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An Unproclaimed Leader


The Galaxy Cinema hall was quite famous when it was established and inaugurated in Mansarovar area of the Jaipur district. The Galaxy Cinema hall was embellished with two screens, resplendent edifice and zillions of other hi-fi things. Ironical to the fate of its owner, innovativeness by the other entrepreneurs extirpated it to a humongous extent for, they compelled their competitor to hold the purse strings on the augmentation of the cinema hall. Other monstrous investors came with gargantuan capital and within two years many other more resplendent edifices were constructed with the title, “Cinema Hall” in the mind of “The Common Man”. Repercussions were certain. The Galaxy hall was taken over by The Reliance Industries Ltd. But the change in ownership did not mean the competition vanished.

The estimate of admissions were pauperized. Many other schemes were also innovated, out of which a new show timing was the gargantuan of all. A morning 10:00 AM show was started to magnetizely intrigue the general plebeian. I look back well the movie poster was of “1920: The Evil Returns”. The morning price of the ticket and eagerness to ambiance some horror made us roll in the vicinity of the ticket counter. I saw many children dressed up in their school uniform who were there for the same reason, probably they came bunking their respective schools. I was not astonished when I witnessed the madding crowd and formulate my psyche and my body to fell some heat and exertion. A fat man who serendipitously got his ticket was not happy and when he passed near by me, I inquired about his abominable stance. To my precipitousness , he said, “Chu*** ho gae hai salley bahen k lo**….bol te hai ki ticket k sath 60 Rs. ka popcorn+ Pepsi ka combo lena jaruri hai!!”
“To tum ne kya kiya?”, I asked.
“Le na pada yaar, kya karta? Subhe Subhe dimak kharab kar diya Mada* Chood** ne” was his rejoinder.
My friend who was in other line to bag the ticket asked me what to do. I calculated that a 50 Rs. ticket will merge into 110 Rs. And moreover we had only accurate currency to get infront of the big screen. I knew I have to do something, something BIG and unique and infact daring. I saw all most everyone resisting when their turn came to pay the money and own the ticket against the combo pack.

“The person who is sitting inside and distributing the ticket is firm and rigid”, I thought.
“What you’ll do now?”, I asked myself.
And finally, my turn came. Like others I also resisted against the Combo pack. But the ticket distributor showed his anger and firmness. A prompt idea penetrated my mind.
I said boldly, “Today is my fast and I cannot have popcorn and moreover I don’t eat outside food when I fast in the name of Lord Hanuman.

The person behind me was even more blunt. He intelligently said,”Yes, today is Tuesday and today is my fast and I cannot eat popcorn and drink cold drink.”

But the distributor did not move and said, “you have to”
I said, “I can’t”.

While I was squabbling with him, I didn’t knew that my excuse was gaining popularity among the crowd. A group of 3-4 people came forward and protested against the management. They too gave the same reason against the combo. The ticket distributor left his chair to call some higher authority. The group of 3-4 person extolled me for my excuse.

Then the ticket distributor came with a higher authority. The crowd screeched to its zenith yielding cacophony in the ambiance and one of them gave a bang with his palm on the ticket counter limpid glass. Security help was called by the person who was named in my mind as “a higher authority person with more supremacy”
The crowd was gaining lustiness physique and vigor and thus the higher authority person asked the crowd to keep calm. He asked any one from the crowd to speak. I started but my voice could not gain supremacy and was zilch when compared with the crowd. The he shouted and asked any one of the crowd to enter the ticket counter in order to make a conclusion. The whole crowd gazed at me and thus unproclaimed I became their leader. One of them said,”Bhai sahab aap jao”.

I, as a leader, holding the responsibility of the entire crowd on my shoulder entered in. He inquired about the demand of the crowd. I told the reason as why the crowd is against the combo pack. He asked, ” all of them are having fast today?”
I said.” I don’t know about entire crowd but I and many among us are fasting today. Please cancel the scheme of the combo pack”.
The man said, “Well, we don’t have any other option then”.
I happily said,”Yes, you don’t”
He instructed to the ticked distributor to only distribute the ticked and not the combo 🙂

I egressed and disseminated the intoxicated verdict to the crowded public who were packed like sardines!! They extolled my dextrous heroism through their cacophonic sounds and then got engaged in their business. I too collected the tickets for my friends with whom I came to luxuriate the movie. Even they felicitated me and extolled me for, I saved their 60 Rs. We all rushed towards the big screen and on the way to the screen, a group of boys again thanked me.
This was how I became an unproclaimed leader. Hope you enjoyed reading.

Take care,
Lots Of lOve
Keep visiting,
Regards, Harshit Chauhan

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A Minor Surgery


My Histopathology/ Cytology report said :

Name : Harshit Chauhan
Age: 21 Years
Referred by: Dr. Nandini Sahani
OPD No. 12076131
Accession No.: 71650/12
Registration date: 22/09/2012
Report Date: 25/09/2012

Specimen: CYST- BACK

Gross: The specimen consists of cyst measures 0.5 cms. On cutting filled with pultaceous material. Entire pieces taken for embedding in 1 cassette.

Microscopic: Biopsy reveals a cystic lesion by stratified squamous epithelium. The lumen is full of keratinous material. The surroundings tissue shows inflammatory reaction.

Impression: Epidermoid Cyst.

                                                 *** End   of    Report***

There was nothing terrifying about the above report, Doctors declared it ‘Normal’. But before this report was developed, I underwent a minor surgery at Santokba Durlabhji Memorial Hospital, Jaipur. It was a painless experience and is worth narrating too. I complained of a minuscule wart near my neck, behind my shoulders and for the same a operation was conducted on September 22 2012 after anatomizing by Dr. Nandini Sahani on September 18 2012. I woke up in the morning and saw a text on my cell from one of my bosom pal, Dinesh Lalwani.

It said, “don’t worry it is just a minor one and you’ll surely cope up and if you want me to come with you to the hospital, do tell me before 6;30 AM, I’ll accompany you and take leave from college”

I was engulfed and replied, “No, you follow your regular routine and thankx for your love & concern”.

I was instructed not to have any kind of food before the operation but was allowed to have tea before surgery. On that day I followed my regular morning routine of paying my respect and offerings at the temple but on that day, I did special prayer to  God to bless my surgery with success. I came home with a religious mark on my head and sat on facebook to upload a status, which then said:

“Harshit Chauhan, will be facing a minor operation today 😦 Hoping to pace up with life soon after the surgery :)”

We (my parents and I), egressed our home for the hospital at 0900 hours. After making a payment of about 3500 Indian Rupees, a compounder took us to the operation theater. Soon my name was called and I entered in. A nurse gave me dark green operation clothes and advised me to wear them. I did as instructed. I went in an isolated room and it was really a damn difficult task to cope up. Somehow I managed to wear and then the same nurse gave me a cap akin to a shower cap which she herself put on my head. I was instructed to wait. Sitting in a unique dark green colour outfit with shower cap on 🙂 , it was really a different kind of feeling which I never experienced before.

“Are you going to fight a fancy dress competition, they have made you dressed like a Doctor or I feel, like a compounder 🙂 ? “, a thought penetrated my mind.

Soon I was called in. I saw operation theater the very first time in my life and it was a damn tidy dangerous site. BIG machines surrounding one bed. I was made comfortable and they adjusted me on the bed according to their convenience. They together were three members and when Dr. Nandini came in, their total touched 4. One of them tied a cloth strip on my eyes and after that I observed zilch.

“Is it going to be that dangerous and painful “, my psyche commented to me, personally.

Then they took one of my finger of my right hand and attached it with something for which I asked, “for what it is?”, they didn’t answer. I asked them to remove the strip of cloth tied on my eyes, they resisted 😦  Then came the big enchilada, Dr. Nandini. She asked how I was feeling and advised me to relax. I asked, “will I suffer any pain…you’ll be using anaesthesia, I guess. They all bursted into laughter.

“Just relax, we do not aim to give you unnecessary pain or trouble”, a female voice dominated.
“You people will use anaesthesia, please make a mental note of it and if you don’t have it then please let me go, I’m in no mood to undergo any surgery”, I showed my concern very seriously.

They all guffawed radiantly 🙂

To my relaxation, Dr. Nandini said, “We don’t perform any surgery without anesthesia in this operation theater”.)

I was relaxed to my core 🙂

Immediately one of them said, “We are now going to operate you.”

“What about Anesthesia ?”, I commanded in a tone of phobia.

We are giving you the same, Just relax.

“We are beginning with an anesthesia injection, I’m now applying the injection on your shoulder.” one of them said.

I felt the pain as well as a feeling which reminded me of presence of some sharp foreign material in my shoulder. Deep in my mind I also started with the Holy words of Hanuman Chalisa:

Jai Hanuman Gyaan Gun Sagar,
Jai Kapis Tinhu Log Ujyaggar…..

They were busy operating me and I kept worrying about the pain but I was not experiencing it. Magic…No, it was not. I knew anaesthesia is doing the job for me. Blood was pouring out of my body, I could not see but was experiencing the flow on my shoulder. They kept swiping my shoulder for, the blood was pouring out. I knew it was blood but in order to verify it, I started breathing hard so I could smell the same and prove my sensing capability to be good. It all took about 20 Minutes. The part which they operated was bandaged and I was advised to slowly get up. The compounder removed the strip from my eyes and I saw all Doctors smiling at me. I smiled backed too.

One of them said,”You speak too much”. 🙂

I nodded.

Dr. Nandini Sahani showed me the root cause for which I was there in the operation theater. She showed me the extra part or wart which they operated out of my body. The minuscule wart, about 0.5 cms was floating in the transparent liquid material.

“Now I have finally got rid of you”, I said looking at the wart.

They all again bursted into laughter. I egressed the theater by thanking the Doctor and their team and was greeted by my mother who showed her love and concern by hugging me. I was instructed not to apply water to that part and was advised to take rest and again come back for a check up after one week.

Day13: Dell Inspiron N5110 from LuLu Mall, Muscat.


A laptop means a lot to a student and when it comes by happenstance, its magnitude of alleviation is gigantic and the same pinnacle felicitous alleviation I acquainted in Muscat. This day brought me a new resplendent Dell laptop 🙂

In the morning, I wrote on a piece of paper :

– 500 Gb harddisk
– 4 Gb RAM
– i5 processor
– 1Gb Graphic Card

“At least this configuration you must aim”, my mind commented to me, personally again 🙂

In the afternoon, my family and Anand mausa went to Samsung showroom with Mausin, which was present at our relevance for the last time 🙂 We went to finalize a Samsung microwave oven for us and a smart television for Anand mausa and family. After anatomizing we made the final choice of both the products and returned to Bait Muscat.

In the evening, Pratap mausa, bunty and I went to Lulu mall to buy my laptop. I told Pratap mausa about my configuration requirements and he bestowed me with the best of his experience while we were on the way to Lulu in Grand Vitara car. Again we began to scrutinize the laptop and its accessories and in the end after beating the puzzlement between two dell laptop models, a Dell Inspiron N5110 model was selected for my future entertainment and studies too 🙂 A cooling pad caught my attention and my brother also extolled the product and thus we purchased two cooling pads.  A Filipino, who was assisting us showed us a trio pack of speakers, mouse and headphone and that too was put in the cart. For all this we paid 281 OMR or 281.900 OMR, to be precise. We entered home and every member of my family congratulated me and I gave gargantuan thanks to my creators and thank you to other family members. When I opened the flap of the device, the very first thing which captured me was the Arabic language printed on my keyboard buttons. I laughed. “You won’t get sleep today”, Anand mausa commented 🙂

On that day, the dinner was offered on the behalf of my family and meat batti was the dish. Ice cream was served on my behalf as laptop treat 🙂 I don’t know what the others were doing after that, as I got engaged in my laptop treasure 🙂

Day 8: Radiant Morning @Sur Turtle Beach


Someone patted on my head, “get up, put your shoes on…get up, we are about to abscond”. I left my indolent slumber and was prompt on my legs. The clock showed me 0200 hours  I rubbed my blow and went in the territory where I was expecting huge traffic ie. in the wash room but to my surprise and good fortune, I discovered it vacant. “In approaching 15 minutes, the two wash rooms will be in great demand”, though no one heard, my mind said to me. I was the one who took the chequered flag. Manju mausi told me to wake her daughter up and I knew I have to summon up great muscular power to wake her damn heavy body  Somehow I managed her, to her legs. Though no one extolled me but I praised myself for that muscular task but there was Guddu who needed more power to disturb his slumber. He was lying on the sofa. I badgered him but failed  My future prediction came true and other members of my family wished for vacant washroom

One by one we came out of the hotel. Urmila mausi showed her anger and concern as her spouse was not present but soon her anger got abated, Pratap mausa was the last person to exit. We inaugurated that day early to sojourn the turtle beach. If you are planning to visit the same then make sure about the timings. We knew that the entry to the turtle beach will get closed by 0400 hours and that was the only reason we inaugurated that day before sur birds made their inauguration. We, haplessly took a wrong turn and after a damp squib we were finally at our desired destination. Navigator in Yukon and in Ambu’s phone helped us in our endeavour. I saw many other turtle fans waiting there and after making a surrender of 3 OMR per person we too joined them.

Then came an Omani men wearing anklelength, collarless white gown with long sleeves and a resplendent turban on his head. He was the guide who enlightened us and took the responsibility to carry us to the beach where a fortunate encounter with the turtles was awaiting us. We were allowed to capture photos but the camera or mobile flash should not spark. That caught my attention,”digital cameras won’t get success without indispensable flash”, my mind commented, personally again  Then we did dandi march with an Omani Gandhi  Surprised….In dilemma I’ll elaborate for you. Actually, “dandi march with an Omani Gandhi” was my assume which my mind developed during that crawl from reception of turtle beach to the turtle beach. Our Omani guide made me feel him, Gandhi. At that time he was our leader and we did as he ordered. Mechanically, by our respective legs, we made the inception of our march to the beach where we were expected by some turtles. Omani men, with a small torch in his hand was leading us and we all followed. It was still dark and I even couldn’t see the nearby environment or surroundings but could feel the noises of the tides. Initially, during that march no one spoke anything to each other. “Itni raat ko turtle dekh ne ke liye 2 baje jag gaye aur khas baat, koi chu tak nahi kar raha, Anshu tak chup hai  “, my mind commented to me, personally   My eyes caught a sight of a water bottle and that developed a thirsty sensation in my Adam’s apple. I took it from bunty and satisfied my thirst. Guddu’s Adam’s apple also got the thirsty sensation and he took the bottle from my hand and began to carry it after satisfying his thirst. I said to Guddu,”give this bottle to someone else, give it to Ashie amma”. He said, “why ?”. I said, “it is not giving the proper feeling…this bottle is giving birth to many other dirty thoughts”. He bursted into laughter ( Here,Indians will comprehend better, the reason why Guddu laughed  ) He, quite intelligently passed the bottle to Ashie amma and did not took it again and soon that water bottle became a problem  The national dress of Omani men was the only visible object that I could see from far behind. We followed him just as the followers of Gandhi followed Mahatma Gandhi in his world famous historical Dandi march, without much questioning. So, that march was termed by me as “Dandi march by an Omani Gandhi”.

We reached near sea shore and he (Omani man)  showed us a turtle. We remained astonished to see the massive dimension of the turtle. People took their respective cameras and looking that, the Omani mam proclaimed,”no flash please”.”It is  dangerous for the eyes of the turtle, don’t use flash”, was the reason given behind not using the camera on flash mode by that same Omani man. We then visited another turtle and captured it in our cameras. Photos, obviously were not coming clear and for the same reason some people started clicking with flash and for the same they were punished, their cameras were taken by the turtle beach authority. I  was also among them but it was an accident and not a deliberate endeavour. The turtle began its departure by crawling towards sea and I wished him bon voyage. The sun was gaining supremacy and within no time we saw the vast sky and the deep blue sea. Urmila mausi updated me with the best time for visiting the turtle beach ie. September and you should also make a mental note, if you wish to explore the turtle beach in Oman. After clicking several pics we egressed the turtle beach. We came to the hotel again to gain some slumber and after succeeding we made the final checkout.

Trails of a turtle. Pic not mine, took from some other source. See how honest I’m 🙂

After gain some energy and sleep we visited a beach (can’t recall the name now  ) The most notable feature of that beach was it’s fabulous blue water. We then reached Wadi Tiwi and statistically speaking, we captured zillions of pics. We did not enter water as we did in Wadi Shab (see Day: 2) but Ambu luxuriated in water  . Now it was time for us to leave for Muscat, and we did.

In Muscat, an Indian Naval ship was halted and we came to know about the same. INS Viraat and it’s importance got feathers  when we came to know that it was the same ship in which our nucleus, Pratap Mausaji used to work when he was serving the Indian Navy. ” An ex- INS Virrat fellow”, my mind commented, again personally. We glimpsed it from far and saw some planes, helicopters and many crew members on INS Viraat. A unique kind of glow embellished Pratap Mausa’s face. We then, took help of some Ice creams to beat the scorching heat of the sun.

We entered Bait Muscat and in the the evening, after church we went to have dinner outside. Bahadur uncle joined us too. End.

Turtle and Ashie Amma. We all remained astonished to see the gargantuan size of the turtle.

 

 

 

Day 7: Charlatan 1000 Nights Camp’s people :(


Afternoon, 1400 hours, everyone inside Bait Muscat was running hither and thither. “Take your gaugles, caps or hats and other heat resistant stuffs, we’ll sojourn the vast desert today”, second banana, Urmila mausi announced. Everyone got assembled in Guddu’s room to say a small invocation and after getting spiritually recharged we were all equipped to sojourn the land golden sand dunes. 1000 Nights Camp was verbally booked for 190 Rials for eight elder people including me and Bunty. Yukon, a 6.2 cc  monstrous car and Envoy was at are service. Pratap mausaji, the nucleus with his spouse, their children, Ashie, Anshu, Bunty and me captured Yukon for our journey, while the remaining, including Ambu, again making our group, a bakers dozen preferred Envoy. After covering a distance of  200 Km. we reached Bidiya and at Bidiya petrol pump, we satisfied our respective bellies by taking lunch.

Picture clicked after having lunch @ Bidiya Petrol pump with Yukon car & and person who is missing captured it. Can you guess who clicked it?

The surface area between the tyres and the desert sand was augmented by abating the air pressure from the tyres of both cars. Soon we began to sail in the desert sand tides. It was really an indelible drive for, my eyes explored the hot desert sun but my body was experiencing the cold of AC, as is was in Yukon 🙂 My brother and I kept our cameras on video mode to jail the journey. With the help of a map, which we downloaded from 1000 nights camp website, we finally reached the spot. Traditional kawa, coffee and dates were served to us by 1000 Nights people. Happiness were to be seen on our faces. We were as excited as if a financial bill before the legislative assembly in New Delhi 🙂 And my post of desert will be incomplete if I do not mention the ship of the desert, we saw camels chewing and preferred to have pics with them. Urmila mausi, Tunnu, Guddu, Anshu and I went far inside the camp to explore. But it really saddens me, when we came, we heard a verbal skirmish between 1000 Nights’s people and Pratap Mausa. Actually, they cheated us 😦 Despite of proper verbal communication and booking they made no systematized arrangements and moreover they demanded extra Rials for sand bashing and many other desert activities, which they initially approved within 190 OMR !!! As far as the power of my sub conscious mind is considered, I remember that person was charging 25 OMR for sand bashing per person or per 4 members 😦 Pratap Mausaji, my father, Anand Mausaji and Ambu were skirmishing with that bastard wretched idiotic character but he was rigid to loot us. “190 Rials for only dinner and one night accommodation”, Urmila Mausi scolded. While skirmishing was on zenith my mind said,”a bit of India in Oman” personally to me. At that time, Urmila Mausi’s perspicaciousness was highly extolled by all other family members. She said directly to that imbecile, “adjust all in 190 Rials or we’ll abscond”. I crawled towards Manju Mausi and whispered in her ears, “have we paid the currency to this bastard ? “. To my amelioration, she said, ‘NO”. I sighed. We were 200 Kms. away from Muscat and won’t return, keeping this is his mind he did not gave up the loot endeavour. But thankx to sagacious Urmila Mausi for her sagacious and instant verdict, we began our departure. Interestingly, that spineless worm followed us and while jotting the number of our cars said that we had done wrong to him. Now, I’m damn agitated to curse 1000 Nights Camp more….so If you are planning to visit the camp do learn lesson from our visit 😦 I’m not saying that that camp was zilch but would like to add that the place was perfect to enjoy the desert life but the management was pathetic. We, without hesitatingly activated our journey again. I kept looking 1000 Nights camp and within seconds it melted in darkness, dust and heat. Sitting inside the Yukon, we took turns to criticize him 🙂 Bunty said, “chalo kum se kum kawa, coffee aur dates to free mei mil gaye” 🙂 “Bhai, free nahi petrol to laga hai apna”, Pratap Mausaji retorted. 🙂 Envoy and Yukon were freezed for sometime so that we capture images with the vast desert and sun.

Freezed Yukon :)The gargantuan Monstrous Yukon on golden sand dunes of the vast and endless desert. I, Harshit Chauhan (in bark blue shirt, expanding my arms).

The complete group photo…3 families representing one BIG Family 🙂

The sun began his departure and now it was again our turn to again make a sagacious verdict. Returning 200 Kms., without visiting zilch would become abominable and it was then decided that we’ll stay in a hotel tonight and in the morning we’ll explore turtle beach in Sur. We took a break to have shawarma(s) and finally marched to Sur, 70 Kms. from Bidiya. It took some time to find a good accommodation but our patience was rewarded in form of a good hotel. And after bargaining, we hired an apartment with two big rooms, two bathrooms and one kitchen for 28 OMR. I forgot the title of the hotel, so can’t mention it 😦 While taking dinner, it was proclaimed that we all have to leave the room early morning  by 0200 hours as entry for turtle beach will close vaguely by 0400 hours. And that was the end. “One thing is impeccable, the coming 24 hours will be adventurous”, my mind commented to me, personally.

Day6: In Muscat, Oman


In the evening, we went to explore Lulu mall, just 5 minutes in distance from Bait Muscat. There was nothing unique there but one thing which captured my attention was “The Prayer Room”. Don’t get astonished if you see a door with a name plate,”The Prayer Room” anywhere in Oman. Oman is a Muslim eclipse piece of land in the world and in Holy Quran they are said to offer respect to Allah five times a day and that was a sublime indication to  me. “Highly sophisticated people, never take their religion for granted” was my savoir-faire for the Omanis, my mind comment to me, personally. My phone rang, Urmila mausi asked me if I would like to go for swimming with my cousins. I, without giving it a thought said, “Yes”. Making the payments we egressed the mall. Urmila mausi escorted us and we were there in the pool. All the little ones, including me 🙂 luxuriated the blue pool water. Tunnu got a fortune to show his ingenuity, for he is a splendid swimmer. The foursome, including me, Bunty, Guddu and naturally, Tunnu went deep in the water. Guddu guided me in the improvement of my swimming stance. Ashie amma and little Anshu preferred to luxuriate in one corner of the swimming pole where water was not a risky business to them. The pool people charged 1/2 Rial per candidate, which Urmila mausi initially paid. While we were in the water, the three sisters went somewhere in the near by area where some lemon trees were planted. They plucked green lemons and when I came to know about the “lemon anecdote” on the next day, “Indians will continue as Indians, no matted where they land,Oman, Russia or America” 🙂 , my psche ruminated.  After getting exhausted and a proclamation from the pool manager we exited the deep water.  My mother gave me one Rial note to hand it over to Mausi. I did as instructed. I saw Anand Mausa giving Urmila mausi a payment of 1 Rial, I followed him to do the same. She accepted the bank note from him but did not approved my payment. I increased my insist but she was firm and said, “rak rak Bittu, mummy ko mat batana, tere kaam ayange, keep it on my behalf”. I was overwhelmed into plethora of kindest emotions. And that became an anecdote for me  which I’ll capture for long time 🙂

Day 5:Silver Jubilee Jubilation


June 19, 1987 to June 19 2012, 25 years indeed.  Twenty five Years…..

That was the day when my Parents became One and holds, for which the reason I’m present on this Earth. The below few lines contains some lovely elements which I saw my Parents sharing for nearly about two decades. Hope you’ll enjoy reading….:)

25 Years of  Togetherness,
25 Years of Consistency.
25 years of  love,
25 years of Joy.
25 years of specialness,
25 years of Gala.
25 Years of Completion,
25 years of Integralness
25 years of Remembrance,
25 Years of Admiration
25 years of Gala,
25 years of Amity.
25 years of Inclination,
25 years of Attachment.
25 years of Desire,
25 years of Belief.
25 years of Fondness,
25 years of Involvement
25 years of Interval,
25 years of Time.

I was asleep while my cell phone screamed, “Jai”, my only uncle. I knew why he took the trouble to call from India…I ran to my parents room for two simultaneous adduce . 1. To wish them a very happy and prosperous silver jubilee anniversary and 2. to help my uncle, Jai. I did. On that day, in the morning we did not went out…we egressed Bait Muscat in the evening. When the sun(though we did not see) began its departure, we dressed ourself for the ball, at home first and then at Khyber Restaurant. But as I belong to a family in which every auspicious work is initialized by Blessings of the Creator of universe, a voice announced, “hurry up, we are getting late for the mass”. We made a dash to the church. All my family members went in to pay their offerings, I did not crawl in, and payed my respect from outside the church. After requesting for my wishes to God, I knew I have some time to investigate the surroundings. The top of the church was flat(I was expecting to be a dome like shaped), I noticed. At the cafeteria I asked for a cup of coffee and found it zilch, in consideration with coffee at GMC, but quite interestingly, I enjoyed making a sacrifice of 200 Baisa for the coffee.  The mass reached its end and people started pouring out of the Holy place. And after making a small get together at Mother Mary’s grotto, we came home via collecting Anniversary cake and some other stuff from “Muscat Bakery”. Inside the home, everyone ran hither and thither to make the  arrangements. A Cake, knife, a candle, a casio, a champagne bottle, two sprite bottles, six champagne glasses and six erratic coloured plastic glasses were embellished on the table. Guddu sat on the drum which was placed juxtapose to the table and Tunnu occupied the keyboard. Ashie kept herself engaged in a discussion of a song with Tunnu. Bunty was busy making soup. You must be wondering, at that time where I was, mean, What was i doing? Actually, I am not able to recall where i was sweating my sweat at that time 🙂 I noticed that Urmila mausi was dressed in an outfit which my mother gave just 4 days before. Here, I must praise my mausi for her intelligence and loving stance for her sister (my mother). My parents began the ceremony but cutting the cake and we all joined them. Some sunged.”happy anniversary to you”, Urmila mausi added,”happy chandi anniversary to you”, Guddu and Tunnu were busy playing drum and casio respectively,  Ashie and I,started,”congratulations and celebration, I want to tell the world that i’m happy as can be”. After the cake ceremony and greetings, came the champagne tradition. My father with help from Pratap Mausa opend the Champagne bottle, urmila mausi shouted,”hey, don’t dirty my home” at which all of us bursted into laughter. I opened the apple juice champagne shaped bottle for my cousins. “Cheers, Cheers” all around. Both my Mausi(s) and mausaji(s) showed their respect with a resplendent bouquet which they handed to my parents. I remember, at that time I was recording their respect with my camera. Urmila mausi handed me their handycam and escaped into her room, Pratap Mausa, Guddu and Tunnu joined her. Then they came with an object covered with a green towel. They handed it to my parents but did not remove the towel. Guddu, generating a dilemma, went below the object so that other members think that it is damn heavy. I was still recording the whole act and from the handycam scerne i saw them removing the green layer and there came out a Samsung DVD home theater.
We reached Khyber, one big table with twelve chairs were made  systematized for us and the the steward removed the “reserved tag” from the table. Chicken lollipop and hara bhara kabab as starters, were served. Beer and wine glasses were on the table. I being a vegetarian enjoyed vegetarian food while others ate non-veg. Ice creams with gulabjamuns was served to us as sweet dish. That was the end of that memorable day.

Serendipitous


What a parallelism!!!
Without any meticulous endeavour, @ d midnight, when the clock hands join palms in respectful manner to greet India’s Independence, I made the inception of  the most distinguished, booker prize winner, booker of bookers 1993, booker of bookers 2008, James Tait Black Memorial Prize winner and one of the most controversial yet splendid book…Midnight’s Children by Salman Rushdie.
The first page of the novel opens exactly 65 years ago, and coincidentally I made the inception at the same time. :D
While Indians were sending greetings to each other, I was lost in a story that took me accurately 65 years back. Was it a Coincidence or Destiny!!! What do u think?

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