“Today it is Sunday and market is as calm as graveyard, in spite of this
Ashok bhai is monitoring the cleaning of the room which is to be given on rent!
What has happened dear?” Sankat asked.
“Don’t know exactly dear. Ashok bhai was telling that he had got a call
from ward of some rich man and his son is going to come over here. As he doesn’t
like gathering, some one of Ashok bhai’s friend circle, who is a common friend
of boy’s father and Ashok bhai had given address of this place.”
“Oh, so this is the case. But this cleaning had not been done when we
came for residing over here.”
“You are not rich na. These kinds of sophistications are for rich which
have continued from unknown past. Shagun, abhishek, tika, aarti these are not
much relevant to common people, but there are some traditional followers who
have still stuck to all this in order to get them considered in elite class and
flush money like water for this. Some are such who use things just because they
are from foreign. They may get better things in lesser price but it doesn’t
matter to them because of their passion to be considered in elite class.”
“Yes, yaar you have rightly said this.”
“What hell! IF you are having money and getting good things by spending a
little more why you would not buy that?”
“Your introduction?”
“Paramveer Singh!”
“Where are you basically from?”
“Noida.”
“But you speak in Punjabi accent.”
“So what, I may have Haryanvi accent too, what’s your problem? Is
Punjab-Haryana not in India?”
“Brother I didn’t mean that. I just wanted to confirm are you actually
from Punjab?”
“No dear, I am from Noida itself. My father is Punjabi and mother
Haryanvi.”
Dear friend we were discussing that if thing is really good then spending
on that is not bad, but using things just because they are from other country
and will help them earn some reputation is not good. Isn’t it.”
“Han ji, that’s true.”
Ganpat had awake till now. Rubbing his eyes he came out of his room and
asked, “What happened brother, what discussion is going on?”
“Nothing special, just ...Meet Mr. Paramveer Singh, He is from Noida
& he is Ganpatangi from Gujarat.”
“OH what a pleasure that means I alone have not come from so far, but
please introduce yourselves to dear.”
“I am Sankatmochan Shastri from Mirzapur and he is Madhusudan Das from
Kaushambi.”
“Introducing eachother is fine but let us have some breakfast, it’s
already 8 am.”
“Arre yar, it can’t be done now, it will take at least for half an hour
as tea shops will also open only after 8:30 am.” Ganpat told.
“What do you say Ganpat, according to this it seems to be very sluggish
city.”
“I also feel the same for this particular matter”
“I don’t agree to this dear, it’s better than our places and which
facility is not available over here.” Sanardkat and Madhusudan spoke together.
“Which city provides tea and samosa in just three rupees and we have
heard that Delhi and Noida are twice costlier than this.”Madhusudan told.
“And ever go to university road you will find every kind of books in
book-shops as well as on road-stalls. Even you will get Oxford books and encyclopaedias
selling on the bed-sheets spread out on road, it’s a different matter that they
may be pirated ones or old editions. If they are available to students like us
they are certainly useful.” Sankat spoke.
“Param yar this is right, in fact in my place also things are one and
half times the price over here.”
“Oye fine yar, and never the less I believe none of us is criticizing
this place dear and what I have seen over here yara? Now lest go for tea I am
feeling very hungry yaar.”
“Let me get freshened up, it will take hardly five minutes.” Ganpat told.
“Ok”
When all the four returned after having their breakfast, a lot of time
had passed. It’s normal that when people from different places in India meet
each other a lot of time goes in talking about wellness and presently these
people being totally idle it was a natural thing. Classes have not started yet
so no one bothers about time and all.
Parmveer’s room had been cleaned till now and some one of the same age
group was dusting out in the other room. After asking they came to know that he
is Asgar Ali from Bhopal and he will be residing with them now-onwards.
“It’s so great yar, this place has become mini India. We all are having
different culture and mother tongues; it will be a real fun.”
“Thats fine bhai jaan, but first tell me what do you people do? I mean
you are doing preparation for what?”
“All of us are doing MA from university and preparing for IAS exams.”
“Allah’s promise, then it will be a great time with you people.” And a
smile emerged on every body’s face.
“Classes would not have started yet, have they?”
“No, it will take another week. And after freedom schedule of study has
become from one national flag hoisting to other i.e. 15th August to
26th January. Students have also got free along with teachers.”
“Sankat now let’s stop all the conversation and let them get some rest.”
Ganpat spoke.
“Hmm that’s good suggestion, and they have come from quite far so they
would certainly require rest. Madhsudan supported.”
The days went on like this and it was the day of flag hoisting. Indra,
the God of rains, blessed with sprinkle of tiny drops from the sky. It seemed
as if he would have been released from Meghnad’s prison just now and two drops
of tears would have dropped from his eyes because of excessive happiness. If
God with thousand eyes drops even two tears from each eye, it is sufficient to
make sprinkling. But after Meghnad’s death, neither he is having any pressure
and nor any happiness for release from his confinement. It seems as if seeing
today’s mechanical life his emotions would have dried or in the competition of
prosperity of politicians and business leaders he is not having time to look
towards farmers and poor. His teacher Brihaspati should have made him realise,
butwho listens to teachers now a days. Now days gurus are considered to be
guru-ghantal rather than guru. Don’t know but a proverb says that smoke is only
there where there is some fire.
Well whatever it is, whatever enthusiasm the blood had got by hearing the
patriotic songs started flowing in its normal speed within one-two days. And
the colourless life started being carried out in the same sluggish manner once
again. Neither tiredness nor enthusiasm, neither interest nor disinterest,
don’t know why people carry life as that. Probably they are following ancient
Indian philosophy “karma without aasakti”. But is this snail life a life?
Classes started. The University about which so many things had been heard,
whose uniqueness could be noticed from far, the place where education system
beneath the banyan tree and education with latest scientific labs were being
carried out simultaneously was open to them now. All the five were very happy
and feeling great for this. They felt as if they would have just awakened and
enlightened. As light unfolds slowly and after its firmness darkness becomes
obsolete similarly their determination to achieve goals got strong.
All of them were together once again when light went out in the evening.
Now they have got accustomed to this. In Allahabad students get upset if the
light is not out for 3 hours, as it is synonym of some measure fault or failure
of power for longer hours which will become intolerable for anybody. And one
will study how much. This light out (fixed one) is a type of public
announcement of break of studies for them, in which they may do cooking and
sundry shopping or take some snacks while sipping tea and chatting with friends
regarding up-coming exams or their preparations.
“Yar Paramveer your father is an industrialist then why did you choose to
do MA from place like Allahabad, when you could have easily got admission in
some foreign university in some professional course which would have helped you
to carry forward your father’s business.” Sankat asked.
“You feel so as you are from nearby. My father used to tell that
politicians and industrialists are maternal cousins and both cannot mend
without eachother. So you chose politics as your career. And there is no better
place than this to learn politics, which has given Nehru, Indira, Chandrashekhar,
V. P. Singh etc. as Prime Ministers.”
“And why did you come over here brother?”
“I came in order to fulfil my father’s dreams. He wanted to see me as a
professor or civil servant.”
“What do you say Mdhusudan? What was the reason for you to approach this
place?”
“What to say regarding this? This question is not worth asking for
students in Allahabad. Every student is having administrative officer’s
position in dream over here.”
“It’s amazing, but we did not know this. I also have come with the same
intention.” Ganpat told.
“I had heard that Allahabad is famous for its ‘Ganga-Jamuni’ culture. I
wanted to see this kind of holy place. At least there is some place which gives
feeling of home and believes in ‘live and let live’.” Asgar expressed his
feelings.
“Param bhai have you been named after Paramveer Chakra or what?”
“No dear my grandfather was Sikh so my father was named ‘Veer Singh’. I
am son of Jat mother so mine name being Paramveer is normal. Isn’t it?”
“Bhai jaan, I don’t know much. But my father’s most intelligent friend is
Asgar. I think he would have named me after him so that I also try to earn good
reputation in the society by working hard on my career.”
Everybody was explaining his dream. Dream is also a unique thing. The way
they are imaginary the same way they have potential to be converted into
reality. Doing something without dreams or planning is near impossible. People
say that writers and composers always live in the world of imagination and
dreams. Is life really a long dream which doesn’t come to an end so easily and
it remains imagination till it is faced as present? We shall see dreams and
life-dream very carefully, because without that it is quite difficult find out
the ways. So let everybody be lost in the lovely dreams.
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