gonna end in one month and we guys did not have any clues what to do next. People with different interests were doing different things... Drunkard community was busy in drinking daily. Players were sharpening there skills. and gapodi community members were improving there skills to argument. But all have one single pain of loosing the freedom, friends, ash and fearless environment. In such a mood i could write few words about my college...

बैठ जाऊ लब्जों की राह में, लिख्नने दिल की तरंगों को,
वक्त बचेगा नही बाकी, अपने आँसू पकडने को।
सजा के रखुंगा दिल में, इन लम्हों को यादों को
कोइ तो होगा कम्ब्खत, इस दर्द से अपना दिल लगाने को॥

पहले को याद करुं या करूं मैं आज को
फ़र्क पडता नही लगता कल की ही बात हो।
पल वो भी कुछ अजीब थे, लगता था हम बदनसीब थे
पल ये भी कुछ अजीब हैं, लगता है हम मौत के करीब हैं।
तब सोचते थे आ गये किस जहान में हम,
अब सोचते हैं, छुट जायेन्गे जिन्दगी से हम॥
ए दोस्त,
ये आना जाना तो तक्दीर है, खुदा की ढाली एक तस्बीर है
जो ना बदलती, ना बदलने देती हमको॥
वक्त बचेगा.....

मिलता एक अवसर, यदि बीता बदलने को
मिटा आते हम, मीठी सी उन हसीन बातों को।
बातों को
जो दर्द देंगी, तन्हाई में हर पल
रुलाती रहेगी मुझको, बनके दिल कि ये हलचल।
चला जाउंगा दूर मिटाने इस दिल कि तडपन को,
कोइ तो होगा कम्ब्खत.....

Liked it or not depend on you. But I love this.

Dabar or Dhaba

College, a collage of friends, incidents, teachers, daru. Do not think I am missing something, as all college pass outs know study was not the part of our curriculum. From this collage we separate out some pictures which keeps knocking the heart. Yesterday I remembered one of those incidents. May be it was a scary incident, but I am sure it will make you burst in laughter.

Early winters(October), second year of my studies. I was highly addictive to tea. So me and my roomie Amit(Bone Collector) planned to have a tea at khokha(Our college's unique place to TIME-PASS). We asked few more people to come along with us. But no one agreed to come with us. So I and Amit were alone. Generally the roads to khokha have lots of human being with cattle, but today there were none other than us. The cattle were also not there. I did not think much, we kept on walking towards that khokha.
As soon as we crossed the college boundaries, 2 motor cycles stopped along with a car.(:)) Hey they were not kidnapping us, They wanted to ask something. So one of them came towards us and He asked: "OYE: DABAR kahan milega?" (DABAR was a final year student. He was the supremo of the college gunda raaj.)
I looked at Amit asking "who is he?".

But that person was in real hurry. He asked Amit again. Amit understood everything. He though these guys were hungry. He said innocently; "Dhaba to nahi hai kahin aas pass, Han khokhe hai yahan par. Maggie and Paranthe ache mil jaye hai. Bhukh lagi hai to kha lo(There is no dhaba, if you are hungry you can eat at khokha, you will get good maggie and parantha)".

I thought wow Amit, finally you solved the puzzle. But before I could have added my expert comments, I heard a thundering sound just under my ear (Chidiya ud gayi thi ab). it took me at least 30 seconds to see my self grabbed by a wrestler, who was willing to fry my second cheek too. My conditions were still ok, but Amit was weeping and saying I do not know any Dabar, leave us we came for tea, and we do not want it any more. We will go back and will send dabar back.

Suddenly those guys offer a lift till there village (:P), not really asked they ordered. I was ok with those orders and started walking towards the car. I was still in shock of that slap. Amit was saying we will not go. I was not in mood to struggle. Suddenly a hope of ray came. Amit heard a sound of 100 people running toward us. So guys it was RECK POWER coming to save us from HARYANA-DEVILS.

Those idiots left us, and started running. In the meanwhile I got my conscious back, and started noticing the bike's number. I did not remember that number. People started coming and asking what happened. Amit was in shock and I was laughing. He started weeping and telling the whole story "Unnnnnnn Unnnnnnnnnn, sala mene kya kiya... unnnnnn unnnnn mujhe kyon mara. Ab mujhe kya maloom kaun hai dabar." People were smiling and consolidating him.

The very next day, In class girls were chatting, you know yesterday 2 guys were slapped by some uni guys, and they started giggling. Suddenly one idiot came and asked hey Vishal you were one of those na. Hee hee hee.

Here I was merely escaped from a kidnap, but also it brought lots of embarrassment. Anyways whenever I think of that incident I can not refrain myself from smiling and murmuring "Dhaba to nahi hai, han par khokha jaroor hai"

Kashhhh....

Shreya, The girl who is one among my best friends. Our story of friendship is very long which is neither simple nor hard. She knows i had feeling for her in the past and also I know she had some feeling for me in her past. But now we are two separate souls who can not meet for next 7 janms( Mind it i never said this). Still i can flirt with her with perfection. While talking to her, she has a regular question "Vishal, When you can flirt with such a perfection then why can not you find a better partner in bangalore? Mera piche kyon pada hua hai". and my answer always remains same.. after hearing your voice my minds work 1000 time faster than normal and that is why flirting with you, is as easy as walking on the lonely road.

The kick to our friendship was given first in 11th. hey Was there any friendship that time! Oh!!! That would be better to say we two shared a common roof, a common ceiling under the instruction of some great teachers. That was all about interesting thing of our friendship. These were not the only things that we shared, some time we shared our pencils too ;) ;)(This is secret). In the class we never talked to each other. According to her she could remember two instances when we both talked. Once she had a doubt in a physics (Was i physics bond that time :) ). In Second instance we walked together for the first time in life for discussing questions that were expected in the exam. Look at the destiny here also i dint get the chance to walk alone with her. Anil and neetu, my other class toppers, was also giving their expert comments on the question. In school she was in trauma. She was scared of me. Hey I was not scary that time too but her nature could not let her come out of vishalofobia. Sometime she boasts saying "I was very innocent in school time", she did not know What the relationship(Love) is. So chapter of our two year friendship finished without even introduction. Please do not say talking, i would love to say without even seeing each other. For us it was a crime to have a eye contact.

It was really impossible to move your eyes away from her once you start staring her. She caught me hell load of time when i was getting my eye tonic ( Staring at gals is eye tonic for guys and the quantity increases if you are staring your favourite gal). She is chutki si. She used to wear those light colour suits which used to make her look more sweet. Above to all these she had a distinction from others. She had a mole on her forehead, which was just above the nose mid of her eye brows. That was the thing which used to make me crazy. I really loved that mole.

It was not the end of our friendship. We met again in Kota. This time our ego worked much stronger then our feelings. I used to think when she can talk to every second person in this world why can not she talk to me? I used to feel bad for such stupid things but never tried to go and ask her hey shreya how are you? She will talk to Anil, she will talk to Umesh, kakkar but why not me? Am i that bad, am i that ugly ki she can not give a glance at me. I did not know. And for her, she used to think what a person, cant he even start talking to me. When this idiot can talk to my mom, why not me? So we wasted 2 years in ego. We always had a feeling ki pahle tum, pahle tum.

Once kota was gone, I never though that she will come back to my life. But yah i used to talk about her with my friends, With our common friend. But for me everyone was as far as she was. In second year i met Sweta, she was nice that time. We were not good friends, but she was best friend of shreya. In third year sweta and me started building up a good friendship. While talking to her my most interesting topic was to talk about her, so one day she gave me her number. I called her up. It was our first informal conversation in past 7 years. I was damn nervous. I thought twice to ring her. I tried three times and disconnected it saying she will not talk to me. Finally i put shreya phobia to one corner of my heart and rang her up and she was damn cool. I talked to her more than 30 minutes in the first call. It was brilliant.

Here our real relationship started building. By the time shreya was not single. "Hamara chand kisi or ka ho gaya tha.. Vese when we started talking i was playing with the word of love. Akansha was there in my life". In our relationship we never saw back. Vese now we are only mobile friends. But really i feel very comfortable while talking to her. She is just a chatter box. She will keep gossiping. will keep on going. And if i'll tell her my phone bill than she will be ready some weird answers. But most weird and nice answer i got in last conversation. When i told her, out of my 1000 minute calls, 600 minutes i spent on you. she said instantly, wont you have to pay some plenty to flirt with me. Yah mam i will.

Our doctor is in ahamdabad, who is no more innocent. She tells her room partners what is the world? "Kuch baar to mujhe bhi batati hai". I do not know till what time our friendship last. But i really enjoy those moments which i spare with her on phone. So keep gossping shreya cause tera baat karne se mujhe pyar hai..

Hey listen abhi bhi teri line khali hai.. soch lena

Keep Smiling....

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