“Chhotu, do chai- cheeni kam- patti tez”, Santy said. I was sitting on my bike and typing a message to my room mate- Would have dinner outside, ask maid to prepare dinner only for you. Santy came back and sit in front of me on his bike. 'Message Sent' was appearing on my mobile screen. We used to sit at Noida sector 18 bike stand at least 4 evenings every week, park our bikes side by side, and get buoyed in discussions about many more topics except girls. Readers please don’t think that we were not interested in girls rather we emphasized other things those were more (or equally) important than girls.
Chhotu served the tea. I took first sip, and said, “Tea is good”. Santy was in synch after having a sip. I said, “Yaar, I am wishing to visit any old city”. Santy stared at me for couple of moments and asked, “Like”. I said, “ Like, Banaras”. “Why Banaras, why not any other place” Santy asked. “Hmmm… just to visit the place, want to get dissolved in culture. That’s it,” I said. “Ok, will think about it.”, Santy said, and our discussion started on other things.
Very next day, I was busy with my daily mugging tasks in office and my cell phone started ringing. Santy was calling from his office landline. His office landline number was by heart to me as was his cell number. I picked the call and asked casually, “Sir, I am busy, is there anything urgent”. He just said, “Nothing, just check your mail” and put the phone down. I opened mailbox after a while, and an unwanted smile was on my face, I murmured, “The Typical Santy”. He had sent railway e-tickets copy that was booked for Banaras. I called him back, and he said, “Sir, get your bag ready, Friday evening we are leaving for Banaras”. I didn’t have words. Friday was just after the next day.
Day 1
I was saying to autowala, “Bhai please hurry up. I am getting late. My train will depart at 8:40.” Autowala was driving like anything now. It was 8:25 when I stepped out from auto, Santy was sitting on the stairs of Wimpy’s at Ajmeri gate side. He waved his hand, I responded to him. “You are late as usual”, Santy said. “VIPs are always late,” I said and grinned. We boarded in the train and settled our bags; it was 8:35 pm. Our unplanned sojourn was starting in next few mins. As the train moved, we removed our shoes, put the sandals, and got ready for the non-ending discussions. “Chai, Chai,….Chai, Chai” A tea vendor was coming closer to our seats. Santy looked at me, I nodded. A decision was taken without saying even a single word. Santy ordered tea and asked, “Dost, chai kab tak dete rahtay ho”. Vendor said, “11-11:30”. Santy adjusted his specs, and said, “Could you please serve tea every after 30 mins?” Vendor said, “Sure sir…” This was our first tea of the unplanned sojourn. A baldy uncle sitting at front seat threw a smile, and said, “Both of you seems fond of tea”. Santy smiled and said, “ This is our lifeline…Sir”. Our discussion started and we were talking again how to live life happily--Work culture at office--How to be good with others--Essence of a happy relationship… blah blah blah. Tea vendor was serving tea as instructed. We ordered food from railway pantry, and it was damn good or it seemed so because we were happy from heart. It was 3:00 am, when Santy said, “Should we go for a sleep else we would spoil our day tomorrow?” I nodded my head in confirmation. It was almost dark in coach and outside lights were glittering the faces of sleeping people at irregular intervals....
Day 2
Somebody was shaking me; I opened my eyes half and saw Santy was standing in front of me holding two cups of tea. I said, “Good Morning…Sir”. “Wake up man, you missed lots of good scenes,” Santy said. I stood up, gargled the throat, and started sipping tea. It was 6:30 am, and morning was beautiful. We reached Varanasi junction at 10:15 am, came out to get a hotel first. A rickshaw wala approached us, if we were looking for a hotel. I said, “ Baba, kisi theek thak se hotel le chalo jahaan AC room mil jaye”. That rickshaw wala took us to a hotel near to railway station and the hotel was acceptable as per our parameters. We checked-in, put our luggage, had shower, and got ready to hit the city.
We decided to visit Sarnath first, and before anything we wanted to have some typical desi food to kill our appetite. We went to small dhaba where a lady was cooking poori-sabzi. Our saliva started coming out, we entered in dhaba and ordered two plates of poori-sabzi. Breakfast ended up with a good tea in kularh (a soil pot). We loaded our camera, tighten our butts, and moved from dhaba out to visit Sarnath. There was a monastery and we decided to visit monastery first. Santy started clicking monks, statues, and never-seen things pertaining to Buddha religion. Then we headed Sarnath, where we saw Ashok’s Pillar. We both didn’t know that the pillar was in Sarnath. We saw all nooks and corners, clicked lots of pics, had lots of tea-lassi, and started towards Ganga Ghat. It was 4 when we reached Ganga Ghat.
We took the narrowest streets to reach there. This was our first visit to such a live place where things were lively because of religious acts. We took a boat to go to the other side of river. We didn’t waste time and it took few mins to put our clothes off. Splash….Santy jumped in the river. Now my turn, and a big splash this time. We handed-over our camera to the boat-rover, and he clicked us in the worst ways that he could. But those pics say a lot and mean to us.
I saw a person was searching something in water and keeping the found items in his mouth. I asked, “baba, what are you looking for in water?” He said, “colleting coins that people throw in Ganges”. Now the competition started in between Santy and I. I found the first coin, Santy found the next, but at the end I was the winner. We gave all the coins to the person and the man showed his dirty yellow teeth with smile. We put the clothes on, came to Ghat side, and went to visit Hanuman temple.
Now, the time came of Arti-the most enchanting moment at Ganga Ghat. We both were hypnotized seeing the divinity of atmosphere. River was glittering with lights, aroma of dhoop-batti was all around, and priests were playing Shankh, and saying arti. It was all over in an hour, and Santy and I were back in fussy world. We both tried rafting boats with special permission of boat-rover and no doubt Santy was fit for this profession. We started coming back to hotel.
We reached hotel at 9:15 pm. We had shower & dinner, and started our never-ending discussions. It was 2 am when Santy said the same words for saving tomorrow.
Day 3
We woke up at 5:00 am, as we decided to visit Ganga ghat early morning. We reached there and bought two ram-nami dupatta, participated in ramayan-path, got massaged by a barber in 50 bucks, listened various stories about 84 ghat, harishchnadra ghat, and other ghats. We had a word with lots of pandas, joined a small marriage function, and keeping all the etiquettes aside, we requested to get clicked with newly weds. They allowed and a click sound captured all 4, bride-groom-Santy-I. Then we found an Australian there, and he was our next victim. We started understanding the things with him, why he came here? What is so fascinating about the place? What about his family? And truck loads of question we put on him. He replied every question very calmly, and his one answer made us speechless. Santy asked him, where was he born? He said, “I born in Australia, and reborn in Haridwar. This is my new life”. Santy and I were staring each other. We all had tea together. Santy watched the time; It was 4 pm. Now, the time was come to say Adieu to people and place. We had Arhar dal, Chapati, and Chawal in lunch and rushed to get the train.
We boarded in train at 5:45 pm for Delhi; train moved at 6:00 pm. As the train moved, we removed our shoes, put the sandals, and got ready for the non-ending discussions. “Chai, Chai,….Chai, Chai” A tea vendor was coming closer to our seats. Santy looked at me, I nodded. A decision was taken without saying even a single word…
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Jim Corbett- An Unforgettable Journey with Friends
It was Dec 2007, and Santy’s room was full of noise and squeal. One voice was, “Go for Dehradun, I have never been there, and I want to celebrate this New Year eve there”. Another voice was, “Go alone, we are not coming. Bloody, is Dehradun a place to visit on New Year eve? I am suggesting, Jaipur”. “Oye, Oye, Jaipur… Keep your mouth shut like refrigerator door. Don’t suggest places those are boring like your dressing sense”, this was the third voice. Then there was a fourth voice, and then fifth, and then whole conversation turned to %$%@^*%$^%%^&%&%$&*&@@%&. Names of these voices were, Santy, Rathore saab, Amit, Neeraj, Ashish, and I (Rizwan).
Suddenly someone said, “what about a National park?” And noise turned to silence and people started staring each other. Santy said, “not a bad idea…” Rathore Saab was nodding his head as usual. Amit was grinning, Neeraj started scratching his head, Ashish was taking his last sip of tea with smile. Now, this was my turn, I asked, “There are all around 96 national parks. Where should we go?” People started giving suggestions, and I was not sure how we had reached to conclusion, Jim Corbett. All of us yelled, “Jim Corbett…Done”. People started shouting again, “Yo Yo, time demands tea, we want tea…” Santy started preparing tea and others started making unrealistic plans those were not at all humanly possible. Neeraj said, “ I will catch the tiger and put my hands around his neck”. Amit said, “ I will capture this moment”. Ashish said, “Don’t forget switching the camera on else you would lose the lasting moments of Neeraj, as this was going to be his last pic.” I was sitting with Rathore saab and discussing the plans to make the trip successful. Santy was preparing tea and resonating a ghazal, his mild voice was coming out from the kitchen….
Holding cup in hand, we were making plans what to do and what not. Santy and I were deciding responsibilities for everyone. Santy was supposed to contact a travel agent to get the utmost cost effective deal, I was supposed to arrange a vehicle at best rates, Rathore saab was assigned to arrange eatables & other items, Amit was assigned to arrange the latest songs and burnt CDs, Ashish was supposed to work as a reminder, and Neeraj was tasked to keep his mouth shut that was not at all possible. Actually speaking, Neeraj and his talks were the heartbeats of the trip. Departure date was decided; it was 29th Dec 2007.
Day 1
My cell phone was ringing more number of times than of a share broker. It was 8:15 pm, and my cell phone started screaming again; Santy calling was appearing on the screen. “Riz, how much time?”, Santy asked. I said, “In next 30 mins I will be poking your butt”, and closed the conversation. I headed to Santy’s room with AC Tavera. I reached at Santy’s room at 8:45; Amit was squealing at his highest vocal pitch, and his voice was coming out of the room. I entered in the room and people started squealing again. Everyone was shrilling with excitement except Rathore saab. He was just smiling as usual.
Our unforgettable journey was started at 10:20 pm. After 2 hours drive, we were out of Delhi and started counting the kilometers. People started throwing questions towards driver. “Driver saab, what’s your name.” Santy asked. “People addressed me, Sharma ji”, driver said. “How much time would we take to reach?”, Amit asked. Sharma ji adjusted the mirror and said, “Will be reaching around 6-7 am”. Then people started saying, “kisi badhiya dhabe par rokna, Sharma ji.” Music was getting played on high volume, and everyone was trying to be the part of chorus. Speedometer needle was kissing 92 Kms/Hr mark.
Day 2
It was 1:30 am and Sharma ji turned the Tavera left towards a very lively dhaba. Lights were glittering, music was on, and people strength was self-explaining that Sharma ji took us to the right place. Food was awesome, and dinner was closed with mind-blowing tea. We all were shivering at 8 degree Temperature, but we all were unstoppable. Tavera again started running at 90+ Kms/Hr.
At 6:00 in the morning we reached Ram nagar, and our resort was just 1 and half hours away from there. People started feeling drowsy except Santy and I. We had couple of cups of tea there. But, when we reached at the resort people got enthusiastic and started poking each other. We got ready and had breakfast and lunch and started roaming around, participated in adventurous water sports. We visited museums and other places, and came back to resort. And then we have had lots of fun in resort. Had dinner and started bugging up each other. We did enjoy whole night around the campfire.
Day 3
We started our first visit of a part of national park. It was 7:00 in the morning. And Tavera was crawling on worst roads. Roads were made of ups, downs, jerks, mud, water, and stones… At 7:30 we were near to a river, and it was really difficult to explain the feelings. We were in between of Nature. We saw lots of never seen birds, animals, and trees. But, tiger was still missing. We roamed around and came back to booking office to check if we can get entry in main Corbett Park at 12:30 pm. But we didn’t get success, and find entry passes of another park where possibility of finding tigers was second best.
We started at 2:00 pm in an open gypsy, as personal vehicles were not allowed within the park. I was using a rented binocular to find the tigers. Suddenly driver said, “watch this, these are the foot prints of a male tiger.” Click sound of camera started audible. This was Santy; he clicked 4-5 times. Good start! As deeper we go in jungle, we found baboon, vultures, monkeys, deers, cheetal, and other animals those were pretty common for a jungle. We were moving very slowly as the noise could distract the tigers. Suddenly, driver said, “Look here”. We all thought there was a tiger but he was showing us the potty of tiger. Neeraj said, “sher itna bada aur potty itni kam”. We were roaming around the jungle but tiger was still missing.
We all were disappointed, and returning back from jungle, suddenly driver stopped the gypsy, and asked to listen the grunting sound. He said, “Tiger is near to us.” And at a sudden, a male tiger jumped in front of our gypsy, looked right and jumped in the deep forest. That moment was amazing, and still in our eyes somewhere. No one was able to click the tiger, as there was no time to think. Everybody was frozen with open mouth for a moment. We had seen the most rare and big cat species. We came back to resort and everybody started describing tiger. Everyone was trying to persuade others that he was the first who saw the tiger. Neeraj was still in thinking mode why the tiger’s potty was quite less. It was 11:30 pm, DJ was started in resort, and campfire was everywhere to keep the people warm and make the environment live. Every second was taking us closer to New Year.
Day 4
As both the clock hands overlapped, people burst out, music was getting played at the highest node, and we all were dancing and hugging each other. For next couple of hours our bodies had become adhered for 1 degree Temperature without jackets and pullovers. Gala came to an end in the morning at 3:00. We went to sleep, and woke up at 7:00 am. Now, the time had come to start the journey in reverse and pay back.
We started the journey towards Delhi and did everything that could make us happy for lifetime. We reached Delhi in the evening, and dropped everyone at his place. Since, I had booked the Tavera so my room was the last destination. After dropping Neeraj and Ashish, Sharma ji had pressed the accelerator and headed towards east Delhi. I was sitting alone at the back seat, and every single moment that was being spent with the friends was running in my eyes as phantasmagoria...
Suddenly someone said, “what about a National park?” And noise turned to silence and people started staring each other. Santy said, “not a bad idea…” Rathore Saab was nodding his head as usual. Amit was grinning, Neeraj started scratching his head, Ashish was taking his last sip of tea with smile. Now, this was my turn, I asked, “There are all around 96 national parks. Where should we go?” People started giving suggestions, and I was not sure how we had reached to conclusion, Jim Corbett. All of us yelled, “Jim Corbett…Done”. People started shouting again, “Yo Yo, time demands tea, we want tea…” Santy started preparing tea and others started making unrealistic plans those were not at all humanly possible. Neeraj said, “ I will catch the tiger and put my hands around his neck”. Amit said, “ I will capture this moment”. Ashish said, “Don’t forget switching the camera on else you would lose the lasting moments of Neeraj, as this was going to be his last pic.” I was sitting with Rathore saab and discussing the plans to make the trip successful. Santy was preparing tea and resonating a ghazal, his mild voice was coming out from the kitchen….
Holding cup in hand, we were making plans what to do and what not. Santy and I were deciding responsibilities for everyone. Santy was supposed to contact a travel agent to get the utmost cost effective deal, I was supposed to arrange a vehicle at best rates, Rathore saab was assigned to arrange eatables & other items, Amit was assigned to arrange the latest songs and burnt CDs, Ashish was supposed to work as a reminder, and Neeraj was tasked to keep his mouth shut that was not at all possible. Actually speaking, Neeraj and his talks were the heartbeats of the trip. Departure date was decided; it was 29th Dec 2007.
Day 1
My cell phone was ringing more number of times than of a share broker. It was 8:15 pm, and my cell phone started screaming again; Santy calling was appearing on the screen. “Riz, how much time?”, Santy asked. I said, “In next 30 mins I will be poking your butt”, and closed the conversation. I headed to Santy’s room with AC Tavera. I reached at Santy’s room at 8:45; Amit was squealing at his highest vocal pitch, and his voice was coming out of the room. I entered in the room and people started squealing again. Everyone was shrilling with excitement except Rathore saab. He was just smiling as usual.
Our unforgettable journey was started at 10:20 pm. After 2 hours drive, we were out of Delhi and started counting the kilometers. People started throwing questions towards driver. “Driver saab, what’s your name.” Santy asked. “People addressed me, Sharma ji”, driver said. “How much time would we take to reach?”, Amit asked. Sharma ji adjusted the mirror and said, “Will be reaching around 6-7 am”. Then people started saying, “kisi badhiya dhabe par rokna, Sharma ji.” Music was getting played on high volume, and everyone was trying to be the part of chorus. Speedometer needle was kissing 92 Kms/Hr mark.
Day 2
It was 1:30 am and Sharma ji turned the Tavera left towards a very lively dhaba. Lights were glittering, music was on, and people strength was self-explaining that Sharma ji took us to the right place. Food was awesome, and dinner was closed with mind-blowing tea. We all were shivering at 8 degree Temperature, but we all were unstoppable. Tavera again started running at 90+ Kms/Hr.
At 6:00 in the morning we reached Ram nagar, and our resort was just 1 and half hours away from there. People started feeling drowsy except Santy and I. We had couple of cups of tea there. But, when we reached at the resort people got enthusiastic and started poking each other. We got ready and had breakfast and lunch and started roaming around, participated in adventurous water sports. We visited museums and other places, and came back to resort. And then we have had lots of fun in resort. Had dinner and started bugging up each other. We did enjoy whole night around the campfire.
Day 3
We started our first visit of a part of national park. It was 7:00 in the morning. And Tavera was crawling on worst roads. Roads were made of ups, downs, jerks, mud, water, and stones… At 7:30 we were near to a river, and it was really difficult to explain the feelings. We were in between of Nature. We saw lots of never seen birds, animals, and trees. But, tiger was still missing. We roamed around and came back to booking office to check if we can get entry in main Corbett Park at 12:30 pm. But we didn’t get success, and find entry passes of another park where possibility of finding tigers was second best.
We started at 2:00 pm in an open gypsy, as personal vehicles were not allowed within the park. I was using a rented binocular to find the tigers. Suddenly driver said, “watch this, these are the foot prints of a male tiger.” Click sound of camera started audible. This was Santy; he clicked 4-5 times. Good start! As deeper we go in jungle, we found baboon, vultures, monkeys, deers, cheetal, and other animals those were pretty common for a jungle. We were moving very slowly as the noise could distract the tigers. Suddenly, driver said, “Look here”. We all thought there was a tiger but he was showing us the potty of tiger. Neeraj said, “sher itna bada aur potty itni kam”. We were roaming around the jungle but tiger was still missing.
We all were disappointed, and returning back from jungle, suddenly driver stopped the gypsy, and asked to listen the grunting sound. He said, “Tiger is near to us.” And at a sudden, a male tiger jumped in front of our gypsy, looked right and jumped in the deep forest. That moment was amazing, and still in our eyes somewhere. No one was able to click the tiger, as there was no time to think. Everybody was frozen with open mouth for a moment. We had seen the most rare and big cat species. We came back to resort and everybody started describing tiger. Everyone was trying to persuade others that he was the first who saw the tiger. Neeraj was still in thinking mode why the tiger’s potty was quite less. It was 11:30 pm, DJ was started in resort, and campfire was everywhere to keep the people warm and make the environment live. Every second was taking us closer to New Year.
Day 4
As both the clock hands overlapped, people burst out, music was getting played at the highest node, and we all were dancing and hugging each other. For next couple of hours our bodies had become adhered for 1 degree Temperature without jackets and pullovers. Gala came to an end in the morning at 3:00. We went to sleep, and woke up at 7:00 am. Now, the time had come to start the journey in reverse and pay back.
We started the journey towards Delhi and did everything that could make us happy for lifetime. We reached Delhi in the evening, and dropped everyone at his place. Since, I had booked the Tavera so my room was the last destination. After dropping Neeraj and Ashish, Sharma ji had pressed the accelerator and headed towards east Delhi. I was sitting alone at the back seat, and every single moment that was being spent with the friends was running in my eyes as phantasmagoria...
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Friends-The Solid Gold Shit
In this God’s World it is hard to find a person who doesn’t have a friend. There is a say, “Doesn’t matter how much a person is bad but still has a friend”. As I see the world, it is really difficult to live life without a Good friend. I have capitalized the word ‘G’ to ensure that the term Good takes you guyz where I want you to take. You can be surrounded with lots of smiley faces, courageous voices, and supporting hands but it does not mean that a supporting hand is always of your friend. Unfortunately, we forget the reality that a person who takes you out from the shit is not always your friend.
In my thought, Friendship is a relation that is above from expectation, desire, and material. A friend is a person who grins when you fell down, supports you to stand up, and says filthy words, “Please don’t expect that I will be supporting you next time.” And every next time your friend is there to help you without any wrinkles on his forehead and saying the same filthy words. A friend is a person who understands you when you don’t speak, who acts according to your face expressions, and help you realize the right and wrong.
I am desperate to share my feelings that I do have for my Good friends, and here the story begins of three musketeers….
We were three-Santosh, Sarvesh, and I (Rizwan). Santosh was Santy, I was Riz, and it was bit difficult to shorten the name Sarvesh, so we used to call him 'Chaudhary' saab that was his title. You know, nothing was common among us except thoughts and Love for Tea. I was hasty and short tempered, Santy was smart and patient, and Chaudhary saab was on top of us. Chaudhary saab was one of the most stagnate species among us. He was calm, cool, and 'so called' smart. It was solely his words that he was very smart and think smartly, though it could be a topic of a long debate. Anyways, we were flying in the Blue sky...but sky was not the limit for us.
Santy was my classmate and Sarvesh was Santy's best friend. Though Santy was my classmate, we came closer when we worked together in G-cube. And I met with Sarvesh through Santy but before meeting to Sarvesh I had heard a lot about him. Santy talked about Sarvesh as much that I was able to draw a sketch in my mind; and you wonder when I met Sarvesh he was exactly same as was in my thoughts. You should appreciate my imagination or the way Santy expressed the things.
We were hardworking, sincere towards our job, and knew how to live life king size with almost no budget. Sometimes our so-called 'royal blood ' pushed to do some out of the budget things but our conscious mind helped us not doing the same. Our thinking style was same, so we always preferred similar activities and things. This was the only reason; we enjoyed everything that we did. Our choices were same for food, songs, movies, places to visit, and on top of everything- Suitable Bride. We had similar choices and thoughts because we were from similar family background, where kids have never had Dosa as this was the high profile food and only for rich people, ice-cream worth more than 1 rupee was the luxury, and the taste of any eatable was defined by its price tag. Kids were supposed to be responsible from the very first day of their first school, couldn’t be stubborn, and should give respect to everyone. Santy and Chaudhary saab were following the guidelines properly but with time I stopped paying respect to everyone. My thought was, we have limited account for everything same as for respect. If I give respect to everyone then how would I be able to pay full attention to my closed ones...but it was just a thought and I was not bad either.....
If I do explain the cohesiveness of our friendship, then I need to take a Cake to explain our friendship. Santy was the base, I was the cream, and Chaudhary saab was the red cherry glittering at the top.
I could never forget our non-ending discussions at Bike stand with tea. I want to share one incident; one fine day Santy and I went to a teashop and ordered two cups of tea. That teashop had enough space to accommodate at least 15-18 people inside. We sit inside and started talking. In between we were ordering the tea. When our discussion came to an end, we stood to leave the place, and finally went to pay the bill at the counter. Santy gave 50 Rs note to guy, and the guy asked very casually, Chai kitni hai. Santy said, “das (ten)”. The guy got stunned and asked with widen eyes, “Baaki log kahaan hain”. Santy said, “ we both were sitting here for last couple of hours and had that much of tea.” The last words from chai wala were, “Aate rahiyega”.
I am still not able to understand the peculiar incidents that continuously happened with chaudhary saab, were something related to planets and their peculiar positions or due to something else.
One day V3 went to watch a movie, and were having tea at the front of Spice mall Noida, and Chaudhary saab started making a call. Suddenly an stranger came to Chaudhary saab and asked, “Bhaisaab aap mujhay call kar rahay hain kya.” Then he said, “No, talking with someone else.” Santy and I were rolling on the ground.
Readers would think what so funny about it, but here you go for another instance. V3 went to Ajmer, and this was our first trip to Ajmer. We were roaming around the city, and it was 2 pm when we reached at Ana Sagar. Santy started getting water and eatables; I started clicking pigeons and lake, and Sarvesh babu was as usual on phone. Suddenly we heard a voice, “ Oye idhar aa, Idhar aa oye wahaan kyun khada hai” and the man who was shouting was pointing to Chaudhary saab. That man was looking like a low level political worker and standing there in a small political roadside meeting. I asked the man, “what happened bhaisaab.” The man replied with keeping his fingers pointed to chaudhary saab, “ ye rathore ka aadmi hai na?” Chaudhary saab was yelling, “ nahin sir, mein to dilli mein rahta hoon, mein to yahaan pehli baar aaya hoon, mein to kisi rathore ko janta tak nahin…” and again Santy and I were rolling on the ground…. Since then chaudhary saab turned to Rathore saab. Also, now on I will address Sarvesh babu as Rathore saab….
Every moment that we had spent in our bachelorhood was itself a whole life. We enjoyed as much we could and are enjoying as much we can. Now, Santy and Rathore saab living happy married life, and I am still happy.
I don’t want put any conclusion of this writing as conclusion is written when anything meets to an end. This story is endless and will be continued for ever……
In my thought, Friendship is a relation that is above from expectation, desire, and material. A friend is a person who grins when you fell down, supports you to stand up, and says filthy words, “Please don’t expect that I will be supporting you next time.” And every next time your friend is there to help you without any wrinkles on his forehead and saying the same filthy words. A friend is a person who understands you when you don’t speak, who acts according to your face expressions, and help you realize the right and wrong.
I am desperate to share my feelings that I do have for my Good friends, and here the story begins of three musketeers….
We were three-Santosh, Sarvesh, and I (Rizwan). Santosh was Santy, I was Riz, and it was bit difficult to shorten the name Sarvesh, so we used to call him 'Chaudhary' saab that was his title. You know, nothing was common among us except thoughts and Love for Tea. I was hasty and short tempered, Santy was smart and patient, and Chaudhary saab was on top of us. Chaudhary saab was one of the most stagnate species among us. He was calm, cool, and 'so called' smart. It was solely his words that he was very smart and think smartly, though it could be a topic of a long debate. Anyways, we were flying in the Blue sky...but sky was not the limit for us.
Santy was my classmate and Sarvesh was Santy's best friend. Though Santy was my classmate, we came closer when we worked together in G-cube. And I met with Sarvesh through Santy but before meeting to Sarvesh I had heard a lot about him. Santy talked about Sarvesh as much that I was able to draw a sketch in my mind; and you wonder when I met Sarvesh he was exactly same as was in my thoughts. You should appreciate my imagination or the way Santy expressed the things.
We were hardworking, sincere towards our job, and knew how to live life king size with almost no budget. Sometimes our so-called 'royal blood ' pushed to do some out of the budget things but our conscious mind helped us not doing the same. Our thinking style was same, so we always preferred similar activities and things. This was the only reason; we enjoyed everything that we did. Our choices were same for food, songs, movies, places to visit, and on top of everything- Suitable Bride. We had similar choices and thoughts because we were from similar family background, where kids have never had Dosa as this was the high profile food and only for rich people, ice-cream worth more than 1 rupee was the luxury, and the taste of any eatable was defined by its price tag. Kids were supposed to be responsible from the very first day of their first school, couldn’t be stubborn, and should give respect to everyone. Santy and Chaudhary saab were following the guidelines properly but with time I stopped paying respect to everyone. My thought was, we have limited account for everything same as for respect. If I give respect to everyone then how would I be able to pay full attention to my closed ones...but it was just a thought and I was not bad either.....
If I do explain the cohesiveness of our friendship, then I need to take a Cake to explain our friendship. Santy was the base, I was the cream, and Chaudhary saab was the red cherry glittering at the top.
I could never forget our non-ending discussions at Bike stand with tea. I want to share one incident; one fine day Santy and I went to a teashop and ordered two cups of tea. That teashop had enough space to accommodate at least 15-18 people inside. We sit inside and started talking. In between we were ordering the tea. When our discussion came to an end, we stood to leave the place, and finally went to pay the bill at the counter. Santy gave 50 Rs note to guy, and the guy asked very casually, Chai kitni hai. Santy said, “das (ten)”. The guy got stunned and asked with widen eyes, “Baaki log kahaan hain”. Santy said, “ we both were sitting here for last couple of hours and had that much of tea.” The last words from chai wala were, “Aate rahiyega”.
I am still not able to understand the peculiar incidents that continuously happened with chaudhary saab, were something related to planets and their peculiar positions or due to something else.
One day V3 went to watch a movie, and were having tea at the front of Spice mall Noida, and Chaudhary saab started making a call. Suddenly an stranger came to Chaudhary saab and asked, “Bhaisaab aap mujhay call kar rahay hain kya.” Then he said, “No, talking with someone else.” Santy and I were rolling on the ground.
Readers would think what so funny about it, but here you go for another instance. V3 went to Ajmer, and this was our first trip to Ajmer. We were roaming around the city, and it was 2 pm when we reached at Ana Sagar. Santy started getting water and eatables; I started clicking pigeons and lake, and Sarvesh babu was as usual on phone. Suddenly we heard a voice, “ Oye idhar aa, Idhar aa oye wahaan kyun khada hai” and the man who was shouting was pointing to Chaudhary saab. That man was looking like a low level political worker and standing there in a small political roadside meeting. I asked the man, “what happened bhaisaab.” The man replied with keeping his fingers pointed to chaudhary saab, “ ye rathore ka aadmi hai na?” Chaudhary saab was yelling, “ nahin sir, mein to dilli mein rahta hoon, mein to yahaan pehli baar aaya hoon, mein to kisi rathore ko janta tak nahin…” and again Santy and I were rolling on the ground…. Since then chaudhary saab turned to Rathore saab. Also, now on I will address Sarvesh babu as Rathore saab….
Every moment that we had spent in our bachelorhood was itself a whole life. We enjoyed as much we could and are enjoying as much we can. Now, Santy and Rathore saab living happy married life, and I am still happy.
I don’t want put any conclusion of this writing as conclusion is written when anything meets to an end. This story is endless and will be continued for ever……
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