11:40 Ki Last Metro

Unlike usual it was a hectic day in my office. Since it was the last day of month so I had to close all loan disbursal files. 11 pm, when I finished my work and Mr Sanjeev Aggarwal my boss came to me.

“Come with me, I’ll drop you home” he said.

“Okay” I said and turned off my computer and took out one helmet from lowest drawer.

I was working in Kotak Mahindra as a branch sales coordinator in Personnel loan department at Kingsway Camp branch. Whenever I got late in office Mr Sanjeev Agarwal used to drop me at Shastri Nagar Metro station just near and walking distance to my place Anand Parbat. It was on his way to his home. I had my own metro worker yellow helmet which he gave me especially for the drop-home-rides.

            It was a huge traffic jam due to a procession of sikh community as it was guruparva when we crossed north campus one of the sexiest place of Delhi and reached Shakti Nagar redlight. Any how we managed to reach Rajauri Garden metro station through some diverted route.

“Vikalp you can get a metro to Jhandewalan from here and from there you can easily get to your place.” He said

“Alright n thanx by the way.”

“No no you need not to say thanks, you are the only coordinator among all branches in Delhi who works till 11 in night so I should say thanks to you.”

“That’s so sweet of you sir but you can also say that may be I am the only one who never finish his work on time that’s why I always work till 11 during month ends.”

“You never take appreciation smart boy. You know what, I have been working in this industry when you were probably enrolling in your high school exams and I have an instinct of identifying talent right from the body language. If this was the case with you, I would have not hired you and the volume of disbursal at Kingsway camp Branch is exactly the double of what all Delhi branches do.”

“No sir, now you are abashing me” I said.

“See again you are doing the same thing. Any way goodnight n see you tomorrow, and do not forget to give me a text from your brother’s cell when you reach home” and he kicked off his bike to Janakpuri, his place. I waved my hand in reply.

 I rushed to the token counter and purchased one for Jhandewalan.

“Hurry up beta or you will miss your last train, it is right there at platform” one CISF officer with shining silver hairs told me. I was wondering why is he working in a job of protecting people when he itself need a nurse to take care of himself. At his age he would have retired twice. I climbed up to the platform like contesting a race with someone the same way as Salman and Shahrukh Khan did in a song in Karan Arjun. But the moment I reached there the train was just passing through my eyes.

11:40 was the time reflecting on the metro clock hanging in the platform when I realized.

“Shit I missed 11:40 KI LAST METRO.” I said to myself.

I came downstairs and dropped the token at metro gate pass. Mr shining-silver-hair gave me a sympathetic look but I replied him with a disappointed smile. I came down from metro station and start looking for a bus.

Since I was never been to that place before so I was unaware of which bus to pick for Anand Parbat. I kept asking conductor of the every next bus if he was going to Anand Parbat or not but every body was going to every single place of Delhi except Anand Parbat. After waiting along for almost half an hour a conductor replied me that he was going to my place. I had around 25 bucks left in my pocket. My BIG B (Elder Brother) used to give me 50 bucks every day for essential expenses like bus fair and daily meal. And I had already wasted 10 Rs for the metro token so now I was left with only 15 bucks but than I purchased a ticket for 7 Rs and finally left with 8 Rs in my pocket. Since it was a blue line bus so people were stuffed inside like a rooster coop and the smell of that cheap desi liquor was all over, I hate that bloody smell. “Sawari apna ang bahar na nikale” was written just above the window which means “passengers are requested not to take out their body parts out (from window)” but somebody scrubbed na and it says “Sawari apna ang bahar nikale”. Any how after a while the conductor informed me about the stand but when I looked around I saw that it was totally unfamiliar place when I asked him that this is not Anand Parbat after deboarding his bus.

“Don’t you know this is another stand of Anand Parbat? Ask anybody and he’ll guide you to your place.” he replied spitting down gutka in the middle of the road. 

          Now it was almost midnight when I was standing in the middle of the road in a totally unfamiliar place of Delhi and didn’t even know how to reach home. Since those were the early days of my struggle in Delhi (However I am still strugglingJ) GPS was still to invent in cell phones, I didn’t even had a cell phone. All the PCO’s were gulped by the cheap call rates of private mobile service provider companies so I could not even call my brother or anybody for help.

                        After looking around awhile I saw a group of 3-4 guys chit-chatting by roadside so I went near them and asked if they could help me out. First they didn’t notice me. Then I asked them again.

“Excuse me. Actually I got stuck here and I really don’t know how to reach Anand Parbat, if anybody can please help me out.’

            “Just wait for 5 five minutes, me too going there, will guide you”

One of them replied me with his half opened eyes.

And after 5 minutes when his friends left for their own homes, he came to me and put his hands across my shoulders and asked “where do you stay?”

“Its Gali no 9 near CNG filling station” I replied.

 “Not too far from hear we just have to cross this foot over Railway Bridge and it’s just the other side of Sarai Rohilla Railway Station.”

“Is it Sarai Rohilla Railway Station?” I asked him

“Yeah, about 100 meters from here”

  “So how you got stuck here?” He asked and than I explained him the whole story.

He also smelled the same kind of liquor the kind of people in bus was. They all have probably returned from a booze party. He was wearing a check shirt over a plain red T with “MY DAD IS MY ATM” written over it and blue denim with simple puma flotter. Had a diamond ring in his middle finger, few inches taller than me and his entire organic structure was exactly like Ishant Sharma (Pacer of Indian cricket team).

“Engaged?” I asked.

“No.”

“Why did you ask that?”

“The diamond ring”

“No, My girlfriend gifted me” he replied.

I was wondering that the diamond ring was something which is supposed to gift to girls from guys. Lucky bastard.

“Seems like a student?” I asked.

“Naah …. Just quite studying”

“Why so?”

“Some family obligations….mmm…. actually its none of your business.” He replied with completely different look this time

“No no its okay… Even I didn’t like to know. Just thinking of starting a conversation” I replied trying to recover the damage.

“Look, I am sorry. I am really sorry. Actually I do not like to open up to anybody so early” He said.

“Its okay. By the way I am Vikalp”

“Sidharth, or call me Sid.”

“So Sidharth.. I mean Sid how come you here in midnight?” shot another shamelessly.

“Actually we just returned from a booze party” he replied and then I realized that I got him.

So we both were started talking about ourselves while I was noticing the life beside a railway station.

I tell you there is a whole world of another human species used to live beside a railway station in every city of India. Women were fighting for water in midnight on a public tap barely high enough from ground to put a normal bucket down it. Even I have seen that kind of riots over water in my hometown as well but not at least in sleeping hours. Open public toilets without urinals and flush with fumes of highly concentrated anhydrous ammonia. Empty condom vending machines hanging outside with their mouth wide open since from the time they all were first installed. People were watching old movies of Amitabh and Mithun within their tent homes. Some homeless immigrants sleeping by footpath like dead bodies.  

                        Suddenly I heard footstep of 2-3 men following us from behind and when I turned back all of them quickly turned to a narrow street to their right. Sid stopped right there with a sudden excitement in his eyes.

“What was that?” I asked him.

“Nothing” he said.

“Okay…. I need you to stay here, I am coming back in a while” he told me and handed over his diamond ring to me.

“But why you telling me to stay here? What am I supposed to do with this ring? And where the hell are you going? Who are these people?” I suddenly threw a lot of questions.

“You just stay here. Give it back to me when I come back.. okay” and he got in the same narrow street.

After a while when he didn’t came back I tried to locate him with the corner of my eyes than I saw. Two men were sitting inside an auto and three were standing outside one of them had a physique like a Gym trainer and tattoo of lord Shiva on the back of his neck and now I can easily listen their conversation too.

“So where is the stuff?” Sid asked the men in the auto and that man took out a transparent packet with some grass like thing in it. At first I didn’t get what that grass like thing was but suddenly I realized that it was not just grass. It was MARIJUANA (ganja). Fuck, this guy is fucking charsi. It reminds me one of Robert De Nero’s dialogue from Taxi Driver that ‘All animals come out in night.’

“Got the money?” the man with curved mustache in the auto asked Sid.

“Actually I will pay all your balance. Just gimme some time” Sid replied but that south Indian actor looking like guy snatched back that packet from him.

“You are not paying us almost from 2 months behenchod. And now we know how to deal with you. ”

“Takeout his cloths, teach a lesson to this fucking bastard.” The tattoo guy ordered everybody from outside and took out a knife from his shoes. The other one was unzipping his pant.

I was almost pissed off in my pants the moment he put that knife to his neck. I didn’t know what to do. I cursed myself for asking his help. I didn’t want myself to put in to that mess.

Suddenly one of them pointed me out there and asked with his friends “Who is this?”

“I think he is with him, catch him too.”

I don’t know what happened to me but the moment I heard that voice I just collected all my stamina and started running like Hussain Bolt but soon I realized that I can’t beat a gym trainer just by running so I took a left turn in a muddy narrow street and hide myself behind a closed tea stall. He came behind me, ran after that stall, looked around. I was still sitting behind the stall holding my breath. He sniffed like a snoop dog for a while but then went back but I still not had enough courage to come out of that place. I took another ten minutes there sitting against the wall behind the stall recitingHanuman Chalisa in my mind. I got out from that place when silence got all over, Looked around and realized that it is safe now to escape. I quickly ran over to the foot over railway bridge and went down the station. 14:30 was the time on the station clock. I washed my face from the public sink of station and thanked Lord Hanuman for saving my ass. I reached my pocket for handkerchief when I got that diamond ring which Sid gave me before going to buy that grass.

            I took out that ring, held out in my hand. I was confused what to do with the ring. Should I keep it with me? I can easily buy an N series mobile the one which is widely used for watching porn and clicking photos and forget about that fucking bastard and that charsi quite deserve to be in this situation anyway. He was the one for which I could have been ended up being either gang raped or giving blowjob to that south Indian actor looking man.

“Did you like my gift” a girl standing behind me asking her boyfriend over phone.

“No no I didn’t borrow from anybody. In fact I was saving some money from my salary” she answered the question from the other side which I couldn’t listen.

And then I thought at first he was the one who was ready to help me, second he trusted me enough to hand over that costly thing, and last but not the least it was a present of love which was given by her girlfriend and I have no right to get a cell phone for watching porn by reselling it.  

            There were two RPF constables sitting there. I explained them whole story.

First they sent a message to the PCR through the wireless and sent a constable with me to that place.  

“Don’t worry the PCR will be there even before u reach. We have a chowki just near to that place. ” One of them said.

By the time I reached there all of them were already caught by police and parceled to the Karol Bagh Police station. Sid was standing there answering some formal questions to the inspector. He hugged me tightly and said

“Thank you yaar…”

I returned his ring and then he again thanked me.

“Bus kar pagle ab rulayega kya” I said.

“And yes do not buy GRASS again, otherwise you’ll lose your girlfriend and ring both.” I whispered in his year.

MY FIRST CRUSH

Whenever the word first crush comes in mind everybody wish to get back to his flash back. Most of the people in school times and some bookworm and geek type moron in to college times or probably don’t even know the meaning of first crush coz all the time they were busy just in calculating values of x and y and almost ignored the real values of their own hormones. 

                                    So my first crush ….when I was in 4th standard and she was in 3rd means 1 class junior (doesn’t matter).  At that time my school was preparing for the annual function and some cultural events were going to happen and since my mom was teacher there, she always wanted to make her own son rock everywhere and I tell you somewhere down the line I was also enjoying being a dancing star among my fellow classmates and than one day she told me that you have to perform on some Govinda song (Main to raste se ja raha tha of Hero no 1) and we will look for some nice dance partner as well and you have to rock the stage this time so that at least every single people in this town get to know about my son that he is a real dancing maven.

                        So I don’t know what was their procedure or when but they chose her as my partner and when I first saw her ……she was looking for some 50 paise coin under the table having one hand totally covered with chocolate-converted-to-syrup, her hairs covered almost her forehead and then I helped her to find it and gave back to her.

                        On the first day of the rehearsal I just can’t stop my self looking at her like some santrowala looking inside BMW (when she was not looking at me) so till the time they were individually teaching us about the steps and expression it was all fine but from the day when we have to start doing it all together, I was started getting lil nervous not coz I was scared of her but I don’t know there was something in that girl that I used to get statue whenever she look at me and we never talked to each other even a single word. Teachers tried their hard to get us mingle but it was like my tongue get to stuck inside whenever she saw me and than one day I was too nervous to face her and hide my self in curtain and started crying. My mom came and asked me what happened and than I told her no mummy I am not going to perform with her, I can do anything individually and at the same time she was keep on dancing, first on her steps and than she looked back if I am coming back or not but than she realized that this coward cretin not going to make it so she started doing my steps as well and all my classmates were laughing badly outside and saying ….see this guy…..ek ladki se itna darr raha hai dekho.

                                                Next day my mom went to her place just to discuss about the dress, fees and all,….(ohh yes her mom n mine are very good family friend) meanwhile my eyes started googling her than I found her playing chor sipahi with some neighbor kids and her mom also told me to join her and I started playing but we were still not talking and when I got my turn to become sipahi I saw her very closed to myself so I touched her back to make her sipahi but just the moment I touched her back just below the neck and when she turned back, our eyes get contacted n everything got paused just for the 5 seconds but it was the MOMENT, and those eyes were saying something not about that fear factor of dancing with her, not about our silence filled up conversations, not about becoming sipahi even but it was something else I don’t know what but still fresh in my mind and I will never ever forget that moment in my whole life. However it was just the no-physical-touch-eye-contact type moment but it was worth more than thousands of hugs, millions of kisses and trillions of fireflies under the dark sky.

                        After two three days of this tears-filled-up-drama and the eye-contact session I collected my courage and started doing rehearsal again and we have started to make performance more chemistry filled up and like always we were still not talking to each other and the time when we finally performed on the annual day it was super rocking performance of the day. People were applauding and whistling all over and off course it was the Govinda’s song and he was like Hrithik Roshan of that time.

That’s all about my FIRST CRUSH ….how and what about yours??????

Constitution of Indian voters

Isn’t it strange that even if we have immense crowd during Aanna’s dharnas and protests around the whole country and a huge support from social media and other means too but we are still not be able to construct a govt worth of anything other than sucking our own blood!! So the point is where the hell loophole is. Yes there are some incidents like booth capturing, fake voting and all but still this is not what all responsible to make such a debased leadership.

Let me share u an incident my father told me about why my family was and still strong “Congressian”.           

There was a time when i was a kid and that was the election time. The white dressed devils can be seen anywhere even in the slums and Harijan Basti and some of the leaders of congress including Salman Khurshid came to my parental village for campaigning. They stayed at my grandfathers place overnight coz he was the sarpanch and the landlord of his time (but right now his own  grandson letting himself fucked in bloody BPO’s) of the village and had a command over the village even on the cattle and grasshoppers so they all were there just to have an assurance from my grandfather that they will convince everybody to vote for him and off course my grandpa agreed and every single human being in my village even if he was registered in the voting list or not voted for the congress> Salman won the big time and since then my whole family became congressian no matter how they people harassing our own countrymen by depriving us even for the two time meal and feel proud to mention everybody that Salman Khurshid stayed at my place and show them the picture with my grandpa sitting with him putting his hand across on my grandpa’s shoulder along with two starving child having nothing on their deep black body with swellled stomach seems like some poster kid of UNICEF standing beside and staring at him if some angel came directly from  heaven to rescue them all from their hunger.

                                    So till the time I was not matured enough to understand a lil bit about politics I was also feeling proud to say that I am congressian and fixing photographs of Rahul Gandhi and Sonia Gandhi on my notebook which was already covered with a newspaper having an ad mentioning the 50 years of our glorious independence with Gandhi ji at one corner.

                                    So this is what I think about a common voter of India think when he gets out from his home to vote for one

• Who is personally very close to them
• Whose flatterer or so called Chamchas are very good friend of them.
• Who personally put his hand on the son or daughter of them.
•  Who offered a govt job to their son. (Not daughter coz in villages people really do not care about thier daughter’s future.)
• Who promised them to give any govt contract with a condition of returning back almost 50% of the profit back to him.
• Who is the leader (or MASEEHA) of their own caste.
• Who distributes free liquor and money before a week of voting.
• Who organized a dance show on their rallies by some bar girls n sexworker directly from Mumbai.

And at last JISKI HAWA CHAL RAHI HO coz nobody likes to waste their vote for an already defeated person during pre-election gossips on tea stalls and pan corners.

And no matter if this person

• Has raped the women of their own caste.
• Has a list of criminal record longer than his own Janm kundali.
• Has nothing to do with any kind of past struggle for social services.
• was Itself involved in communal riots but still talk about minorities benefits. 
• has his own stake in the mafia, drugs and satta business.

At last that person can not be your leader if he has not enough courage to stand between his own countrymen without some commandos having AK 47 in their hands.

  

I am not pointing my finger towards a specific political party or personality it is just an attempt to let u all look in to a commen indian voter's mind with the help of my own petite experience. 

What do you thing before casting your vote.

Class of Kidz

Traveling in Delhi metro is not just traveling. You get a chance to have a close observation of the crowd from different bent of mind and places. Since Delhi is the cocktail of different cultures of India. From red n cold apple type Kasmiris to the sambharwada type south Indians (or from the empire of RAJNIKANT), from Dhokla type business minded golu molu Gujratis to rock n roll latest fashion oriented cool dude & sexy girls from north east India or from the land of boxers n buncers Haryana to the hardworking and sometimes kaamchor economically poor but labour-rich states UP and Bihar.

                        This is something which is clearly visible in adults but have your ever noticed the class of kids. Despite of their own efforts in making it but the kids also got deflected according to their parents. Now this is gonna be something more interesting so I am giving you some examples what I have noticed during traveling.

                        There was one sardar along with his cute red-white skinned son was sitting beside me and a GK II type aunty with her well mannered and full of etiquettes English speaking son was sitting just opposite to me. A little narrow eyed pale white skinned kid with colorful clothing and probably Chinese shoes and his Jackie Chan look alike father was standing by the gates. A  sambhar wadakid wearing simple pant shirt with his lungi wrapped father was standing beside the pole and than I saw just opposite to the opening side of the gates in the empty area a roadside living labor husband-wife with their son wearing only underwear were sitting on the floor. All kids were just around or below 5 years.

                                    I boarded the metro from Shadipur station and took out a novel to read coz only this is a best way to utilize your time in metro. Everybody was quiet till Kirti Nagar but when it crossed Moti Nagar station suddenly the street kid broke the silence. He got up from the floor and started playing with the pole but still nobody was interested in him. After a while getting bored from his pole dance he started reciting some song in his totli tongue and I was not getting a single word of it. Now the GK II kid was flipping through some cartoon book which drawn a lil attention of that street kid so he was also trying to look in to that book and that GK II kid also let him till the time her mom was busy in covering her smoke-caused slightly gray lips to deep red with some branded lipstick but the moment his mom saw that her kid was sharing his book with some street kid, she whispered something to her son and he closed the book. Now I don’t know what happened to him but he slapped the GK II kid, and trust me I was going to burst in to laughter but any how managed to get back to my book like I didn’t see anything but everybody there was astonished. The sambhar wada kid whose mouth was totally stuffed with awalakki (south Indian snacks processed from rice) stopped chewing it. GK II aunty pushed him back and the street mother pulled her son and slapped him on back and warned him to sit with her and told not to misbehave like this. His father joined his both hands towards GK II aunty and said “bahanji maaf kar dena bachha hai abhi” but that kid was still throwing his I-dnt-care look towards GK II aunty. An uncle standing in front of me said “Battameej hai sala…jaise amma baap vaisi aulad” I don’t know who asked for his suggestion but I just replied him with a fake smile.  

                        Apart from me, there was one college girl also witnessing the whole incident and watching that street kid with smile. She took out a toffee from her bag and offered it to that street kid and he quickly grabbed it without even granting a permission from his parents. After a lil struggle to unwrap it he was relaxing and enjoying the flavor of it just like in the ad of 5 star chocolate but unfortunately it was slipped from his mouth and fell down to the floor. Her mother picked up that toffee and I thought that she’ll throw it away so that he can not get it again but she rubbed it with her dingy saree and gave back to him. And that was something like a REAL MOTHER who had no money to purchase a new toffee but did not want to miss a chance of lil happiness for her son. She pulled him close and started kissing him but he was still busy in getting feel of that toffee.

Watching that motherly love reminded me of my mom whom I’m missing here badly. I still remember when I watched “Wake up sid” with my friend Nirav and the tears were started rolling down from both of us in a scene when ranbir was taking pics of konkona’s neighbor and her son.

                        Now the Chinese-products-equipped kid was totally unaware of the whole drama and not even interested in to it, kept himself busy in playing some fighting game in his dad’s tab. Though the Sardar’s son was noticing everything with his swelled eyes but did not involved himself in any mess and all the time was busy in listening the song “AMPLIFIER ” from his dad’s phone. The sambhar wada kid was wondering like if he was in some other country and the GK II kid was sitting with her mom still frightened.

                        That street kid had nothing to engage himself busy or enjoy with but still he was the only one jumping around the whole compartment and seems the happiest one. I tell you they have their own rules of enjoying. Unlike playstation or cartoon book they have their own set of toys like rolling down recycled bicycle tire, running after biddies, playing with marbles, kissing and playing with street puppies unaware of getting affected with any kind of virus.                             

  These cute innocent kids were just playing their part and did not aware of the fact that just in five years they all 've got a class too. I opened my book from Kirti Nagat and did not read even a single word of it till Uttam Nagar so I closed it coz sometimes watching playing innocent kids is worth of more than reading a book or even Gita and Koran.    

UFF TERI ADA VS BEING HUMAN PROSTITUTE

Disclaimer: Some of the content of this article is adult and not appropriate for SIDHE SADHE type people moreover all character and places in this story are purely real (only names are fictitious) and there is no chance of any resemblance and coincidence coz it merely happened with anybody.

          It was an occasion of our office party. We all decided to go for a disc coz  only this is a place where one can take a break, drink, dance and forget about any kind of stress, gloominess and can enter in to a whole new world of fantasy.

            Initially we were talking to some above average class discs but they wanted a sex ratio of 3:1. I don’t know what algorithm is behind to calculate this ratio but we didn’t have such ratio. I wish if HR get to know about it so that we will not get rejected next time. Anyway after getting rejected from above average class discs just for not having enough girls to make their bar colorful we have decided to go for the cheapest average class disc and fortunately the whole plan got fixed.

                                   When I entered to the bar after getting stamped on the back of hand (I still remember when I visited an animal husbandry once and got to know that before registering a new bull they get to stamped on their back), I‘ve decided to take a quick look of the entire area. There was nothing like single colorful wallpaper on the walls, the whole area was painted with a plain light pink color. No stools on the bartender counter and the display area where the bottles were showcased was a little better than a shaving cream showcase of some menz saloon from jahangirpuri or nangloi. Couches were okay and just above them there was a string of jhilmil diwali type light in the main sitting area and yes the most interesting ……there were some black and white portraits of Pamela Anderson and some less known or probably unknown white skinned ladies with negligible clothing and oversized boobs.

                                    After having some photo session and puffs of cigarette we started drink, I took kingfisher (ledger) beer like always and all other with me Antiquity whisky. With less than 5% alcohol of the beer getting in to my nerves and getting- louder music, suddenly the DJ changed the song to UFF TERI ADA of Karthik Calling Karthik….. I just closed my eyes made my legs comfortable on the table started fantasizing my self with my girl. You all must be thinking why did I mention this particular song with name in caps. Yes it has a connection with my girl who was never been to mine but still I consider her as my girl. Starters were getting served and the music was transitioning from beautiful hindi songs to dancing Punjabi numbers so nobody can resist themselves for not shaking at least there heads and people like me never, so we all jumped to the dance floor and started dancing like celebrating victory of India over China.

                                                It was the period between 3 and 4 beers when two girls made their presence on the floor other wise the whole bar with only male crowd was looking like some gay club. Both of them started dancing in a corner area. One of them was from northeast (or Chnkey simply) wearing miniskirt and top and other was wearing shorts exactly the size of men underwear and a t shirt with Being Human written exactly over her breasts. Now while these girls were keep on dancing, every single male human eye got seized on them, and it was not much time to realize that these girls were prostitute having connections with the bar owner (probably on the bases of commission) coz the bar tender was offering free beer and the owner itself cigarettes. Now the last sip of the 4th bottle made the presence of 3rd girl and 4th and continued and I was thinking even Salman never thought about getting his merchandise promoted in this way.

                        Now our so called cheapest average class bar situated in the SAMRAT mall also known as a disc hub of Gurgaon was stuffed with 6-7 ready-to-do-anything-for-money type of girls. One of them was totally backless having some laces on her back attached with a piece of cloth for holding some sensitive area of her front. Two of them were looking just like kids below 15 years and didn’t even know how to dance but still trying there hard to get attention of lusty eyes. Everybody was enjoying their presence but still not had enough courage to talk to them, meantime I was feeling exhaust and collapsed on the couch than suddenly the being human girl came n sat just in front of me. While I was just scanning her from top to bottom Gagan, one of my friends came and asked me

“Vikalp what say, should I ask her rate?” releasing the rings of smoke from his mouth.

            The moment I was going to answer him my phone began to ring. It was my friend Niraj so I went out side to attend his call, he too was totally drunk and emptied the whole bottle so I told him we better talk tomorrow and than I saw that some of the girls were shuffling from my disc to the adjacent one without paying anything on the counter and not even getting stamped so now I was more sure that these girls are real prostitutes.      

                   However I’ve been to places like these a couple of times before as well but it was my first time experience to get a live feed of dancing prostitutes otherwise the only place I’ve seen them in the movies like Chandni Bar n Chameli. Now when I entered again I saw that some of my friends were started talking to them placing their hands on their back and lips close to their ears. Gagan again came to me and excitedly told me

 “Vikalp the backless girl has a whole menu card, 500 for dancing, 1000 for kissing and getting your hands inside her piece of cloth, 4500 for making out and being human girl is ready to go and sleep for 5000, do you have a place, we can divide the money”

 “let me think” I replied him closing my eyes.

Now somewhere deep in my heart the song “Uff teri ada” was started playing again and at the same time the smiling being human- prostitute was still sitting just in front of me.

         Now let me explain you all that these two phrases “Uff teri ada” and Being Human – prostitute both were representing the two different and most important terms for a guy. While “Uff teri ada” was equivalent to LOVE and Being Human- prostitute to SEX. Sex is a pleasure everybody likes to experience and when it comes without boundation like with prostitutes it is an added advantage and that is a fact while Love is totally different extreme feeling with or without involving sex. But when both of them hits you at the same time it will create a problem to decide. At one hand there was a one sided love and other hand just-one-night-and-forget type sex. I was in dilemma and suddenly something strikes in to my mind and I went close to her and sat just next to her.

                        “what’s your name?” I asked her without even looking towards her so that nobody could guess that I was talking to her but she did not reply. After a while she placed her lips on my ears and asked

“Do you have 5000?” leaving the aroma of her perfume but I did not reply. I took starting sip of the 5th bottle and asked her

“WHAT MAKES YOU SLEEP WITH ANOBODY JUST FOR MONEY?” and started shaking my head like I am enjoying music.

“Just gimme 5000 and I will answer all your questions” she replied combing her shining brown polished hairs with her fingers. May be it was a wrong question at a wrong place and time to a wrong person.

                               My team coach Vatsal was watching me all the time from the dance floor and came to me and said “Vikalp why don’t we go and have some dinner”. I totally understand that he is a well wisher and a very good friend of mine and just wanted to get me out of that mess and might be thinking that I was asking her rate. But I did not explain him anything about my love and sex dilemma and got up from there and started having dinner with him. My mind was working faster than anytime just like intel core 2 duo processor and the slideshow of “Uff teri ada” moments and being human girl was started flipping in front of my eyes quickly but at last the soul inside me forced me to go with “Uff teri ada” and I decided to go with my soul finally.

                     Suddenly the song changed to “tu jane na remix” and I just grabbed my bottle and ran to the floor along with all my fellow diljale friends and started shouting

“ milke bhi hum na mile tumse na jane kyu …meelon ke hain fasle tumse na jane kyu….” And get lost in the essence of that song until the bouncer came and said “sir no drink on the floor please” so I returned to the bartender counter and noticed those kids like girls that there was still an innocence left in their eyes so from now on I was not enjoying the music, drinks and not even the presence of those prostitutes. I was just feeling pity for all of them but there were some of my colleagues who chose some miscellaneous items from the menu card of that back less girl and spent their money on that.

                        I don’t know what exactly was compelling them all in this business- easy money, some strong financial needs at their home or just fun. May be they all were also like to have no-boundation-sex like we guys do and when it is coming with money as well than who will say no. Most of them were speaking very well English and can make their career in any industry and with the kind of looks and self marketing skills they can easily grow as well. But at the end of the day on the bed I closed my eyes grabbed pillow and before going to sleep I was still thinking about the whole incident and feeling happy and proud as well for not making myself Being Human.

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