a happy yore

8/9/2019 A Happy Yore

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The 29th November 2009, it was an attemptfor a PSU job that I was in the JadavpurUniversity Campus, Kolkata. The 2:30 hr

written examination for a position ofMechanicalEngineer in BHEL went past in a jiffywhile filling the mendacious yet alluringbubbles. Several college buddies were therewhom I avoided, some could not be avoidedand one or two there were not to be avoided.Shashi, my ex/ room mate was in the third

category, was there interested more inreceiving his big brother, Mani bhaiya who hadflown from Bnglr to Kolkata that day. He wason his home bound trip and the scheduleincludeda nightat Shashis place back Haldiafor a boozenight.

The bubbling job was over by 12:30pm and

when I was pushingthrough the crowd to be

comfortably out of the place, it struck me

how much, young engineers long for a

government job, secure, glossy, paying,

facilitating and more than that less

demanding. There is always a sense of

competitionremainingafterthese exams end.

Most of the people rub shoulders to cling to

some public conveyance means to get away

from the placeand get ridof the post exam


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horrible feelings. The resources deplete fast

and auto walas and taxiwalas make merry

thoseSundays.But I was not in much hurry. I

had my 17:30SteelExpress ticketin my wallet.And I knew that some how I will find

butcheringtimetough for at leasta coupleof

hours or even more laterthe day. Anyway, I

and Shashiemerged out of theuniversitygate

which just faces the Jadavpurbus stand across

the road. Just there we were hit by acollege junior (she happens to be the girl friend of our

common friend Lala), she was desperately

waiting for TCS to end her corpulent fathers

money days for the past 6 months. We

chatted for a while there which did not

concern anythingwhich I considerchat- able.

It was chiefly decorated by how she was not

missing any of the recent movies andhow well

her still to join anywhere Kolkata college

friends keep meeting, et al. All the while I

kept looking at her withamazement trying to

decipher what makes them talk like that. I

kept my inadvertent inquisition in my belly andgestured that I was in great hurry. That

reminded Shashi of his brother who was

waitingfor himat the Howrah Stationand we

crossed the road.


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But that blubber talk gave us vital information

about a CTC bus scheduled to leave the bus

stand 1oclock. Its not only that I and Shashi

were seated decently but the promptness with

which the bus left the stand, I knew that after

Shashi departs, time will kill me. I was

sincerely hoping that the bus moves slowly and

keeps on gettingheldat traffic lightsand jams.

To my despair Sunday Kolkata did not offer any

such resistance to the bus and comingboredom. In 35 minutes we were at the

station. Shashi inserted himself in one of the

queues for local traintickettoHaldia and asked

me to locate his brother around the Food Plaza

in the station complex. Though the food plaza is

not very far from the ticket counter, I took alonger route to arrive there and locating Mani

bhaiya wasnt tough. He was waiting by the

front wall beside the entrance of the railway

restaurant as if he was Enrique Iglesias. We

talked obvious formalities and waited for

Shashi to join us. Mean while I knew that one

of his friends is expected and we will have

lunch.


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Shashi took 15 min to come and when I came

back after taking four thali coupons Mani

bhaiyas friend was there too. After munching

on the lunch brothers were off toHaldia. I badegoodbye to Mani bhaiyas friend there itself

and Walked.

My watch was just beyond 15 minutes after 2

oclock. I had this question loud in my mind,

What now? I had more than 3 hours to

spend and my onlyresource was my ipod. The

chief limitation was my blanket laden

backpack. I usually do not sit on a railway

platform; I keep roaming here and there to

tick the time away. I decided against sitting

this time too and moved out of the station tohave asmoke.It lastedonly 5min against 30

minutes as it seemed.

No problem! Rafi Saab was going on and I was

inching every platform. I was enjoying the

melodies, trying to observe each and everydetail my ambiance had to offer. There are a

lot of thought catching activities going on a

platform every possible minute of our stay,

rats to dogs, ties to rags, trains to trolleys,


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pullers to pushers, skirts to burkas, feet niked

to bares, smiles to frowns, laughs to cries,

anaemia to obesity, footpath to GAP and all

patterns of facial hair to name a few. I washappy some where that I was cruising through

my waiting time before the ipod went silent. It

had run all night and was drained off

electrochemical power. It was not 3 yet.

Suddenly my bag became heavier like I cannot

take itany longer.

Howrah station has two portions, old and newconnected by a walk over bridge. South andSouth East bound trains leave from the newside. My train was also expected on the newside. So I moved towards the new side. I hadbetter chances of getting a seat there as crowdpicks up there usually late in the evening andnights. I walked to the wheeler and gave acasual glance around. Asked for book I have

long been enquiring about at stalls, failing torecognize my demand the shop owner shifted

attention to more potential customers. I kepton looking for something that could interestme sufficiently long in continuation. I pointedout at this compilation of quotations, Dictionaryof Quotations by some Alfred John. Flipping


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through some pages and after going throughthe back cover I decided to buy it. Thequotations were from luminaries from various

walks of life encapsulating the most profoundwisdom, ideas, ideals, dreams, sentimentsandtruths of man kindarranged alphabeticallyandsubject wise., as it said. I was so tired that Idid not argue the way I habitually do while

bargaining.

I was lucky as I located an elderly couplevacating a pair of seats around the corner

and I almost fiercely captured it. Positioned

my bag and with a fulfilling glance all around

openedmypastime.

Some notableones are following;

Letus, be up and doing, with a

heart for any fate; still

achieving still pursuing, learn to

laborand to wait.

----- H.W.Longfellow

It isnot the ape, nor the tigerin a man that Ifear,itisthe donkey.

---------Thomson


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The world is governed more by appearances

than by realitiesso that it is fully as necessary

to seem to know somethingas to know it.

--------DanielWebster

What in me isdark?

Illumine,whats low raise and support; thatto

theheight of this argument

I may asserteternalprovidence

Andjustifythe ways of God toMen

----------JohnMilton

A good man can be stupid and still be good.

But a bad man must have brains.

--------MaximGorky (My Fav. Author)

If you get simplebeauty and naught else, You

get aboutthe bestthing God invents.

----------RobertBrowning

The goodness that is cheap in beauty makes

beauty briefin goodness.

------------Shakespeare


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Why is that we rejoice at a birth and

grieve at a funeral. It is because we are

nottheperson concerned.

--------Marktwain

A blind man isa poor man, and a blind a

poor man is; for the former seeth no

man, and the laterno man sees.

---------------H.W. Longfellow

The best of what little I managed to go

through while in full consciousness.

When you are old and gray and full ofsleep,

And nodding bythefire,take down thisbook,And slowly read and dream of thesoft look

Youreyeshad once, and theirshadows deep

How many lovedyour moments of gladgrace,

And lovedyour beauty withfalse or true,But one man lovedthe pilgrim soulin you,And lovedthe sorrow of your changingface.

-----------W.B.Yeats


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The content seemed very virtuous and

entertaining to me and I went through thick

and fast. All know that heavy articles demandslow movement through natural means and if

denied co-operation cause fatigue and early

failure of the resources. I was in dire need of

refreshment amidst increasing chaos, both

native and produced by the nature of my

ambiance. I already had my allergic rhinitis

bout right through the day. Right then the

broom disturbed the settled dust on the floor

raising clouds I dont fancy breathing in. I

alreadywas short ofnose wipes and had again

to stroll with bag on my back and hand

masking my nose.

While entering Comesum for a coffee, more

for therapeutic relief than refreshment I

sneezedon every 8-10 steps. Afterputting my

bag down in a corner I tookmy black sugarless

coffee mug in one hand and pulled out my

hanky with another with a view to avoid any

potentialembarrassmentwith my sneezes on.

The coffee seemed to work soon and the

frequency went down with only my running


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nose left to manage. I looked here and there

while slowly enjoying the coffee. The place

was buzzing with people and I was forming

images about them. Some were noticeablesome were not but I noticed them all,not out

of shear meaning of noticing them but to pass

through the two eternal hours. I noticed

people talking over phones and there are

inestimable ways they do that. From age to

holding style, from volume to gender thereare various constituents to this analogy of

zebra pattern. I minced through my void

thoughts and titled my mug perpendicular to

have the last viscous drop of coffee when a

group of young seemingly professional women

entered the caf.

They did not seem to be very connected with

each other but moved in as a group if there

was some unscripted and established

agreement. Some of them moved to thecounter and the show case to enquire about

the offerings, the rest were either stationary

or moving discreetly, one or two whispering

over phones. I found them decently and


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fashionably clad with an air of urbane and

feminine perfumery. Although I had a sick

nose, still the cocktail of the fragrances was

detectable. An idea struck me when I saw avery stylish and sophisticated phone in one of

those hands.

The next moment my left hand plunged into

the left pocket of my jeans and pulled out

my Sony Ericsson S312, yeh sirf dikhta

mahnga hai type of phone. I rampaged the

keypad, Main Menu >> Connectivity >>

Bluetooth >> Turn ON >> Search for

Devices.

Eventuallythe green bar progressed to fetch mesome 7-8 names.

Vishal

Gopi

Nokia**

NazeefKhanum

Virus


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The rest of thenames I have forgottenjust like

we forget the mango pieces after picking a

ginger piece from a mixed pickle bottle. I eye

picked up the one loquacious name from thelist and scanned the space around me as if I

had some miraculous capability to recognize

any stranger from the name of his/her

Bluetooth device itself. The name deemed off

any masculine traits and in my belly I had

already inferred that she was one from of thefragrant bunch. I had not needed this amount

of courage whole my life as in to ping her on

Bluetooth. After finger combing my dull dark

brown hair and wiping facial oil with one hand

and phone in another up my face and

mustering sufficient courage I selected thename Nazeef Khanum and entered the pass

code as 123. And with waiting for Nazeef

Khanum to accept on my phone screen I

started to check faces for the expected facial

slide show in people with phones in their

hands.


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She was the third or fourth face as I

remember and had a phone in her hand which

hadjust beeped. She reacted lateto her Nokiabeep and seemed astonished by theinvoluntary

beep and shake. She may not be in a habit of

many incoming text messages, I guessed. She

must have seen NimbusNomadicwaiting to be

accepted or rejected asking her to enter a

pass code which she had no idea about.

Had itbeen some other creature I would have

let the Bluetooth saga pass unnoticed by

canceling the proposal from my side I think

now. The couple of seconds after which hernerve cellstransferredthe vibrationand sound

to her brain and deactivated the then

thoughts going on, I took to visually confirm

the identity and declined to retreat from the

stage of my killboredomendeavor.

What Next? I made my presence prominent

enough by moving slightly in her direction

with my eyes shuttling between my phone


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screen and her face. This rally was broken

when I was noticed within 3 mtr of approach

and I gestured with phone in my hand as if

shewas waiting for me.

Itsme, and the passcode is123 pointing

to myself waved my pal m feeblyto her.

At firstshe could not understand if it was she

I was addressing to, then she took half a stepbackwards in possible self defense or

controlling her stature when approached by a

stranger. The facial expression she adorned

that moment would remind anybody of the

baby faces encountering bearded and ugly

friends of their fathers. Then out of amazement

and with a sense of harsh interrogation she

asked, kya?

We were so apart from each other that if we

both would have extended hands to eachothers the middle fingers had chances of

touching. Such was the gap between many

possibilities and combination of incidences. I

knew the persuasion part was the toughest


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and needed the best attention and care,

appropriately sculpted words with certain

fluiditybut prompt and calculatedpauses. The

after-effects of mishandling the situation couldhave fetched severe results, as roasted as

blue and black public beating. My mind and

body went fluttering like our tricolor does on

our politicians cars; though I went on

neglecting it just in the same fashion they

neglect the flag. Such was her appearancethat experiencing the apparent chastity

tempted me to the extent of gettingdragged to

her. My throat felt paralyzed and my tongue

uttered the words coming from some

unknown depth over ridingthe throat.


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Please! Pareshan na hon. I am Ahmad. mera

aisa koi iradanahihaijisse aapko mushkilhogi

. Main kafi der se is jagah pe apni train ke

intezaar mein hun, joki five thirty ko

scheduled hai. Abhi bamushkil sarhe teen

baje hainaur mainalready itnabor ho chukka

hun ke station ki yeh ghadisharma jaegi.Kya

main aapse thodi der baat kar sakta hun. I

gushed thoughit.

She was about 5-3, With rich flawless skin in

good sub continental fairness and facial

features which we dont get to see every other

day in our neighborhoods, her not very long

tresses were mono-clutched strong and low,

looked sharp and elegant in her gray white

wavy striped kurta with little embroidery and

small black bead workalong the simple non-

revealing neck, borders and sides and a

regular long necked monte carlo cardigan.

Its an old saying in England that if you want

to know about a person look at the shoes.They were not exuberant but smart, shiny

and silent.Not many people do justice to their

names, yet very few of them are in complete

harmony. Nazeef in urdu means Nafees or


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Nafasat- wala, in English I can interpret itas

onewithexquisite finesse.

I saw countless expressions, just as many as

can be attributed to a subtle face humanly

possible in 100 years of once life time, flash

after flash. Her face changed all colors fair

indian skin can exhibit ranging from red to

yellow tone oozing from underneath. She

ended up with a frowning frame with touches

of anger and amazement.

Kya? then after a saliva swallowing pause

she asked with prominent rage, Aapko

kaise YEH laga ki hum aapse baat karenge?

I was taken aback and that interrogation

sentjitters to my spine, so I went into

complete defense with as innocent face Ithought I can make. Then withone backfoot

cover drive I gave the possibilities one last

chance to flourish.


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Main janta tha, kisi ko bhi ajeeb lagega.Then I swallowedfor a similarpause.

koi baat nahi, maine socha ke shayad

aapkepaasbhi kuchh waqt ho. Bluetooth to

ek bahana tha kisi ko dhoondhne ka. Ab

mujhe kya pata tha ke yeh aap niklengi aur

baatnahikarengi.

I again swallowed, made my eyes as round as

possible and remained silent looking

downwards with an offset from her. Oh God!

It worked. Eureka! Even in my wildest of

dreams I havent yet fancied talking to such a

feminine human with such craftsmanship,

rather draftsmanship, I am an engineer.


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I cannot imagine what might have gone

through her mind. Had I been in her place I

would never have talkedto somebody like me.May be she found the place Comesum

securedenough to have a little adventure. She

made a face with high eyebrows squeezed

chinand one-fourth of a smile.

wellllllllllll she said like a typical girl withdeep doldrums

I amNazeefMM..NazeefKhanum

And I hope ke tum aur baatein nahi karna

chahoge jab main yeh kahungi ke mainyahan

apne husbandka wait kar rahihun She tried

to dissuademe once again

ANS: phir to theekhai, who gana hai na ye

mulaqat ek bahana hai isko change kar dete

hain aur kahte hain ye mulaqat ek fasana

hai. [Somewhere I didnt like thatannouncement,but let itgo]

[She laughed.Idied.]


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NK: kya karte ho? Student? [Still the

monotone was there]

ANS:Ek second! Coffee lengiaap?

NK: No thanks!

[She pulledout 12 liter BISLERY bottlewhich

was half full, took an unimaginably small

gulp. I gazed then guised where from do

these girls get things we dont usually find,

uniqueness and novelty are two statutory

requirements of girls what ever be the

age..cloths,..accessories, pens and even

toothpicks. I mean you alwaysget to see new

and different items there. I reordered my

coffee.

ANS: I am a mechanical engineer with

TCE, TATA Consulting...

NK: TCS?

[People always do that, my company fights stiff

recognition competition with group company

TCS whichis widely known to all]


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ANS: No. T C E, TATA Consulting Engineers

Ltd., we offer consultancy services to

engineeringprojects.

NK: ok [her interest oozed out with myexplanation]

ANS:Aur aap?

NK: I am in HRD with ATLAS Healthcare

ANS: HR walon ko bhi naye logon se baat

cheet karne ko ITNA (I stressed on it) waqt

lagtahai?Tajjub hai...[Then gave a sly smile]

She smiledto my smi le even more slyly.

NK: Are aise bhi koi baat karta hai kya?

mainbore ho raha hun,gup karengi?

[She quoted me with 3 ppm drama, it felt

melodramatic to me]

ANS:Waiseaap ki gadi ko kitni der hai?kahan

jana hai, kahin Jamshedpur to nahi chal rahihain?


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[I dont know how to imitate her NOinwriting. As if Jamshedpur was some place inSudan. ]

NK: NO! Actually my husband is arriving in

Poorva from Delhi. Main jaldi free ho gayi to

socha ke yanhise saath chalejayenge.

ANS:OK

[I nodded like back benchers do in physics

classes]

NK:Kya baatkaroge? Ab mainjaun?

[She was trying to make me feel like she has

already granted me 10 million euros, and will

not giveme more unless I pleadfor it.They all

do this to good men, and they cannotdo thisto

bad men becausethey fear them.]

ANS: Ab to main yeh bhi janta hun ke aapko

bhi intezaar karna hai. Mohtarma agar aap

thodi narmiyat se pesh aayen to kya bura

hoga. yeh intehanahihogikya ke do log jinme jaan pehchan ho aur wo log yahan alag alag

chup chap bore hon.

[I triedauthoritativeness.]


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NK: Phir bhi baat kya karoge. [She was

adamant]

ANS: Share some sweet sour experiences, I ll

narrate one two from my archives and we will

soon see your husband coming and my train

whistling. If you feel like having a coffee kindly

helpyour self so that mainusme kuchh milana

paun. [I laughed and she joined me for the

firsttime, I gesturedher to have her coffee]

She returned with lemontea.

NK: Humesha aise hi karte ho stations pe?

kitnelogonne baat ki haiab tak..

[I was getting furious, but felt misery more

than fury in not returningher a befittingreply.

but the feeling vanished very quickly because

we dont get such beautiful strangers to have

coffee over talks]

ANS: Yeh to achchhi mushkil hai. ho na hotum chor ho yeh sochna ladkiyan kab

chhodengi.Chaliye mainhi shuru karta hun.


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[I started with my family backgroundand how

well I managed my mediocre academic profile

through out and then ended through how

amazing was it to talk to a stranger whoshares the name with my new nephew. She

nodded in between and asked obvious

inquisitions, and I tried my best to keep her

intrested and entertained with my face and

words.It was 4 Oclock. My nose was feeling

better and we had run through our drinkswhichwere ghastlydifferent. I asked her ifshe

would like to roam about the place and

decliningshe reordered her tea and asked me if

I would go encore. I suggested her swap of

tastes and she agreed. I gave the scenario a

twist by making her promise that she would

finishthe coffee.]

NK: [coughed] kaise peete ho? Isse bekar

coffee maine kabhinahi pi hai.

ANS: Look you cannot blame a machine if

you do not know how to operate it.Main batahun kaisepeete hain. Pahleek ghoontpani le

lijiye.[Shefollowed] Now take a smallsipand

move it around your mouth well before

swallowing it to liven up your taste buds and


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to get acquainted with the burnt taste. ab

thodithandihone dijiye auryeh soch ke pijiye

ke yehi coffee hai. You will find it better than

your creamycappuccino.

NK:bakwaas

ANS:Youhave promisedto finish it.

NK:Koshish Karungi.

ANS: Ab aapkibaari hai.

NK: Fine!

[She sighed...I winked]

NK: Main Bhopal se hun. Mere husband

Jabalpur se hain. He is in Reliance

Communications. Apni shaadi 4 mahine pahle

huyi.[ She intended to finish everything in

four briefsentences]


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ANS:Affairedya arranged?

NK:

Yehmaintumko kyun bataun?

ANS: OK! As you wish. Main to flattery

bhinahikar sakta, jaan ke kya karlunga.

NK: hmmm. baat to hai. Humare yahan

families bahot conservative hain. Scope

nahihailovemarriageka.

ANS: I see! I sense a failed endeavor here.

NK: hushh! nahi main bata rahi hun bas..

ANS:chaliyechhodiye.Hobbies?

NK: aaaaaaaaaa.nahikuchh khaasnahi..

ANS:phirbhi,kuchh to hoga.

NK: kahan yaar . School mein cartoon banati

thi...bahot dinhuye... ab khana banatihun..


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[We both laughed. For the first time I saw in

her eyes that she enjoyed it. Even after tasting

sugarlessbitter coffee. I was elated in my he ar t

upon beingcalled yaar.]

NK:tum kya kya karte ho? I mean hobby wise.

ANS: main to bahot kuchh karta hun aur

kuchh bhi fruitful nahi karta.kahne ko

purane gaane collect karta hun... gana aatanahi hai..gale ko upar wale ne loch se

mahroom rakha hai. thoda bahot likhta

hun.. to koi padhta nahi hai..driving karna

pasand hai ..kabhi kisi rally ka mein

participate nahi kar paya... aur kya . bas

aisahihai.chhote kaamon ke liye bada hun

bade kaamon ke liye chhota hun.

NK:ek baatto hai,bahot baatooni ho.

ANS:sabko yehishikayatrahihai.

NK: ek baat hai .. ajeeb hai ke humlog aise

baatkar rahe hain..matlabek dum ajeeb hai.

ANS: Ji haan kal ko aap to bhool jayengi,

main afsos karta rahunga ke 4-5 mahine

pahleBhopal ghoom aana chahiyetha.


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[I knew I crossed the limit there by some

millimetersbut she digested itand turned the

topic]

NK:Are sabhichali gayin lagtahai.

ANS: Except them.

[I eye pointed two girls over a distance outsidethe cafe]

NK:Maan gaye..aapki paarkhinazar...

ANS: aur Nirma super dono Ko... [I

completed itand laughedaloud]

NK:matlab mainnahihoti to inmese koihota kya. Chance le lo yehunmarriedhain.

[She informed]

ANS:Genuinely Unintrested!

[This is one phrase i always use when people

suggest me to go after girls] yeh aur baat hai

ki I have got keen obsevation and am alwaysaware of activities around me. [I grinned]


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I do notreallyknow when we both finishedour

drinks.At some pointwhich I do not remember

while writing I pointedout to her that she has

finished her coffee, and she replied withappreciationfor the taste the black coffee left.

NK:No. Seriously. aisa din koi kaise bhool

sakta hai. pata nahi mere husband kojab

bataungito kaise react karenge.

ANS:batana zaroori haikya ? [I testedher]

NK:are nahiyaar! yeh to pata chalega ki aise

meinkaise react karte hain.

ANS:hmmm .OK itsup to you. Panga hua to

mujhe dosh mat dijiyega. maine kahan kahatha baatkarne ko.

NK: waah ! tum kah kab rahe the tum to ro

rahe the.


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ANS: chaliye yeh bhi yaad rahega. aaj ke

baad kya hum log kabhi baat karenge, kya

kahtihainaap.

NK:pata nahi. koi khaaswajeh to nahidikhti.

ANS:wajeh ho saktihai.

NK:yaar tum to mera ghar ujaaddoge.

ANS: maine mazaq kiya bhai. Then let usmutually decide that we will not exchangephone numbers or email ids. DONE? Khush?

NK:mainkaun sa dene wali thi.

ANS: aap baat mat kijiye aap ki koi chhoti

bahen hai to uska number to de dijiye..yaqeen hai wo kuchh kam nahihogiaapse.

NK: ladke saare aise hi hote hain, tumne

bhiprove kar diya.

ANS: you should work on your humour, its

an absolute necessity for HR people. I am

genuinely unintrested.ladkiyan bhi na ..thodi

sitaareefhuyinahike bas.


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NK: chalo chhodo bhi. Train ka waqt ho

raha. inhone announcementnahi ki ab tak.

ANS: do minute rukiye main pata karkeaatahun? Bag chhod kejaun?

NK:nahimain ise lekarbhagjaungi.

[ I left my bag with her to make enquiry

about Poorva Express and came to know thatit was half an hour late and expected

around 17:15, I returned to Mrs. N Khanum

within a couple of minutes and announced.

]

ANS:hazrat adha ghanta latehain.

[Hearing it she chuckled and I knew more

about her with that chuckle.It saida lotmore

than she wished to tella stranger. She longed

to see him and even 30 minutes ofdelay sank

her heart for a while, very quickly then she

switched from our chit chat to an Indianmuslim woman waiting for her husband to

come. In a couple of seconds she came back to

senses and became aware that she was

guardinga strangersbag.]


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ANS: Shall we have one more tea and coffeeround?

NK:Nahi yaar ab rahne do. [She was in no

mood for that]

ANS: Aa hi rahe hain na. Indian Stretchable

Time se zyada umeed nahi rakhte , yeh tobhalahai ki sirfaadhe ghante ki baathai.

[I tried to cheer her up a bitand itbrought

her a ppm scalesmile]

NK: haan kar bhi kya sakte hai. Tumhari

trainbhito aanewali hogi.

ANS:abhiwaqt hai

NK: maza aaya yaar . naya kuchh

experiencekiya maine.

ANS: ab aapko kya bataun aap se poochhtewaqt meri kya halat thi. Sau saal ka Buddha

bhikam thartharata hoga.

NK:but you looked confident


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ANS:who to mainhi janta hun.achchha aap

bataiye us waqt aap kya soch rahi theen.

Sach boliyega

NK: Pahle to laga ke tum paise mangoge

ye kahke ke paisekhatm ho gaye hainghar

jana hai. Phir laga ke tumhari niyat kharab

hai. Scene ban jata is liye maine socha

chalokhud hi handlekar letihun,kafi bheed

hai yeh dekh kar dari nahi. Phir dheeredheere samjhi ke , tumhari language mein,

koi panga nahihai.

ANS: wow. Upar wale ne shakl thodi

behtar di hoti to shayed shuruati impression

different hota.

Anyway nimbusnomadic.blogspot mera

blog hai, uspe kuchh kuchh likhta hun.

Tabiyathogito padhiyega.

NK: main aage tumse koi baat nahi karne

wali. Tumne hi decidekiyahai.

ANS: I know. Who is telling you to talk to

me..justvisit thewebpage if you feelso. I am


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doing marketing for my composition. Is my

message conveyed clearly?

NK:yes yes . I got it.

ANS: I know you will not remember a letter

of the web address. Had I been a salesman

instead of an engineer I would have been a

very assertiveone. Write itdown somewhere.

NK:bolo

[She opened her cellphone and waited whilelooking me. I spelled the web addressand she

saved it.]

It was 17:10, and I was internally setting

myselfup to depart.

ANS: Mrs. Khanum, I will treasure this

conversation, every minute of it. You dont

know how it has served me as a life saving

drug.

NK:hmm.. ja rahe ho.?

ANS: Haan ji, aap kahen to shreeman ji ke


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aane tak ruk jaun. Bas train daud ke pakadni

hogi.

[We both laughed for the last time there, Ipicked up my bag and mounted iton myback.

We leftthe caf together.]

ANS:phirkahinmileto baatkarnihaikya?

NK: Bore hote hue mile to sochungi. [She

smiled ...Ireturned]

I extended my palm to be hit in reciprocation,She did it.

NK:Thanx for your coffee. Bahot gandithi.

ANS:taste yaad rahega

madam!Chaltahun. ALLAH HAFIZ.

NK: ALLAH HAFIZ


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I turned away from her and started to walk. I

had barely gone 50 mtr. And it felt that she

had followed me to some distance. I turned tosee her. She was gone in the crowd, nowhere

to be located. I even strained to the place

where I lefther but she was not there. It was

like a child losing a white and round pebble

which he had picked from sea side sand. In

desperation I wavedmy hand in her direction tobid adieu to the air there and a hand popped

out of the crowd that waved to me.

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This text in red is solely and intentionaly

writtenforMrs.NazeefKhanum, ifthiswebpageever faces her.

This is an apology for featuring and

describing you without your approval in my

writing. I am completely aware of the

chances of mayhem itmay create in your life

and have chosen my words which looked

suitable to me.I thought of changing your

name here but the essence seemed

vaporizing.If anythingdeemsunfit to you for

public reading I would be glad if youbring it

tomynotice.

SORRY

I thankyou tohavesuchanenchantingchatwithme.

NimbusNomadic

a happy yore

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