Ram Avadh was a paan shop owner. His shop was the epicenter of the hustle bustle of all intellectual talks pertaining to the street, city, and the country. He had a family of three including him. His wife and his 6 years old son completed his world.
Many people used to come to his small but busy shop that he used to
manage with a minion named Tirlochan,
who was from his village and had come to the city in search of satisfying his
fondness for watching new Bollywood movies every Friday. He was a sucker for hindi film magazines also because it had
steamy pictures of movie heroines.
Moving on,Ram Avadh was not that highly educated,
he could complete the education only till class sixth and that too can’t be
said as completed because he flunked in the annual exams three times on the
trot so he said good bye to the studies after the third and last attempt. After
that, he joined a small gang from his village that used to steal hens and goats
in and around the village. One time he got caught while in the act and the police
beat him black and blue.
After that
he said good bye to the gang also, though they pressurized him to come and rejoin
the gang he declined the offer. Fearing any backlash from the gang, his father
decided to send him to his cousin (brother) who was an auto rickshaw driver in
the city. This was where he developed a liking for paan and with the help of his uncle he opened a paan shop. Now he was well settled in
the business.
Ram Avadh wanted to make his only son an engineer.
But the govt. school, where he went to, considered his son a weak student at
numbers. He wanted to change this situation of his son. He would like him to be
a number cruncher. There was one person, who was a teacher at a coaching institute
for engineering and medical preparations, who used to frequent his shop for
having cigarette puffs.
One day,Ram Avadh decided to ask him questions
about engineering : “How one can become an injineer saar? I have heard that you
make injineers in your askool.”
“Well we
prepare them for engineering examinations and can proudly say that our students
have done marvelously well in entrance exams.”
“Intrance
igjams? Bhaat iz entrance igjams…you mean you doesn’t make injineers …you only
prepare them for intrance igjams?” asked puzzled Ram
Avadh crushing on paan leaves
under his stony dentures.
“Look Ram Avadh, entrance exams are like doors
that open the world of engineering schools…if you pass the exam you will get
admission in the engineering schools,” explained the teacher.
“Bhaat is
the prize of preparation saar?” asked Ram
Avadh.
“Price… you
mean fees, the fee ranges from 1 lakh to 1.5 lakhs depending on the courses
students choose.”
“1.5 lakh!
Oh my gode… if only you prepare for injineering igjaams, then bhaat do askools do in so many
years( from class one to class twelve) that a chaaild is at the askool… I have
heard that they also charge heavy amount for studies… is it not their
responsibility to prepare a chaaild for ingineering intrance igjams?”
The teacher
got startled at the innocent but pricking question from the nincompoop and innocuous
looking person. In the meanwhile, another customer came and Ram Avadh got busy with him and the
teacher got a chance to escape the embarrassing situation of answering the
innocent but thought provoking questions of the Paanwallah.
Amid the
catering and serving to the customers, Ram
Avadh kept searching for ways to increase the mental ability of his son. Someone
told him about a newspaper advertisement in which a doctor had claimed to make
brain of a child sharp given he/she is under 10 years of age. For more details
the address was given to be visited. Ram
Avadh decided to go to the place and meet the doctor. The place was away from
the city. So, he assigned the responsibility of the shop to Tirlochan and took one day of time off
from his business.
He took his
wife and his son with him to the journey in pursuit of a brilliant brain. His
wife Phoolmani was from his neighboring
village and was as docile as expected. She followed her husband to a tee. After
going to 50 Kilometers by bus they had to walk on foot for another 2
kilometers. They saw fruit born trees, translucent pond, and a Devi temple on the hill through their
journey to their destination.
His wife and
his child were enjoying the scenic beauty through and through. Since he
considered his wife innocent in the ways of the world and many a times had
called her a ‘Phoolis ledi’, was happy to see that amid the strong wind she had
managed to keep her pallu clinging to
her head.
Savoring the
beauty of nature, he reached the destination. There was an imposing building
surrounded by the big trees of teak and Jamun.
There were many SUVs parked outside the gate. There were a handful of well -dressed
parents with their children looking gentlemen and gentlewomen in every right. This
gave a sense of inferiority to Ram Avadh. He had never visited any such place in life where people from upper echelon consisted major part of the crowd. He dithered to enter the main gate of the building but he didn’t want to show
any signs of anxiety on his face either as this would have belittled him in the
eyes of his ‘phoolis ledi’ aka his wife.
So, breathing deeply and summoning some courage he entered the building.
The place had squeaky clean marbles but these he had seen in
Banks and Post Offices too, so these didn’t intimidate him. Encouraged, he moved to
the reception desk and asked for an appointment with the doctor. The expression
of receptionist was an amalgamation of amusement and surprise to see the
simpleton guys at the place. The simple dressing of Kurta payjama and Sutee Saree were a far cry from snazzy
suits and silk sarees that sahibs and
memsahibs were wearing. They were
sartorially a misfit and this they were being made to feel by the scanning eyes
of other visitors.
After an hour or so their number came.
“Dakter Sahib, my son is beek at maths and numbers…I have heard
that you make barilliant barain, could you paliz make my chaaild’s barain sharp?”
asked Ram Avadh.
“Yes…I can do it but it will take some huge money… what do
you do for a living?” asked the doctor.
“I am a biznessman saar, I have a paan sop,” replied Ram Avadh.
“I think then it will be tough for you to avail our services
financially…I mean such are our charges.”
The reply of the doctor made him feel dejected and he saw in
the eyes of his wife for some consolation.
“Bhaat bood be total cost of making barain sharper saar?”
enquired Ram Avadh.
“Look… since the brain sharpening therapy continues for five
years it costs around 5 lakhs. It means some 8,000 odd rupees per month.”
“8,000 rupeez per month!”
“See, if you could manage at least 7000 per month I can start
the treatment of your child. Look once your child’s brain gets sharper, he will
do great in life, he will make 1 lakh just in a month… he will go to foreign
countries and make big money,“ explained doctor about the bright avenues that
could be awaiting his child.
“Bat, bhaat is the gaaranty that my son will become a good
human being after making money?… I hab heard about rape of booman in India…
bood my son be able to be a man ,after you treatment, who respects a booman, I have also read that sons who make
money, leave their parents for the attraction of foreign land and return only
when their parents have died or reduced to skeleton. I baant a eemosnally and
mentally responsible human being not a eerresponsible money minting masine. ”
The doctor didn’t have any answer to the blunt questions of Phoolmani.
Ram Avadh didn’t expect such intellekchual sentences from the mouth
of his phoolis ledi. For the first
time in life he was in awe of his wife.
They left the room of the doctor after Phoolmani made him mute.
Ram Avadh came out of the building a more
confident man than he was before entering it. He was proud of his wife. But one
thing that was still bothering him was that from where did his wife knew so
much about the ways of the world?
Though he had a TEE.BHEE at his house but he liked mostly the movie and music channels
and he had never seen his wife watching news channels while he was at home. Anyways,
listening to and watching news channels demanded some sort of intelligence,
that he was sure that his wife lacked severely. He always found her busy
preparing food, washing cloths and making paper bags (thonga) that he had himself introduced his wife to, to earn some
more money in a month.
“How do you know about these things, I have never seen you
baach neuz channels?” asked a puzzled and bit embarrassed (because he used to
think her a phoolis ledi) Ram Avadh.
“ I baach news channels when you are not at home otherwise
you bood hab said that I banted to become kueen bictoria… and I also read the newspapers
that you bring to make paper bags(thonga),
these heinous and filthy accounts are there on everyday basis in Tee.Bhee and newspapers,” replied Phoolmani with utter innocence sans any airs of intellectuality.
The travel to this faraway place had been an enriching experience
and an opportunity for self- exploration for Ram Avadh. He had come here with perception of a ‘phoolis
ledi’ but returning with perception of an ‘eentelijhent ledi’ and a caring mother about his wife. The intelligent
aspect of his wife was quite like unraveling of a mystery for him.
“If a mother is so eentelijhent in the ways of the world…she
bood surely be able to shape a responsible barain…and a responsible barain is
most in the need of our times than a barilliant barain,” ruminated an
enlightened Ram Avadh returning back
to his home. And during the return he didn’t care much if the pallu of his wife slipped from her head.
“Maa, maa….eroplane!” exclaimed the son. “Someday, I bood like to be on that plane maa
with you and papa,” expressed the son.
“Yes sure, we bood be on that plane provided you do all the
hard work…promise me you bood do everything sincerely in your life, be it
studies or sports or music,” demanded Phoolmani.
“Yes,sure maa, I promise,” said son waving ‘Lufthansa plane’ that sowed one more seed in
tender eyes to touch the sky!
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I loved your barilliant barain story. Especially the Hinglish :) Thanks for sharing :) Neeraj
ReplyDeleteThanx Sachin for appreciating the post.
ReplyDeletevery nice neeraj....keep it up
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