Craaaaaaasssssssssh……………… No dears this isn’t the sound of a car crashing. Actually Mr. Purohit ke haath me se chai ka cup gir gaya . Yeh ussi ki aawaz hai. Abhi unki biwi aayegi chillate hue “array ab kya toda aapne……… ajji sunte ho………” aur Mr. Purohit ka stereotyped jawab hoga “nahi behra ho gaya hu”. Every morning Mr. Purohit had the habit of sitting in the balcony and reading his favorite health column in the english newspaper. This morning as usual he was sipping his cup of masala chai when suddenly his eyes fell on the headlines…… “Accident on S. G. Highway……” Yeh padh ke uthe aur chai ka cup gir gaya. “Lata, apne daamadji ki gaadi ka numbe kya hai batana toh zara?” “kyu kya hua. Cup tootnne se gaadi ke number ka kya connection?. Raat ko beer weer chadha ke to nahi aaye na?” “ Apni bewajah ki bakwaas apne paas rakkho. Aur mujhe jaldi batao number kya hai.”
“GJ 1BC 2655, ab toh batao kya hua?” “Just look. Paper me aaya hai. S.G Highway pe accident hua hai. Aur gaadi ka number bhi wohi hai”. Both are shocked as they stared at the horrible headline. “Hey bhagwan isme toh likkha hai ki koi bacha nahi. Ab meri bacchi ka kya hoga?” Mrs. Purohit starts wailing loudly as Mr. Purohit still has that grief stricken expression on his face. We must inform the relatives he thought. He wondered as to why no one had informed this to him. The grief stricken couple started informing their relatives one by one. Lekin iss jhamele me kisi ko Priyanka ki yaad hi nahi aai…
Priyanka, Mr. Purohit’s daughter, had recently got married to Rahul Sharma, a successful businessman. They had met through a common friend and soon they decided to tie the knot. Till date Rahul had not forgotten the brief interview he had with Mr. Purohit. He could actually feel the ambience of the movie “Golmaal” being enacted in front of his eyes. But yet love won and eventually rahul and priyanka were married in a peaceful ceremony….
In the meanwhile, the purohit couple were now getting ready to go to the sharma residence. “ jee maine kaha ek baar priyanka ko phone kar le. Bechari meri bacchi akeli hogi waha” . “ Phone karne ka time nahi hai lata. Tum bas chalo. Hum wahi ja rahe hai na. Maine sabhi rishtedaaro ko phone kar diya hai. Sab wohi pahunchte honge.” (Mr. Purohit was all the while thinking that he had to be strong at least for the sake of his wife and his daughter). Tum jaldi aao me gaadi niikaalta hu”. Mr. Purohit hardly concentrated on the traffic while driving. In his heart he had always hated Rahul, though he knew that he was successful and he would always keep his daughter happy. I never wanted something bad to happen to him. God please forgive me… he thought. Lata was wailing constantly throughout the drive. Finally when they reached there Mr. Purohit motioned her to get out and said “ Lata tum upar jao. Me gaadi park karke aata hu”. Gaadi park karne ke bahane hi sahi par kuch pal akele rone ke liye mil jayenge aisa soch kar unhone ye kaha. Putting his head on the steering he started sobbing silently. He started regretting those moments when he had hated his son- in –law. Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by a row of screams and shouts.
Getting out of the car, he started walking hastily in the direction of the noise. All the residents of the building had gathered around Mrs. Purohit who had fallen unconscious on the ground. “aarey kya hua lata ko?” “Pata nahi uncleji humne toh inko chillate hue bhaagte dekha aur phir yaha aake behosh ho gai. Shayad kuch bhayanak dekh liya hoga.” Mr. Purohit was puzzled. Maybe he thought that his wife was in a state of extreme shock when suddenly his eyes fell on two figures coming towards them.
Mr. Purohit couldn’t believe his eyes. It was Rahul. Oh my God! Was it a dream? A fear like expression sprang into his eyes as Rahul approached him. “Papaji aap yaha? Aur yeh mummy mujhe dekh ke bhaagi kyu? Aur yeh sab kya hai. Subah se rishtedaaro ke phone aa rahe hai mujhe. Meri aawaz sunke chaunk kyu jaate hai sab?” “kya hua papaji aap aise kya dekh rahe hai mujhe?” A swirl of mist wandered around Mr. Purohit’s eyes. Moments later he opened his eyes and found himself inside the apartment. Lata was sitting besides him with a concerned look on her face while Rahul and Priyanka were standing with her. “ab kaise hai aap Papaji?” Mr.Purohit nodded his head, indicating that he was fine. I can understand the puzzle you are in , Papaji. Mummy ne sab bataya hume. “ Tum yaha sahi salamat ho toh phir who news?” Mr. Purohit was still puzzled. Rahul smiled amusingly. Picking up the paper from the table, he showed it to him. “Papaji lagta hai aapke aur mummy ke number badh gaaye hai. Dekiye toh . Zara dhyan se padhiye kya likkha hai?” Mr. Purohit strained his eyes a bit to read what Rahul had pointed. It read…….. “Accident on S G Highway………………… No one dies….”
“GJ 1BC 2655, ab toh batao kya hua?” “Just look. Paper me aaya hai. S.G Highway pe accident hua hai. Aur gaadi ka number bhi wohi hai”. Both are shocked as they stared at the horrible headline. “Hey bhagwan isme toh likkha hai ki koi bacha nahi. Ab meri bacchi ka kya hoga?” Mrs. Purohit starts wailing loudly as Mr. Purohit still has that grief stricken expression on his face. We must inform the relatives he thought. He wondered as to why no one had informed this to him. The grief stricken couple started informing their relatives one by one. Lekin iss jhamele me kisi ko Priyanka ki yaad hi nahi aai…
Priyanka, Mr. Purohit’s daughter, had recently got married to Rahul Sharma, a successful businessman. They had met through a common friend and soon they decided to tie the knot. Till date Rahul had not forgotten the brief interview he had with Mr. Purohit. He could actually feel the ambience of the movie “Golmaal” being enacted in front of his eyes. But yet love won and eventually rahul and priyanka were married in a peaceful ceremony….
In the meanwhile, the purohit couple were now getting ready to go to the sharma residence. “ jee maine kaha ek baar priyanka ko phone kar le. Bechari meri bacchi akeli hogi waha” . “ Phone karne ka time nahi hai lata. Tum bas chalo. Hum wahi ja rahe hai na. Maine sabhi rishtedaaro ko phone kar diya hai. Sab wohi pahunchte honge.” (Mr. Purohit was all the while thinking that he had to be strong at least for the sake of his wife and his daughter). Tum jaldi aao me gaadi niikaalta hu”. Mr. Purohit hardly concentrated on the traffic while driving. In his heart he had always hated Rahul, though he knew that he was successful and he would always keep his daughter happy. I never wanted something bad to happen to him. God please forgive me… he thought. Lata was wailing constantly throughout the drive. Finally when they reached there Mr. Purohit motioned her to get out and said “ Lata tum upar jao. Me gaadi park karke aata hu”. Gaadi park karne ke bahane hi sahi par kuch pal akele rone ke liye mil jayenge aisa soch kar unhone ye kaha. Putting his head on the steering he started sobbing silently. He started regretting those moments when he had hated his son- in –law. Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by a row of screams and shouts.
Getting out of the car, he started walking hastily in the direction of the noise. All the residents of the building had gathered around Mrs. Purohit who had fallen unconscious on the ground. “aarey kya hua lata ko?” “Pata nahi uncleji humne toh inko chillate hue bhaagte dekha aur phir yaha aake behosh ho gai. Shayad kuch bhayanak dekh liya hoga.” Mr. Purohit was puzzled. Maybe he thought that his wife was in a state of extreme shock when suddenly his eyes fell on two figures coming towards them.
Mr. Purohit couldn’t believe his eyes. It was Rahul. Oh my God! Was it a dream? A fear like expression sprang into his eyes as Rahul approached him. “Papaji aap yaha? Aur yeh mummy mujhe dekh ke bhaagi kyu? Aur yeh sab kya hai. Subah se rishtedaaro ke phone aa rahe hai mujhe. Meri aawaz sunke chaunk kyu jaate hai sab?” “kya hua papaji aap aise kya dekh rahe hai mujhe?” A swirl of mist wandered around Mr. Purohit’s eyes. Moments later he opened his eyes and found himself inside the apartment. Lata was sitting besides him with a concerned look on her face while Rahul and Priyanka were standing with her. “ab kaise hai aap Papaji?” Mr.Purohit nodded his head, indicating that he was fine. I can understand the puzzle you are in , Papaji. Mummy ne sab bataya hume. “ Tum yaha sahi salamat ho toh phir who news?” Mr. Purohit was still puzzled. Rahul smiled amusingly. Picking up the paper from the table, he showed it to him. “Papaji lagta hai aapke aur mummy ke number badh gaaye hai. Dekiye toh . Zara dhyan se padhiye kya likkha hai?” Mr. Purohit strained his eyes a bit to read what Rahul had pointed. It read…….. “Accident on S G Highway………………… No one dies….”
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