Last week was Mintu- Shintu, this week it was Lovely –
Shovely. Where did Bhaiya churn out these cartoons she thought? Agreed, he was
a businessman with a fleet of 100 trucks, he had the entire UP under his sway.
Even the CM Yadav who had a foot in his mouth perpetually asked him to arrange
trucks for the transportation of grains etc. all over the largest state that
could have ben a country by its own.
And, she was not even given the courtesy of knowing
any details just a SMS from a friend who worked in the bank where janaab had
his account; where his Mummy ji had mentioned to all sundry about their plans.
They were an old agricultural family, Punjabis who had
displaced to UP looking for progress, prosperity, who were Sikhs in every way
but now spoke Hindi. She was more at ease with Hindi, and the romance of Urdu.
The utter sophistication, the ‘adaab” of Urdu, the poetry, fine arts swayed her
more than Gurumukhi.
Her village was currently famous for two things, rape
and more rape of minor girls and then hung for all sundry to view. She was
ashamed, horrified and had warned her friend who lived in Lucknow to be careful
for her two young daughters. It was a fashion now to send kids to summer
school; no one had bothered with that before. Who wanted to learn about
painting or theatre anyway? The rampant disorder of crime had left everyone
shocked and stunned.
Shaking herself
back, to the present she didn’t know how to sidestep this particular problem.
Even trying to Facebook him had just shown a cover
photo of trucks and a handle bar moustache at the profile picture. What was she
supposed to do, swing at the handlebar mooch? Oh, why did she have to go
through all this?
Braving the histrionics, and thinking about doing the
chai samosa ghisa pita routine once more made her cringe. She used to laugh at
girls who did this and had always thought she would escape this routine and
would be swept away by the knight in shining armor. But, that was not the case.
All that love was for the books she read!
Thinking of wearing her brightest orange with her
tightest pajama just like Sadhana and her hair all straight, plus remembering
what Rashmi had told her to side sweep her hair to distract the glasses she
wore. Every woman was a woman and she had her vain side.
The bell rand, and Choti went to open the door, and
she started fumbling and made loud noises and ushered them to the drawing room.
They had come early. No open hair, just the normal bun and she was ready. She couldn’t even iron her kurta; it would be
what she wore, and no careful application of kajal. It was what you see is what
you get, no artificial packaging.
When she entered the room after 20 mts of preening in
front of the mirror and trying to look presentable; she was taken a back. The
Lovely shovely was decent looking, the handle bar mooch was so reminiscent of Shikhar
Dhawan. The beard was cut properly, clothes were keeping in with the times, the
pink linen was pass, the jeans were decent and the essential chain, bracelet
was missing. Where was the flashy phone that was so the ‘identity to name fame
and claim ‘?
She sat down on the edge and looked at his mother.
For once her being educated and being Ms. Know it all
had her fumbled. She needed her gang to help her. Lovley ji, looked at her and
cleared his throat and spoke in perfect Urdu and asked her where had she done
her law degree from ?
To be continued…
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