Today is Wednesday and I have a lot of work to complete in my office.Oh! Its so pinching when you have a work load and there's no one to help you out .But anyhow by twelve,my work was over and i set off for home,with one of my colleagues.
Hey Ramesh!would you like to hear the audio track of Ramleela?
Oh! sure,Why not!.It would be a rest after such a day.
While we listened to the audio track,run-jhun sound of someone's clothes,echoed the streets.
Believe me,we sweated from our top to bottom,feeling suspicious of an advancing ghostly terror,even on a chilly night.This time our teeth clattered with terror and not with wind.What a dead street it was!
Suddenly someone called us for help.It was lady with a torn dupatta and ghaghra-choli,as an outfit.We halted there.
Soon she came to us and pleaded us for help,for a strange bearded person,with loose folded clothes and a bottle in his hand was following her.She pleaded us so badly that the hero in me screamed and I like a hindi film gave five to six blows on his stomach and there he was,lying full flat on floor.
Wah! I wished to pat myself for I had saved a girl's life and that too like Shahrukh's entry,in front of his villains.
It was too late and I didn't feel it safe to leave that girl again on streets,all alone.So,I asked her if we could drop her home.
Home! What are you talking about?Bar singers do not have a home.I was left the day,I took on with this work.
You are a bar singer?(at once I felt like throwing her outside my car but the last breath of human left in me,stopped me from doing so.)
Then she told ,"When I was 18,I fell in love with Omar,who was a Muslim and my parents being a Hindu did not agree to the fact of our marriage.So,we fled away but unfortunately,in an accident,my love died and this ended our love story.From then,I have walked to my parents' door,a thousand times ,each time returning with hatred and disrespect,from my father's steps.
It was two months ago,when I decided to be a bar singer as there was no other job in this town which offered higher pay .The owner of the bar house guaranteed me safety at the time of joining.But today,conditions proved worse,he broke his promise and I am here now,with you all standing all alone and i know,you might be feeling to throw me out of your car,after listening the same.So,it's better if I get down myself and walk away.But the only thing I wanna tell you is that inspite of being a bar singer,I have always loved Omar and will be.Its true ,I do a sinful job,much hated by society,but believe me or not ,I have never touched anybody else nor do the situations have arose from the other side.I am pure as a gold and will be becoz in my view working at a sinful place does not mean,you are a sinner!
After this she walked off and we drove to our way.Now, when I sit with keyboard under my hand,I feel myself to be a sinner who had blamed a holy soul.God! forgive me,if you can.
well written:)