Payal's Mirage
My second story is of a Marwari (a region in the desert state of Rajasthan, India) girl from a Jain community. She stayed in a very remote, small and a old town in the deserts of western Rajasthan. It was an extremely hot place with temperatures soaring as high as 47 degrees in summer. In addition to that the loo winds(hot storms) made life dull, dead and hell until seven in the evening. The town was almost deserted except for a few Marwari merchants who had come home from far-off places like Burma, Chennai, Shilong for a summer visit and a religious function as one of their saints Jin sagar vijay Chandra Suri (his original name was Ghee Chand Badami laal Seth, which literally means a man blessed with butter, moon, wealth and almonds) was doing his chaturmasa( four months of rainy season when Jaina monks are supposed to stay at one place and do penance) in the town. He actually looked like butter as his fingers were so thick and juicy, as if about to drop butter if squeezed. Besides them, there were a few tea shops which sold excellent, smoking-hot ginger tea and burning samosas(Indian dumplings), dripping with groundnut oil and full of killer, petty green chilies, and jalebi(Indian sweet) made in desi ghee(clarified butter) dripping with chashni(melted sugar). I must say that one needed very high level of motivation and balls to have all that stuff in 47 degree.
The girl’s name was Payal and her father, Seth Walchand Bhool chand Jain owned a dry-fruit shop in Bombay( it was Bombay in those days) . He was known as Kaju seth as he sold cashews but, his real business was hawala money transfer (money laundering). He looked an uneducated, humble and an harmless innocent villager who would regale you with his short l stories about the local merchants, dacoits, sub-divisional magistrates and petty politicians. He was an extremely miser person, although he had made millions in hawala. His only hobby was to sit in the village chaupal, smoke bidis with tea and talk about politics. He also liked pelting stones at emaciated mongrels, if they visited his house for food. Payal had a rich and privileged upbringing with all the facilities and modern gadgets. They owned a Sony television in those days when Indian economy was closed and they also had a VCR and an ambassador car. But the culture in the family was very orthodox. The programs she could watch were a few religious serials and chants with her grandparents. Her grandfather was another dictator who ruled the house with his strict dictates. He also made a lot of money in smuggling opium into Pakistan, but now had turned very religious and fasted ten days in a month. He did not even eat onions and garlic and was always found in the company of Jin Sagar suri ji. But, still he preferred lending money on interest and extracting the last penny from the debtor, even if that involved some metaphysical manipulation of accounts. The girls in that family were married at the age of 18-19 to other boring, dry merchants who had no interest in arts and romance. The family members had dinner before 5 in the evening and the females never went to any parties except a few religious gatherings or costly weddings.
In those days , the movie ‘Quayamat se quayamat tak’ had released. It was a big hit and its actors Amir Khan and Juhi chawla became symbols of love overnight. The girls wanted an Amir khan as their life partner. Payal, like other girls of her age got enamored with that movie. That movie offered a completely different reality to her. It offered a vent, a balcony where she could play with her dreams, naughty desires, her wild self, suppressed lust and desire for physical satiation. She was mentally in a different world. She was living in the world of parallel universes and alternate realities.
Normally, such fictitious mental worlds never came out in real life but she could not limit herself and fell in love with a local middle-aged muslim auto rickshaw driver known as Farukh, who looked a bit like Amir Khan and did some cheap romantic poetry. She thought of herself as Juhi chawla and Farukh as Amir khan. After that, began endless hours of wild actions, loaded with lust and passion. Finally, she eloped with Farukh. The episode almost generated a communal frenzy. Finally, the girl’s father Walchand Bhoolchand ji got her back by bribing the local police officer and immediately married her to Seth Ghevar Chand in Bangalore.
Now, she is the mother of four sons and one daughter. Her daughter got married last year to seth Magan laal, with lots of difficulties, as she had fallen in love with a guitarist who worked in film industry. Farukh miyan is still driving rickshaw in that town and goes to railway station to pick Walchand Bhoolchand ji whenever he comes to his village. He still indulges in his cheap shayri but he is past his prime and no more looks like Amir khan. He is planning to go to Haj but he is having a hard time as his sons do not speak to him .His sons have fallen in love, not with some Payal but with a new and foreign breed of Islam called wahabism. Farukh is very upset with this new bitch called wahabism.
My second story is of a Marwari (a region in the desert state of Rajasthan, India) girl from a Jain community. She stayed in a very remote, small and a old town in the deserts of western Rajasthan. It was an extremely hot place with temperatures soaring as high as 47 degrees in summer. In addition to that the loo winds(hot storms) made life dull, dead and hell until seven in the evening. The town was almost deserted except for a few Marwari merchants who had come home from far-off places like Burma, Chennai, Shilong for a summer visit and a religious function as one of their saints Jin sagar vijay Chandra Suri (his original name was Ghee Chand Badami laal Seth, which literally means a man blessed with butter, moon, wealth and almonds) was doing his chaturmasa( four months of rainy season when Jaina monks are supposed to stay at one place and do penance) in the town. He actually looked like butter as his fingers were so thick and juicy, as if about to drop butter if squeezed. Besides them, there were a few tea shops which sold excellent, smoking-hot ginger tea and burning samosas(Indian dumplings), dripping with groundnut oil and full of killer, petty green chilies, and jalebi(Indian sweet) made in desi ghee(clarified butter) dripping with chashni(melted sugar). I must say that one needed very high level of motivation and balls to have all that stuff in 47 degree.
The girl’s name was Payal and her father, Seth Walchand Bhool chand Jain owned a dry-fruit shop in Bombay( it was Bombay in those days) . He was known as Kaju seth as he sold cashews but, his real business was hawala money transfer (money laundering). He looked an uneducated, humble and an harmless innocent villager who would regale you with his short l stories about the local merchants, dacoits, sub-divisional magistrates and petty politicians. He was an extremely miser person, although he had made millions in hawala. His only hobby was to sit in the village chaupal, smoke bidis with tea and talk about politics. He also liked pelting stones at emaciated mongrels, if they visited his house for food. Payal had a rich and privileged upbringing with all the facilities and modern gadgets. They owned a Sony television in those days when Indian economy was closed and they also had a VCR and an ambassador car. But the culture in the family was very orthodox. The programs she could watch were a few religious serials and chants with her grandparents. Her grandfather was another dictator who ruled the house with his strict dictates. He also made a lot of money in smuggling opium into Pakistan, but now had turned very religious and fasted ten days in a month. He did not even eat onions and garlic and was always found in the company of Jin Sagar suri ji. But, still he preferred lending money on interest and extracting the last penny from the debtor, even if that involved some metaphysical manipulation of accounts. The girls in that family were married at the age of 18-19 to other boring, dry merchants who had no interest in arts and romance. The family members had dinner before 5 in the evening and the females never went to any parties except a few religious gatherings or costly weddings.
In those days , the movie ‘Quayamat se quayamat tak’ had released. It was a big hit and its actors Amir Khan and Juhi chawla became symbols of love overnight. The girls wanted an Amir khan as their life partner. Payal, like other girls of her age got enamored with that movie. That movie offered a completely different reality to her. It offered a vent, a balcony where she could play with her dreams, naughty desires, her wild self, suppressed lust and desire for physical satiation. She was mentally in a different world. She was living in the world of parallel universes and alternate realities.
Normally, such fictitious mental worlds never came out in real life but she could not limit herself and fell in love with a local middle-aged muslim auto rickshaw driver known as Farukh, who looked a bit like Amir Khan and did some cheap romantic poetry. She thought of herself as Juhi chawla and Farukh as Amir khan. After that, began endless hours of wild actions, loaded with lust and passion. Finally, she eloped with Farukh. The episode almost generated a communal frenzy. Finally, the girl’s father Walchand Bhoolchand ji got her back by bribing the local police officer and immediately married her to Seth Ghevar Chand in Bangalore.
Now, she is the mother of four sons and one daughter. Her daughter got married last year to seth Magan laal, with lots of difficulties, as she had fallen in love with a guitarist who worked in film industry. Farukh miyan is still driving rickshaw in that town and goes to railway station to pick Walchand Bhoolchand ji whenever he comes to his village. He still indulges in his cheap shayri but he is past his prime and no more looks like Amir khan. He is planning to go to Haj but he is having a hard time as his sons do not speak to him .His sons have fallen in love, not with some Payal but with a new and foreign breed of Islam called wahabism. Farukh is very upset with this new bitch called wahabism.
My third
story is in the next post………………….
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