Sunday 25 November 2012

MEN WILL BE MEN

We enjoy a drink or two occasionally. Me and my friend T. It is sort of a ritual for us to go out once a month to a certain bar, have a drink or two, relax and chat.

That day was no different. We decided first to go and buy me a pair of shoes and then proceed to the bar. On the way, I was constantly on the phone talking to my girlfriend (who seemed to be in ultra-romantic mode that day ;) ). It was a feat hanging up the phone without hurting her feelings. 

I turned to T and said, "She does this to me every time. She knows I am out for a drink and she has no problems with that but she has to call me every fifteen minutes and ask me what I am doing."

"Oh! I have no problems on that front." Replied T. "I told my wife I am out with you for a few drinks and wont be receiving any of her calls. I shall call her only when I return to my room. I am a no-nonsense fellow, you know."

"What a sensible wife!" I complimented him. 

Finishing my purchases we proceeded to the bar and ordered two beers and some snacks to go with them and set about talking. Conversation flows when you have some alcohol in your veins and some good company. Alas! It didn't last long.

It was T's phone this time. 'Wifey calling', it said on the screen. I passed him the phone. I could hear his side of the conversation.

"Hi darling!"
...
"I told you I am with Vinay da."
...
"I am in town."
...
"Oh! Vinay da bought a pair of shoes, some shirts and all those stuff."

My ears stood up. Shoes were all right. But shirts and stuff? We didn't even go to the shirts section.

"Now? Now we are in Thana Charali sitting in a restaurant."

Not in a bar, mind you. A smile started forming on my lips.

"Some chicken dish and some naan. Nothing to drink."

I started laughing.

"We had some coffee before looking for the shoes. So, it took us more time than I anticipated."

I was doubled up with laughter.

"I got to go. Need to take care of the bill. Will call you when I reach my place. OK? Bye. Love you."

He put down the phone with a sheepish grin.I punched him on the arm. And then he started laughing too.

Saturday 17 November 2012

The Kiss

He looked at her. At her beautiful face. Her smiling, inviting eyes. The smile lingering on her lips.  Her hair cascading down the sides of her face, down to the neck of her kurti, up to where the swell of her breasts began. She looked lovely. As always.

He raised his hand and straightened a stray strand of hair falling over her left eye. She said nothing. Just looked at him. With that strange yet alluring gaze. 

He moved closer. Close enough to feel her breath on his lips. He breathed in her fragrance. 

He glanced at her eyes. They were closed. Maybe in anticipation. 

He looked at her lips. Those full, soft lips he had always dreamed of kissing. They looked so inviting. He moved closer, to put an end to the wait of endless years. He leaned in to put his lips on hers, to kiss her...

"Chai chai!" He woke up to the sound of a chaiwallah selling his tea. The train had arrived at some station. 

He turned in his berth and tried to go back to sleep and to the dream, to the kiss...


Author's Note: Some people believe in dreams, others in powers of creativity. This is dedicated to one person who falls in the latter category.

Monday 12 November 2012

Audit in Ayodhya

Original work: 'Ayodhya me Khata Bahi'; Author: Harishankar Parsai

[Translators Note: I have always believed its a crime tinkering with masterpieces. And when the creator is a towering stalwart of the Hindi language, the crime only becomes the more unpardonable. But then I thought: If I share this, maybe some people will get to enjoy one of the greatest satirists of Hindi literature, even though the translation leaves a lot to be desired. Also, it coincides with the occasion of Deepawali, and it seems appropriate. I just hope I can at least convey what the original author wished to with this measly effort of mine. Along with my apologies. Happy Deepawali people! ]

It is said that when Lord Rama came home to Ayodhya after defeating Ravana, the whole city was decorated and lit with earthen lamps. This festival of Deepavali shall persist till the end of time. 

The festival is also associated with the changing of ledgers by the businessmen, the ledgers being bound by a red cloth.

Two questions arise: What is the relation between Lord Rama's return and the changing of the ledgers? And why use only a red cloth to bind the ledger when a variety of other colours can also be used?

Fact is when news of Lord Rama's imminent return reached the ears of the business community, they got scared. They began to say: "This is bad news. We got away during the reign of Bharat. But Rama is 'Maryada Purushottam'. He wont tolerate income tax theft. He'll look for audit reports, examine our ledgers. Looks like we are in for a stint in the pen."

Such was the state of affairs when Lord Rama reached Ayodhya. While the general population was jubilant, the business community was scared, thinking of some way to avert the crisis.

As soon as he reached Ayodhya, Lord Rama sensed that there was something fishy about the businessmen and their dealings. Shifty eyes, smooth talk with a perpetual anxious face alerted him that the matter needed to be looked upon. He called Hanuman and said: "Listen, O Son of the Wind God! We won the war in Lanka. But an even greater enemy awaits here at Ayodhya- corruption among the business classes. Many a great warrior has been defeated by the guile and cunning of the corrupt. You are the bravest, strongest and wisest among all my warriors. I appoint you the Director of the Enforcement Branch. Go forth, examine the ledgers and find the guilty. Punish them as need be."

The news spread like wild fire among the businessmen of Ayodhya. They started talking: "Hanuman ji has been appointed the Director of the Enforcement Branch! We are gone now. He is a strict person. He will sniff us out in no time."

A meeting of the legal advisors was called for. After long winded discussions and deliberations, they decided that the ledgers should be changed. The 'Chamber of Commerce' issued a notice to this effect that was circulated among the businessmen. 

But the businessmen weren't satisfied. What if Director sir wanted an explanation to the ledgers being new? What if he wanted to inspect the old ones? Various course were deliberated upon.

"How about warming up his pockets?"

"He doesn't take money. Doesn't need any. Plus he wears just a loincloth. No pockets."

"He may not take. How about memsaab? She will have needs."

"Sir didn't marry. Spent his life in fighting."

"Any other 'hobbies'? Booze? Birds?"

"He is a very disciplined person. No booze or smoke. And he is a baal brahmachari. Will skin any call girl alive!"

"Then what do we do?"

An experienced lawyer spoke up: "The higher a person is in the social hierarchy, the more he likes flattery. Hanuman doesn't have any afflictions. He rubs vermilion on his body and wears a red loincloth. Easy to please him. Keep your ledgers bound in red cloth."

Overnight, ledgers were changed and bound in red cloth. 

The next day, Hanuman came on inspection with a few constables. He went to the first trader and said to him: " I have been commanded by the Lord to weed out corruption. No one shall escape me. Show me your ledgers." The trader took out the ledger bound in red cloth. Hanuman saw that the cloth binding the ledger and his loincloth were of the same colour. He softened a bit. 

"You bind your ledgers in a red cloth similar to my loincloth?"

The businessman said, "Yes Sir! We are your devotees.We worship you. We worship the colour that adorns your body. We worship the colour your loincloth is dyed. You are everything for us."

Hanuman felt elated.

Businessman said," Shall I open it? Please check that everything is in order."

Hanuman said,"Leave it. My devotee can't be corrupt."

Wherever he went, he saw ledgers bound in red. He saw his devotees. He didn't see anything. 

Upon returning to Lord Rama, he submitted his report: Your businessmen are all honest. No one is corrupt.

Hanuman was the world's first communist. A leader of the masses. Thats why the communists have adopted his colour.

However, the leader of the masses has to be careful that the bourgeois dont use his loincloth to bind their ledgers.