Books I lost

I was keen to introduce my nephew and niece to literature and classics. I was happy to find this website called ‘Campfire which make these classics into graphic novels. I bought The Hound of Baskerville, The Count of MonteCristo and Tales of Don Quixote from here. Plus I went about and got quite a few Amar Chitra Katha for them. This all happened over the past period of 6-7 month. I wanted to build up a collection to give it to them whenever we meet next. Plus Plus I’d like to read them before passing them over.

Now here is a sad part.

I place them on a pile next to my bed and let it lie. They must have slipped and fell to the ground. Now my servant mistakes these as junk and – take a guess what she does. Ya. gone.. dumped, sold dunno but gone. WTF. I couldn’t believe all this.

Now I cant entirely blame her. She did such things earlier too but I let it go.

First she took my only Maggi noodle packet and when I reach home that night – no supper. Second she took my new slippers coz I was not using it – even though I told her not too. Third she threw away my only track pants saying it was too faded and for a person who has difficulty finding sizes….

So cant complain about the fourth. Trouble me once shame on you, trouble me twice shame on me.

Long story short, I blasted her and took back my home keys, she left, she came back and I gave her my home keys again…and life goes on.

Finding Pramod…

Pramod is my childhood friend. Now his story is here coz of a special reason. I lost track of him,  twice, over the years and found him both times under exciting circumstances.

Pramod went to Bombay to join the film industry. I traveled all over and was now in Bombay. I had not met him for about 10-12 yrs. I didn’t know how we would meet in this big city. It was New Year eve and I skipped the office party as they were going to Le Meridian paying 3k (what the hell). So I ended up at a local bar at Borivilli and was having a few drinks – alone. There I notice a familiar face – Pramod’s brother. I take Pramod’s address – go and meet him. And this is how I reconnect with P.

The second lost-found incident is even more exciting.

I moved from Bombay to Bangalore and lost contact with Pramod again. I was keen chatter online and – if you don’t mind – I had a female id. and used it to make yedda (fun) of guys online. It had a very old photo of Kiran Rathod, the Tamil actress, with her head down covered by a topi.

One day, while on that id,  I meet this guy from Bombay online and he says he is from the film industry and needs a loan of 20 k to start his movie. To prove that he is from the film industry, I ask him to get me connected to my friend, Pramod. In about 15 min he pings me with Pramod’s contact number. I call him and right there and then reestablish contact. Its another matter that I didn’t give the guy his the money he wanted.

30 March 2013

Red letter day in my life…..

Great Poets

I have talented friends…

Mela Near My Home… 3rd Mar 13

There was this mela near my place and I went there today- the last day. Small one for kids but reminded me of the Exhibition (Numaish) of Hyderabad.

 

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Another Blast in Hyderabad…

In Hyderabad we have our own little Boy. His name is Howla. His father is ambitious to educate Howla. Howla goes to school in Tappa Chabutra. Its principal was educated in Urdu high school and claims that he passed tenth class!

There is a school inspection the next day and the conversation is as follows:
Teacher: Kal inispector ayinga. Kochanaa (questions) puchinga. Sab achaa padkey aau. Koi galath answer deengaa naa tho main uske pairaan thodtoom.

Howla: Kyun aara inispector? Kaam nai hai usku? Kya kochanaa puchta kathey?

Teacher: Abey tereku kaiku re, tu kal school aanaaich nai. Tu tera moo khola to gaaliaan nikaltey. Tereku main absent nai daalthaum. Ghar pe baithkey gotiyaan khel. Tu school aayingaa to inispector ke saamney mere izzat ki biryaani karke khaaingaa tu.

So our Howla is excited, goes home and tells his father that he is not going to school the next day.
Father: Yeah kyaa hai..ischool hai paan ka dabba hai? pair pe maartaun tu ischool nai gaya to.
Howla: Arey Bava, mera teacher bola nakko aao bolke.
Father: Usku akhal hai ? Begum suno! Howla ischool nai jayinga kathey kal. Agar isney ischool nai gaya to kaise padhinga? Howla, agar tu kal ischool nahin gaya naa, tere haathan pairaan thod daaltaum.

So Howla cries and finally agrees to go to school.
Next day in school, Teacher is very upset to see Howla back:
Teacher: Arey . Nakko aao bole to bhi kaiko aaya re ?
Howla: Mera bava sar phodtum bola ischool nai gaya to.
Teacher: offo?! Tera bava bola? Theek hai chal. Last bench pe baith aur inispector aya to chchup jaa. Dikhnaich nai. Kuch bhi gadbad karinga naa meri noukri lag jayingi.

So Howla goes to sit in the last bench hiding behind a tall guy.
Inspector comes for the visit.
Inspector: Adaab.
Teacher: Adaab saab. Bachen acha padrain saab. Kochchanaa puchey to answeraan yun bolte.
Inspector: Abaa? Offo! Ithney kilever hai aapke bachchey? Achchaa, ek bahuth easy sawaal – Hamarey body mein sab se nazook cheez kaun si hai?
Teacher: Arey Imtiyaz tu bata rey!
Imtiyaz: Saab, Khaleja saab.
Inspector: Aisa! ….. woh kyun?
Imtiyaz: Saab, khaleja hai to sab kuch hota. Agar woh gaya naa, kuch bhi nahin hota saab.
Inspector: Abaa, kya tez potta hai rey! Aur koi?
Teacher: Arey Akram, tu bata re.
Akram: Saab bheja saab. Bhejey ku khuch bhi hua to kuch yaad nahin rehta saab. Haathaan pairaan kaam nai karthey, iscooter ku kick bhi nai maar sakthey saab.
Inspector: Abey Teacher, kya kya padaaraa re inku tu. Chutiye ke jaiseich answeraan bolrai naa!!

In the meantime Howla is trying very hard to hide but Inspector sees him. He thinks Howla is hiding because he does not know the answer.
Inspector: Woh last bench pe yun jhuk ke baithaa naa woh pottey ka naam kya hai?
Teacher: kaun saab? ……Woh! (iski aisi tesi kaiku dikhaa re tu) Woh Howla hai saab.
Inspector: Howla? Ye kya naam hai? Kahan-kahan se lagaathey re bhai naamaan! Howla, woh lambu ke peechchey kaiku chchup raa tu?
Howla: Saab main moo khola to teacher maaringi saab.
Inspector: Tereku yaa mereku??
Teacher: Arey kya baath kar reh saab, main kaiku maarthaum aapku. Ye potta ekdam badmaash hai saab, jhoot bolraa. Abey Howla, answer maloom hain to bol nai tho khaamoosh baith jaa mere baap
tere pau padthaum.
Howla: Saab sabse nazook cheez apne body mein Gaand hai saab.
Teacher: Iney moo khola meri gaand lag gayi re!!!
Inspector: Abey kyaa to bhi bolra re! Sharam kar badon ke saamney aisaich baathaan karthey! Yeich sikhaaye tumhaarey amma-bavaa? Gaand kahaan kaa answer hai re?
Howla: Hau saab, gaand ich sabse naazook cheez hai.
Kaiku boletho wahaan pe dilli mein baamb phata …Yahan Hydrabad mein apni gaand phat thi … ..Yahaan old city mein gadbadaan shuru hothey…wahaan new city mein sabki gaand phat thi.
Uttaa kaiku saab, main yeh answer bolraun naa, mere teacher ki gaand phatri dekho!!!!