Fantastic Free

I’m amazed how we all enjoy the things called free even though we are aware that it’s not free at all, there is always hidden cost. After all no one would run business in loss. It’s so funny to believe in all these Fantastic Free Fundas.

One day such free funda electrified my mind when I realized that I am investing my 4-5 days’ salary on communication media. It was out of my defense budget so I thought let me cover the distance between Jamnagar and Cochin as I really didn’t want to “Karlo Duniya Mutthi Me” and I got the new connection of so called free scheme from Gujarati Managed Business House. Later on network expanded in free to Bhubneswar and even in Jamnagar and sometimes towards Nagpur and finally Cochin got replaced by Port Blair. So I had controlled Whole India in my Cell Phone which covers geographically world’s 16% area so I was Happy that my free ka funda was worth investing. At the sametime my ears must be asking for mercy from me and about which I didn’t care. Finally Service provider had showered their blessings on my ears and said Tathastu to free scheme on very auspicious day of Rakshabandhan, Hayeeeeeee Free ka Bandhan tut gayyyyyyyyya. Yes, one more like this, only at the end of advertise they simply say “Take Care” I don’t understand for what they advise us to take care, from side effects of their highly marketed products?????? Like hair fall in free with purchase of shampoo or fairness in free with cream which contains acids and burns our face hair to shine and we feel yesssssssss I have become fairer. More than this, to create a feeling of Apnapan in free they use desi words like “Apna Khayal Rakhna” from the mouth of videshi models.

This was something market related free scheme but what about in real life. What would one boyfriend get in free along with the new title BoYFriEnD? Let me guesssssssss. Oh so called emotional wordssssssss “Honey I miss you like anything” and some nicknames which he had never expected before, of course how can he expect him to be a Gadha or Popat??? Always his cell phone beeps when he is too busy with his high profile job and when he checks the message all the free words (few words must have been chewed by rats on the way as she always writes in short forms) are written like it has been written in Upnishadas and at this situation he must be feeling like a character of Kalidas’ famous poem MEGHDUT on which clouds pours her soul mate’s (yeaaaaah they can not tolerate each other even for a dinner but they think they are SoUlmAte ) message. Sometimes unnecessarily he has to wish her girlfriend’s friends on their so called special occasions, even if he forgets his friend’s occasions but he can’t of his girlfriend’s…….. And yes if he doesn’t receive her call then ohhhhhhhhhhhh he has to face the world’s greatest script writer’s dialogues from her and I think all prime time serials are using these dialogues in free.

One day I heard two ladies gossiping, one was saying today finally I’m going to tell my bahu “see now it’s enough, you both have taken enough time, now I want to have grand children (mind it well its Plural not singular), before I take last breath I want to play with them (senti + mental sentence along with hope to live upto her century in free)” I thought to interrupt and tell her”OOO hellllllllooo, marriage is not a license to get kids in free and it costs lot to the country like India which is going to overtake China in 2050 in population terms”. But I left quietly because my free advice could cost lots of hatred from other people also in free to me. Enjoy all the Fantastic Free Fundas around you which you would get in frrrrrrrrreeeeeeeee.

Fragile

Manoj, a boy from Agra, aged around 10 years came and asked us for “Chana Masala”. Cute face and innocence were dimpling on his chicks but there was no childish agility in his gesture, he was quiet as water of lake, eyes were blinking like twinkling stars as they were full of hope. We didn’t want to eat his chana masala but Isha analysed the value of five rupees in his eyes and we took it. When Isha gave him five rupees we both imagined how he would spend these five rupees. He might buy food or may give it to his mother or may his father snatch it from him and would waste it in country liquor, he may have wished of buying a toy with which his aged kids use to play and for which he can not even dream. I asked him “are you attending a school?” Few seconds made me to guess his answer “Yes, in morning I go to school and in the evening I come here to sell Chana Masala” but I disappointed by his simple wordless reply by moving his neck in negativity. He smiled and went by putting five rupees in his shirt’s pocket as it was five thousand rupees and he could buy few of his daily happiness from it.

Few days back I went to Orphanage Home. Fortunately I could not see any small children over there. I would say fortunately because there is no reason to smile by seeing unprivileged children. I have been with such kids for five years in Gurukul. One of them was my very good friend. I still remember her words “If ever I get the chance to see my parents, I would ask only one question why you have given me such a pathetic life?” I know her feelings, occasionally her screaming for love and her emotions.

I always hate child labors and feel restless by seeing unprivileged children because I have spent five years with such kids so I do know the reasons of why people do this such an unjustifiable thing. We the Indians have accepted all these child related issues and consider them as part of daily life. Government had made the Primary Education to children a fundamental right with one more amendment to the constitution by making it lengthier (It is already the lengthiest constitution in the world; hates off to beurocrates, who ranked the world’s worst beurocrates, mug up it and feel proud of being the part of system). Why we accept the things as they are? Making policies and organizing committees on issues won’t bring the smile on these innocent faces. They need care and warm love from us, it’s not to sacrifice life for them but giving few minutes from our hectic schedule is also a good thing which we can do for them by being a normal person. They even don’t expect material things from us but they expect us to listen them and to feel their pain and few words with love which shows their importance in this world because everyone likes to be loved and everyone wants to feel that he or she is important. We don’t know but it’s true a smile with full of love will stop this fragility.

Bunk from Office??? Yessssss

I have heard of bunking from school or tuition classes but never of from office, but yes Isha did it for me. In the morning I gave her a call that I’m coming, she did not allow me to reach at office and advised to wait at downstairs. I thought let her come then will ask what the reason is. She said I would never do this for my boyfriend but I have bunked for you for few min and we just laughed. She said I was just thinking of you and wanted to see you but see God listened me and you are with me. We went to church and by talking to each other felt quite relaxed.

In the evening, I bunked from my studies and as usual we went to Lake. We seated on wall and Isha always fear from my stunts which I do on that wall. She fears from water and I love water. But we seated quietly and no stunt from my side and so no rok tok from her side. She took my cell and seeing our pics of “Tour de Ranjitsagar”, and also saw some other pics and just shown them to me, it was like suddenly everything fell in silence, we just looked in each other’s eyes, listened two songs one of her choice and one of mine. I turned my face towards lake, we might more than listening songs were thinking of something else. Cool air was coming on my face, palace in the midst of lake was seeing me; lights of that palace and air were making attractive rhythm on the water of lake. Whether light or air was floating on lake, I could not decide. New leaves of trees which had just taken shower of rain and had become pure were in their original form and dancing on the tune of air. Vehicles were passing but we were in different world for few mins. It’s thought which changes everything; it takes us to the world which we have never seen and shows sometimes cruel reality which we never want to accept. It’s thought which travels thousands miles to reach to the loved one and reminds her/him that someone is thinking of you but we always are still. I analyzed how and where my thoughts went, some temporary moments which can never become reality in future had made me petrified.

I stood up and said let’s go; she just asked how will you forget all these? Few tears rolled out from my eyes, she got her reply and my eyes acknowledged it.