Sir Ji .... Bansuri Wale...

Sir Ji .... Bansuri Wale...

As the sun sets... there are always few hopes and expectations that sets down 

Hello ... friends I am back with a new fresh topic to be discussed ... One thing I would like to enlighten to your notice is that from now onward I would write in a language that would connect me to large masses ... means I would use English .. Hindi... or a cocktail of both the languages... You would have already encountered with my blogs in pure English and pure Hindi... now presenting you my first blog in the cocktail of these two world wide languages.. some of you would find it stupid or cracked nuts but believe me you would certainly find it interesting and continue your support as you have given me so far... we can call it Hinglish.. As from the title you certainlty guess its gonna be a lethal combination of Hindi and English.. SIR ... gives us a glimpse of English and the JI adds an Indian flavour to it... and yes Bansuri wale ... is a pure use of hindi... So are you ready with Sir Ji .... Bansuri Wale...

Let’s go back to a period when we had these kinda people .. mainly street hawkers selling the toys of mud ... balloons ... especially of helium gas... areyy wo jo hawa mein udte the.. main to bahut bada deewana tha unka... wo tabhi jyada dekhne ko milte the jab independence day ho ya republic day.. I mean on sorts of national festivals.. balloons with tricolors in them... mein jab school se aata tha tab ghar ke raaste mein hi wo khada rehta tha.. Balloon man ... Tab ek rupees mein ek balloons aata tha wo bhi apni choice ke color ka.. but I never used to argue about colors jo, jo mila use le leta... but I loved red color.. the color of love.. phir usi balloon ko wo jo sewing ka dhagaa hota hai naa.. Moon or vardhaman ... apne bhi use kiya hoga kabhi na kabhi ..usme baandh ke udata  tha... sochta tha kahi wo bhi patang ki tarah udega.. par us samay tak.. PHYSICS ka P bhi nahi aata tha na... nahi to aisi bewkoofi kabhi nahi karta... The balloon never reached the heights of my expectations...  It used to hover in the sky after reaching a certain limit...At that point of time I always thought of the reason behind it.. sochta tha ki gubbare ki hawa kam ho gai hogi.. But it used to happen with each and every balloon of mine... tab ye pata nahi tha ke it was in equilibrium with the weight of thread... tab to ye soch bhi nahi sakta tha ke dhaage ka bhi weight hota hoga... Thanks to Physics for making me learn the fact ... par kuch jyada hi late ho gaya yaar... 11^th mein jaake pata chala... takreeban  9 saal lag gaye ye sab sikhte sikhte... Nevertheless .. it’s not too late to learn anything... Saal bit-te gae gubbara 2 rupees ka hua... 5 rupees ka hua.. and finally it vanished like the humanity that is now vanishing in humans at a very fast rate... may I say at an instantaneous and spontaneous rate... like in the Chemical Kinetics you must have studied fucking out your asses whole night ... just the last night before the exams...

Let’s move to the main topic of our concern... Sir Ji .... Bansuri Wale...  Who is Sir Ji ???? And that too Bansuri Wale... isn’t that sounds strange ??? You must be thinking that it must be a person with different kinds of flutes in his bag and whistling the sounds of new movies songs .. and humming the song ... Kyon ki tum hi ho..Meri zindagi ... meri aashiqui.. and when asked “ Kyun miyaan aaj to romantic mood mein dikh rahe ho.. jyada baansuriya bik gayi kya ??” then he would reply in a very low and a serious kinda tone ... “Kuch nahi... bas yunhi...” We would be like .. our mouth open wide and stood still like a statue for a while... Bloody filmy Bansuri wala... hahaha... aee don’t laugh... not to make mockery... par hum jo sochenge wahi likha hai... it can’t change on that note...

Miyaan guess to aap sab ka bhi fail ho gaya.. he is not the man who actually sells the Bansuri... he is the person who plays the melodies and tunes and perhaps hymns of life and its agonies.. wo ek banda jo jindagi ki dhun ko bansuri mein utaar deta ho.. hatsoff to that man... He is a WATCHMAN...

Wo ek kahani yaad aati hai kya aapko.. jo shayad hum sabne 9^th ya 10^th mein padhi hi hogi... COACHMAN ALI and his letter of deep grievances to his daughter MARIAM.. khuda kasam yaar ... uss samay bhi mein ro hi gaya tha... and aaj bhi jab sochta hun uske bare mein to aankhon se pani apne apne nikal hi jata hai..  Bloody senty asshole ... You would not have such sentiments or you must not have cried your heart loud at that stage when you were in 9^th or in 10^th class... but I use to cry a lot and lot and used to think about ... what would have happened to Mariam ??? and the postmaster LaxmiKant... I hope I have written his name correctly... kyunki aaj itne saal baad unke naam ko yaad karne par bhi sirf Laxmi yaad aata hai Kant to maine use kiya hai... Iss kahani mein bhi kisi zamane ke mashhoor shikaari finally apne hi emotions ke hi shikaar ho gaye ... aur uss post-office jo  sheher ke ek kinare mein tha ... waha ke WATCHMAN banke hi reh gaye... nahi wo watchman nahi the .. par jis bande ne apni puri umar apni beti ke khat ko pane ke liye subah ki kadakti thandi mein roz chaar baje jaakar .. post office ke gate par baithkar apni  saari umra kaat di ho ... use aap kya kahenge... WATCHMAN  hi naa... I would request those who haven’t read this story ... must search it on the net and please do read it once... Sunny Leone ki video ko dhundhne ke liye to pura sansar-jahaan ek kar dete ho ... ye to ek  saaf suthari .. emotion se bhari hui kahani hi to hai.... Now the decision rests upon you...I will not force you....

Abhi bhi mein.. meri blog ke watchman par nahi aaya hun... Don’t worry I will introduce to him very shortly... Abhi Delhi mein hun... Delhi mere liye bahut lucky hai... not in any other way... waise bhagwaan ka diya sab kuch hai... par jis ek cheez ki kami meri zindagi mein hamesha rehti thi.. relations.. usse aaj kisi ne pura  kar diya hai... haan kuch galtiyaan ki thi maine.. par janaab galtiyon ki hi balance sheet banaiyega to zindagi ki gaadi to definitely chhut jaegi naa... uska usne bharpur badla liya mujhse.. mujh jaise janwar ko insaan banaya ... wo to yaad hi hoga aapko BEAUTY AND THE BEAST  and King Kong ki last line AND THE BEAST WAS KILLED BY THE BEAUTY  similar to my case .. she changed me .. the way I live ..  the way I think.. My perceptions .. and finally she changed ME... by the way there is a lot of difference between INSANE AND INSAAN.. both are different .. The choice is yours’ which one to choose !!! Usne mujhe rona sikhaya... hansana sikhaya..  she made me what I am today... She is my dav (secret name) .. She is finally back in my life .. wapis phir kabhi nahi jaane ke liye... I love you dav... Delhi aate hi everything just took their right order and everything just followed the stream of time... Happy days are back again ... yeah.. yiiipeeeee...

Delhi mein rehta hun.. Greater Kailash-2 mein...  shayad itna hi kaafi hoga mere bare mein jaanane ke liye... Ghar mein do CAR hai... and ek chota sa BAR bhi hai, ghar mein hi... iss tarah pura CAR-o-BAR hai apna... Bar se yaad aaya ab mein alcoholism chhod chuka hun.. rehab centre join kiya hai...and wo bhi dav ki wajah se hi.. usse ye sab pasand nahi hai... then how could I go against her... Baarish ho rahi hai and its quite romantic weather here... miss you dav.. Muahhhh...Idiot I love you yaar...

You would be thinking that I had just stucked to dav ... but I am not stucked here .. I am discussing her because the WATCHMAN  that I discussed earlier... I mean the main lead of my blog... is the watchman of her society... yeah.. Watchman of my soulmate’s society.. Isn’t that sounds quite good... yeah offcourse it must sound good .. coz after all he is the Watchman of her society...

That day I was talking to her over the phone.. and in amidst of our conversation I heard some kinda tune of flute.. I must say emotional tune... running in the background ... It was just awesome...not threesome ... hahaha just being a little funny over my over-boring blog...naughty America perhaps naughty India... For the first time I thought someone is playing it loud on the home theatre in her neighbourhood... but I can’t stop myself from asking her that what was it ???? And the reply that she gave me .. I was dumbstruck for a while .. she replied seldomly “Koi nahi re... Watchman hai meri society ka..” . Watchman ???? Was she making fun of me..?? I can’t believe my ears for what I heard... How can that man be so melodious... full of life... How the hell is that possible yaar.???? Not even in my worst nightmare.. but for sole condolence I asked her again... she was getting annoyed and replied in a louder tone “Watchmannnnn.....”.. This time I had to believe my ears .. what I heard just now.. From that point of time our conversation had taken a U-turn from the nasty topics of sex ..relationship.. and planning to make out somewhere someday to a topic of mystery that Watchman...

“Kaun hai wo ? Kahan rehte hai wo ??” I asked.

Rehte hai ????? I din’t even remember ki last time maine kab kisiko itni respect se bola tha and that to a watchman naaah.. never...

But I did that ... I gave him due respect .. Because he deserves it yaar..  I personally believe that koi bhi art kisi bhi bande ko tab tak nahi aa sakti jab tak uski soul pure na ho.. man mein koi paap na ho... and most important a pure heart... be its dancing... singing... writing.. anything related to art... He was a great flute player... my innersoul said.. I would like to add a few attributes to my dav... she’s a great dancer and singer... yesterday she was humming that song  “meri aashiqui ab tum hi ho” it was like even Shakira would fail in front of her..I was just mesmerised by her voice ...

Now let’s move over to the watchman

“Yahi rehta hai.. Chota sa cabin hai uska... wahi rehta hai...”

She added

“Aur pata hai wo bahut achha insaan hai.. Bachho ke sath bhi hamesha ..unhe khush karne ki koshish karta hai and is very loyal toward his job...”

“Give a salute to Sir Ji and tell him that I am one of his fan of the melody of his flute...”

I don’t even remember ki shayad hi maine kuch logo ko chhod kar kisi ko Sir Ji kaha ho.. but I said to him Sir Ji .... Bansuri Wale...

I was very emotional at that time .. but my emotions were held by dav.. she told me that she will convey my message to her... that day was the last day I talked about him... from that day onward I never talked about him... Karta bhi kahan se Dav se hi baat band ho gayi thi...!!!!!!! Wo story alag hai.... I will tell next time...

But nevertheless now everything is fine .. so.. I will today discuss about him with my dav... Hope she would also be surprised by the fact that I still remember him... Dav get ready for the shock today...

But friends you would be thinking why the hell I am narrating my melodramatic story to you... the reason is the message behind it.. Shayad hi maine koi blog itna bada likha hoga ...but today I just can’t control myself.. I am letting the words to get typed on the screen of my laptop.. what to do yaar ??? Emotional hun naa.. dil ka sachha hun .. isliye sachhi baat karta hun... Haan to ab conclusion par aa jayen??

O.K. as you wish !!!!!!!!!!!

Aap sabne 8^th ya 9^th mein wo hindi ki kahani to padhi hi hogi “ Poshak”... yaad aaya kuch ???? Mujhe pata hai ki mai pehle bhi ek baar apko aapke bachpan mein le jaa chukka hun .. par baat itni si nahi hai .. doston jo yaadein .. jo emotions hum apne bachpan mein jeete hai.. wo hamesha ke liye hamari apni ho jati hai.. lakh bhag lo .. unse picha nahi chhut-ta hai.. isiliye baar-baar main apko aapke bachpan mein hi le jaata hun.. kya karun aadat se majboor hun naa.... waise bachpan wali dav ko bhi main kabhi bhul nahi paaya hun aaj kareeb 9  saal ho gaye hai.. aaj bhi uski wo ek smile.. meri aankhon mein aansu bankar tairti hai... I love you dav... I was loving you at that time and I am still loving you the same... and will continue to do that ....

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 yaad aaya kuch.. nahi bhi aaya to koi baat nahi hai yaar .. jab hum apni insaaniyat aur bhaavnao ko bhul sakte hai to ye to bahut chhoti cheez hai ... Ye usi Poshak chapter ki ek line hai... Our status is described by our dressing ... I completely deny the fact.. In fact ye un logo ke liye lagu hoti hai jo apne andar ke insaan ko bhul gaye hai .. yaa to kumbh ke mele mein kho aaye hai .... It’s not our dress that judges our status in the society.. All people want is Tags .. Brands...  Maine bhi ek baar yahi bewkoofi ki thi.... Timberland ... naam to suna hi hoga... music band ka naam hai.. unki merchandised Shirt ko maine takreeban dus hazaar main kharida... Ghar aane ke baad bahut socha tha.. phir samajh aaya ki ye dus hazaar kisi jaruratmand ko mil jate to uski life main badal sakta tha ... but being an asshole maine wo nahi kiya ... From that day I promised myself not to play with money ... rather let money change the game of fate of some needy people.. that was a better option for sure... Wo din hai aur aaj ka din... I followed simple living high thinking mantra of life.... I never did extravagance shopping from that day... Shayad yahi reason hai ki main itna simple rehta hun... I go to chandni chowk to have something to eat rather than going to Uber Lounge in G.K. .. Parantha gali... my favourite hot-spot... main kabhi ghar par na miloon to Parantha gali aa jaana ... mai wahi kahi parantha thuste hue mil jaaonga...

For most of the people he was a simple watchman... nothing more or less than that.. but from that day onwards he was no longer just a watchman ... who was striving to earn handful of money.. but he was  a person whom I admired more than anyone... because it’s not your dress that judges your status .. it’s your talent .. your capability that judges your status... We often turn off to help a needy person just by looking that he is on footpath and we are in our SUV’s or we judge them by looking at their clothes ??? But is that a right thing to practise ??? Certainly NOT... Help people ... think beyond Clothes... There is a world where capabilities live ...  dreams live... aur aise log aapke so-called BRANDED CLOTHES ke mohtaaj nahi hai... Wo bhuke hai ek uss najar ke jo in sab cheejo ke paar dekhti ho.. dil ki samvednaao ko samajhti ho.. And I am happy that I learnt the secret to be happy and make people happy around me... thanks to dav ... naa hum baat karte .. naa mujhe Sir ji ke baare mein pataa chalta... And finally thanks Sir Ji .... Bansuri Wale... for  making me what I am ... and changing perception about the people... and helping me to think beyond Tag’s , Brands, and status......

Bhai itna sab bak-bak likh diya hai... ek vodka ki bottle laao re..... ;-) .... mazaak kar raha hun.... sudhar gaya hun yaar.... waise sudharne ki khusi mein ek vodka ka kya khayal hai ??????????????? ;-) J