*) - C'MON BE AN OPTIMIST...!!!!
(Ambica Bhardwaj)
When I was getting ready for college, I appeared all prim and
proper in the mirror. While looking for suitable shoes with my pink and red dress,
there was not even a single pair of shoes which could be worn. I got really
upset and told my mom that I wanted money to buy shoes the same weekend. She
didn't reciprocate in fain, which was even peskier. Falling into an argument, I
had a tiff with my mother right in the morning. I left without breakfast.
On the way, my bus came to a halt at a red light. What I saw there was extremely poignant. A man sitting at the roadside, he didn't have either of his legs and some injury marks on his face. The glum in his eyes threw my soul in stunned silence and my heart was writhing in pain. I was a morose for a moment, as I've always had this soft corner in my heart for these downtrodden people. I was lost in another world when the bus started again. In the next hour, I was in college. It was a regular day so far, had a great time with friends. Before heading to home, I had to return library books the same day. That visit to library changed my entire outlook towards life. I could feel the difference!
In the library, I saw a poster which said, "I grumbled because I had no shoes till I saw a man with no feet". Oh my GOD...!!! This was the first thought that stroked my mind reading that. Was this a direct message from God or just a co-incidence? I just could not make out. But, I learnt that life is full of blessings, sometimes we are just too blind to see them.
On the way, my bus came to a halt at a red light. What I saw there was extremely poignant. A man sitting at the roadside, he didn't have either of his legs and some injury marks on his face. The glum in his eyes threw my soul in stunned silence and my heart was writhing in pain. I was a morose for a moment, as I've always had this soft corner in my heart for these downtrodden people. I was lost in another world when the bus started again. In the next hour, I was in college. It was a regular day so far, had a great time with friends. Before heading to home, I had to return library books the same day. That visit to library changed my entire outlook towards life. I could feel the difference!
In the library, I saw a poster which said, "I grumbled because I had no shoes till I saw a man with no feet". Oh my GOD...!!! This was the first thought that stroked my mind reading that. Was this a direct message from God or just a co-incidence? I just could not make out. But, I learnt that life is full of blessings, sometimes we are just too blind to see them.
*) - DJ Trendy Baba Love Mix
(Mohit Sharma)
*Another experiment...fingers crossed.
A chair rested under a delicate yet spreading tree, the
only living thing that, at least, spitted a little puddle of shade on the
dusty, baked earth. She spotted it from afar and lazily walked towards it. The
clearing swarmed with tired yet mysteriously busy students, rushing from one
person to another. Sometimes the way people talked and chatted continuously
made her sick. “Nonstop un-creativity! or am I Heartsick.” She had a habit, a
bad one hopefully, of noticing how people sometimes said meaningless things,
ultimately stupid things and made fools of themselves in front of others. That
too over and over again with new permutations and combinations just to prove
that they learnt from past which actually is not the case.
She soon reached the little puddle of shade under the lonesome rather sad-looking tree and took a deep breath, gulping a bolus of hot, dusty air. Carelessly dropping her bag to the ground she carefully balanced herself on the chair and sat back, slowly wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. She wasn't in a hurry and that sense of realization always made her do things leisurely.
After what felt like hours, she flickered her eyes open and looked around. Somehow she had managed to sleep in the middle of all the unpleasant chaos. The bustling throng had evaporated by now and only a few were scattered around either in tiny bundles or couples, some alone too. While scanning the remains of what seemed like a stubborn monster a while ago, she spotted a boy standing right in the middle of the diminutive desert of a parking lot.
He stood straight yet he had a peculiar laziness to himself quite similar to her. With his hands stuffed inside his pockets, he languidly paced around his bag and Hockey stick which were piled on the ground right besides him. She peered at him with observant eyes, absorbing every drop of fantasy that his appearance provided.
She soon reached the little puddle of shade under the lonesome rather sad-looking tree and took a deep breath, gulping a bolus of hot, dusty air. Carelessly dropping her bag to the ground she carefully balanced herself on the chair and sat back, slowly wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. She wasn't in a hurry and that sense of realization always made her do things leisurely.
After what felt like hours, she flickered her eyes open and looked around. Somehow she had managed to sleep in the middle of all the unpleasant chaos. The bustling throng had evaporated by now and only a few were scattered around either in tiny bundles or couples, some alone too. While scanning the remains of what seemed like a stubborn monster a while ago, she spotted a boy standing right in the middle of the diminutive desert of a parking lot.
He stood straight yet he had a peculiar laziness to himself quite similar to her. With his hands stuffed inside his pockets, he languidly paced around his bag and Hockey stick which were piled on the ground right besides him. She peered at him with observant eyes, absorbing every drop of fantasy that his appearance provided.
His head was heaped with a mass of half curly half wavy
brown hair which crowned him beautifully. She gazed at them and deep down in
the gossamer of her thoughts, imagined her fingers sinking into them. She
instantly felt them… soft and teasing against her finger tips and a chill ran
down her spine. The sinister sunlight molded his whiskey brown eyes into tiny
slit which slightly curved upwards whenever he smiled. His features had a
delicacy to them and it felt as if God had made him with brilliant finesse…
exhibiting his skill and flamboyance. A small mystifying smile touched the
corner of his lips and suddenly, he looked up at her.
She was caught. She felt streams of sweat gliding down her chest and she instantly lowered her gaze, rubbing her thumb against the palm of the other hand. Moments later she looked back at him and saw him standing, staring at the ground. She longed for those eyes to look back at her and this time she decided to look back into them. He playfully kicked a pebble and raised his eyes to her… But this time it was him who directly dropped his eyes to the ground. He was shy! And that, bizarrely, added another feather to his already mesmerizing collection. This boosted her buoyancy and she glued her eyes to him, drinking in every move. Another look and another exhibit of modesty. How cruel God can be sometimes, she thought to herself.
Moments later, a yellow bus purred into the parking lot, setting off the dusty ground into shallow clouds. For the first time, she moved her glance and peered at the bus. It was his bus. This meant he’d go away. A labyrinth of emotions settled inside her. He’ll go, she wondered sadly. But I’ll see him tomorrow again, that brought about anticipation. With the very same aloofness, he picked up his bag and draped it over his shoulder, Hockey stick in the other hand, and rather swiftly walked towards the bus. Once inside, she disowned him and started making circles in the sand beneath her feet with a firm yet dying straw.
She was caught. She felt streams of sweat gliding down her chest and she instantly lowered her gaze, rubbing her thumb against the palm of the other hand. Moments later she looked back at him and saw him standing, staring at the ground. She longed for those eyes to look back at her and this time she decided to look back into them. He playfully kicked a pebble and raised his eyes to her… But this time it was him who directly dropped his eyes to the ground. He was shy! And that, bizarrely, added another feather to his already mesmerizing collection. This boosted her buoyancy and she glued her eyes to him, drinking in every move. Another look and another exhibit of modesty. How cruel God can be sometimes, she thought to herself.
Moments later, a yellow bus purred into the parking lot, setting off the dusty ground into shallow clouds. For the first time, she moved her glance and peered at the bus. It was his bus. This meant he’d go away. A labyrinth of emotions settled inside her. He’ll go, she wondered sadly. But I’ll see him tomorrow again, that brought about anticipation. With the very same aloofness, he picked up his bag and draped it over his shoulder, Hockey stick in the other hand, and rather swiftly walked towards the bus. Once inside, she disowned him and started making circles in the sand beneath her feet with a firm yet dying straw.
The shy schedule continued for few weeks and finally the
short circuit. It’s rarest of rare case to find a person with all the traits
you dream about, luckily both of them were quite close to each-other’s dream
stuff. After graduation Arshad cleared government exam, he was appointed as
head clerk in the city archives department.
Arshad k paas mauka tha Noori ko hamesha k liye apnane ka
par jaane se poehle uske Mama ne usko chetaya ki Noori ek Yahudi (Jew) hai aur
Arshad ek Musalman. Us desh mey jahan ka itihaas in do samudayo k taklh rishto
aur buri ghatnao se bhara hua tha. Apni jawani tak ka samay Arshad ne desh k
bahar apne Nana k ghar mey bitaya jahan ka mauhaul dharmnirpeksh tha isliye
Arshad zamini haqiqat se kaafi door tha. Use laga ki uske Mama apni beti k
rishte k liye uspar nazar gadayen hai. Wo apne Mama ki izzat karta tha, wo
halkate the par apni mehnat se unhone apne vibhag mey bada auhda haasil kiya
tha.
Arshad apne Mama ki baat ansuni kar badi ummeedon k saath
Noori k ghar uska haath maangne pahuncha aur uske gharwaalo ki laaten kha kar
lauta. Usey bura laga ki “Aese hi mana kar dete colony k saamne chappalo se
peetne ki kya tuk thi? Ab chahe desh ka Prime Minister bhi ban jaun us colony
mey muh churakar hi chalna padega.”
Uske Mama ji uske paas dilasa dene k liye aaye par usne
rukha jawab diya.
“Kya..Mama ji abhi beizzati aur pitai hui hai meri…aap
mauke ka faayda utha kar apni beti ki setting karvane mey lage ho.”
Mama ji – “Ba-Ad..ab-Tameez…”
Arshad avsadgrast ho gaya aur usko fast food ki gehri
lath lag gayi. Uska weight badhne laga aur usko Ulcer ho gaya. Uski naukri
chhutne waali thi ki Mama ji phir aaye.
Mama ji – Tujhe samjhane k liye apni Bay…tee ki shah..di
karni padi mujhe. Jaa…Hill….census record check kar kasbe ka usme tere matlab
ki cheez hai.
Arshad ko hint mil gayi usne apne department k dher se Noori ka family tree aur
khaandaan dekha to paya ki uske Par-Dada pravasi Musalman the jo yahan ki
community k dabav mey Yahudi ban gaye. Ye baat Arshad ne us samuday mey faila
di aur Noori k parivaar jaise achhoot ban gaya. Kuch kattar Yahudiyon se unko
dhamkiyan milne lagi.
Idhar prashashan mey is baat se khalbali mach gayi, aage
koi sampradayik ghatna na ho jaaye is se abhi sab niptane ka faisla liya gaya aur bade level par audit hua,
jisme paaya gaya ki Arshad k Par-Par (Super) Dada ek Yahudi the jinhone
parivaar samet Islam dharm mana. Arshad ne apna matha peet liya. Arshad k
parivaar ki haalat bhi samuday k kuch kattarpanthi tatvo ki wajah se Noori k
parivaar ki tarah hi thi.
Audit mey ye bhi paya gaya ki is kasbe mey sirf 2
parivaar hi aese hai. Dono parivaaro ne apni sampatti bech samudakiy coloniyon
k beech mey ghar khareeden. Janta confuse thi ki kaun kya hai? Is sab k raazdar
Arshad aur uske Mama hi the…kisi ko andaza nahi tha ki achanak se itne saalo
aur peedhiyon baad ye kaise hua aur kisne kiya?
Arshad ek raat chupke se Noori k ghar ghusa aur usne unke
sabhi tarah k chappal-jutey, jhaadu-wiper aadi chhupa diya. Agli subah poori
tarah ashvast hokar Arshad Noori k ghar aaya.
Arshad – “Dekhiye Uncle ji…ye tera-mera ka bhed to insaan
banate hai. Ab to humare beech ye bhed hi itna confusing ho gaya hai ki dono
parivaaro ko border par rehna pad raha hai. Noori se ab kaun rishta
karega….mere alawa? (he he) To is mushkil ghadika saamna hum logo ko saath
milkar karna chahiye.
Aunty ji - Bhaiya log…aap hi samjhao Uncle ji ko, ladki
bhi bagal mey jaa rahi hai aankhon ke saamne rahegi. Ye rishta economical bhi
hai ji…ab tullu pump ya submersible khudvayenge hum dono parivaar to kitna
kharcha aayega to ek hi tullu khudva lenge dono parivaaro k…isi tarah gas waali
line, bijli ka meter, nagar nigam…aap khud socho kitni bachat hogi…ye
deewar todo aur behtar kal se naata
jodo. Jai Santoshi Mata…”
Aunty ji – “Aye ji..iski family ka phir se audit karvao…”
The
End!
Result
Judge's Rating : Ambica Bhardwaj - 22/100 (11/50), Mohit Sharma - 75/100 (37.5/50)
Members Poll : Ambica Bhardwaj - 0/19 (0/50), Mohit Sharma - 19/19 (50/50).
Combined : Ambica Bhardwaj - 11/100,
Mohit Sharma - 87.5/100
Mohit Sharma wins the match and qualifies for Round 3, Ambica Bhardwaj is eliminated from Freelance Talents Championship.
Judge - Mr. Vivek Goel (Artist, Publisher @ Holy Cow Entertainment)
hmm...
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