Jail
The door opens and a rough looking man steps out. He is tall, has broad shoulders and a shaggy stubble. He looks around and feels the place has changed a lot in 10 years. 10 wasted years of his life…..
Man (mind): 10 saal….sab kuch badal gaya….main bhi….sab kuch kho diyaa maine…sab kuch
He remembers the day he was hauled up in this prison- he was screaming, kicking, crying. And now the years had roughened him up, there are no more tears, no softness in him.
He looks around and hails an autorickshaw. Looking out at the world as it zips by he tries to recognize the roads, lanes, buildings..
Driver: Saab…pehli baar aaye hai Mumbai
Man (smiles): sab kuch badal gaya hai…pehli baar jaisa hi lag raha hai
Driver: saab…yeh Mumbai hai..kisike liye nahi rukti…
Man (smiles): Haan….sahi kaha…koi nahi rukta..
He reaches his destination. He gets off and faces the reality in front of him. He steps in this world – its not how he had left it. Old images of the place and people crowd his mind. He walks ahead unmindful of the curious stares of people.
Customer (to paan waalah): arre bhaiyaa..yeh kaun hai….naya maloom hota hai..shakal se toh gunda lagta hai..
Paan waalah(looking carefully): arre…yeh toh…he rushes out to inform some people of his arrival.
He stops at a small ground where kids are playing cricket. He remembers his younger days when he was the star batsman of this ground. He now smiles at the little boys who are busy with their game.
Voice: Kyun aaye ho yahan?
Man (turns, smiles broadly): Baba…
Old man: Tere baba nahi rahe…do saal pehle…usse dil ka daura pad gaya…
Man(sad): kya? Baba do saal pehle…mujhe kisine bataya kyun nahi…Aur Aai?
Old man: who toh chaar saal pehle….tere Baba bahut akele the re…..
Man (tears): Aai aur Baba dono nahi rahe….aur Kaajal?
Old man: nahi pata….chodd ke chali gayi…bhaag gayi….
The young man stands there in the same place. Determined, he now leaves without looking back and takes quick steps to the entrance of this old colony. He sees the same rickshaw waala and hails him again.
Driver: Kya hua saab? Galat address nikla kya?
Man: address toh sahi hai…magar jinse milne aaya tha..woh nahi hai ab..chalo…Silver road le lo..
Driver (excited): Silver road..kya saab…ab sahi pata bata rahe ho…chalo….shaam ho rahi hai…Mumbai me isse achi jagah nahi hai…
The man smiles and looks back for the last time. He sighs as the sun sets and the road lights come on giving the city a new glow !
Dusk turns to night as he reaches silver road. The place is abuzz with loads of people, vendors. There is hardly any space to walk. The man walks carefully avoiding clashing with people.
Balcony (woman voice): Aeee…handsome…aa naa….
He looks up to see a bevy of young, old, tall, short women..all whistling or waving or winking at him. A couple of them shamelessly display their bodies, a lady accosts him on the road.
Lady (touching him): Hmmmm..ekdum kadak sample ho saab…bolo….raat rangeen karne ka hai..bolo bolo…
Man (removing her hand): Sangam bar kidhar hai?
He joins the crowd of men entering a small neon sign lit place – Sangam bar.. most of them are already swaying. He enters to immediately close his eyes as there is lot of smoke, his eyes burn, he coughs and makes his way through the motley of boisterous men – clapping, hooting and dancing. His eyes blink to the semi-darkness and he sees a bright light at a distance. The crowd roars and he can feel the atmosphere charged up – a latest movie song blares from the speakers and 5-6 young girls sway to its rhythm. He looks away in disgust at this shameless display – of flesh, lust and money !
Man(asking waiter): Suniye…bhaiii…yeh Iqbal Damdi kahan milega?
He follows the waiter threading through the sea of over-excited men to a table where a short man is dancing away…
Man (placing hand on shoulder): Iqbaaall…..Iqbaaal…..
Iqbaal: Kaun hai be…arrre…Bhiduuu tu….he jumps on him like a monkey
Iqbal: dil khush ho gaya…aaj ich choota kya? Aaya hai toh aaj raat bhar peete hai..chal baith…ehhhhhhh chotuuuu (waiter) – laa bhai apna strong ! aaj apun ka bhai aayela hai…..Sachin Bhai….
Sachin (smiles): main nahi peeta…..cold drink bol mere liye…
Iqbal (shock): Idhar Sangam bar me sharaab ki nadiyan behti hai….kya yaar..chal koi baat nahi….chotuuu ek thums up bol….aur bol bhai…kya haal chaal…udhar andar sab theekh hai..apun ka ek naya bacha aaya tha andar - dekha kya babu tailor….bas abhi pichle hafte…
Sachin: haan..usne hi tera address diya mujhe…woh mujhe kuch kaam aur ek rehne ki jagah…
His voice gets cut off as the crowd roars even more loudly. Iqbal also gets excited and stands on the chair to take a look.
Iqbal (excited): Arreee..aa gayi meri jaan..meri chewing gum..dekh bhai…kya mast din pe aaya tu bhai….tu bhi dekh….poore silver road pe aisi item nahi milegi….he whistles ….Dolyyyyyyy…aaajaa ek baar
Sachin gets up and tries to see what the fuss is about. He sees a young girl dancing on stage mouthing the lyrics and making obscene gestures. The men from crowd shower notes on her, she smiles at some, winks at few and blows kisses.. some charged up men jump on stage but they are immediately handled by tough looking goons….
5 min later, she moves off the stage and people still dance away. 10 mins later the crowd settles and Iqbal looks less excited.
Iqbal: kya bhai….kaisi lagi? Kasam se gajab ki item hai….
Sachin (smiles): teri item tujhe Mubarak..Iqbal…who kaam aur ghar
Iqbal (sobering): Kaam…kya batooo….apun ka Seth andar hai…4 din me bahar aayega….maine baat kiyela hai…kuch jugaad ho jayenga..aur kholi…hmmmm…ek kaam kar…2-4 din apun ke saath adjust kar le…baadme dekhenge..
They both eat food and step out of the bar. He is again accosted by ladies and also some 'men'.
Man: ehhh….Damdi…yeh naya murga kaun hai? Bahut chikna hai….aata hai kya? He winks
Iqbal: Ehh jaa naa….apne aukat ki koi dhoond…phoooot.
Iqbal: Kya bolta hai bhai….koi ladki maangta hai kya? Apun ka bahut pehchaan hai idhar..
Sachin: Iqbal tu jaanta hai….main…meri shaadi ho chuki hai…mera ek hi pyaar hai..meri biwi Kaajal..
Iqbal (sad): Sorry bhai..bhool gaya tha…tu mila tere parivar se? bhabhi se?
Sachin: Gaya tha colony me…bachpan me mujhe sab log 'tendulkar' bulaate the….aaj pehchaan ke bhi pehchaan nahi rahe the…Aai Baba dono nahi rahe..mujhe..mujhe kisine bataya bhi nahi..
Iqbal: aur bhaabhi?
Sachin: pata nahi….agar usse mujhe milna hota…inn 10 saal me ek baar toh aati naa…
Iqbal: Jaane do bhai….apun hai naa..tera chota bhai..chal apun ka kholi idhar se nazdeek hai…chal…
Iqbal continues to chatter as they both walk through dark lanes in the night. At a small turning they witness two men trying to forcibly push a woman into a waiting car. The woman tries to scream when they slap her. Sachin gets angry and charges at the men.
Goon1: kaun hai be..saala….thok doonga..jaanta nahi Jayesh bhai ke aadmi hai…ehhh…item..tu kya dekh rahi hai…chal naa..bahut ho gaya tera..he pulls the woman by her hand..
Sachin: chod de ladki ko..
Goon2: ehhh..kya be..bola naa..jaa abhi idhar se..he pushes the girl roughly..
Sachin thrashes both of them soundly.
Goon1 (wiping blood): Tu rukh…idhar ich rukh…5 min…5 min me samaan leke ate hai..
They both run away. Sachin turns to the woman..
Sachin: aapko chot toh nahi lagi naa…chaliye aap police me report likhva dijiye..
Woman (flicking her hairs): Yedaaa hai kya? Police me jayegi…saale kanjoos…kam paise me mereko le jaane aaye the..baraat me aayi hoon kya?
Sachin (surprise): kya? Yeh log…
Iqbal (getting excited): Dolyyyyyyyy…meri chewing gum…..aaj toh ekdum lucky din hai….
Dolly: ehh chal..hatt….phoot….pehle mooh dhoke aa…aur haath mat laga…
Sachin looks at her open mouthed with surprise.
Dolly (bored look): aise kya dekh rahe ho saab..main dhandhe waali hoon….mera ek fix rate hai..yeh saale chirkut bhaav tol kar rahe the….main kya masala hoon…jo bhaaji ke saath free aati hoon…ya Diwali sale hoon..discount maangne aa gaye saale…huhhhh..she harrumps…she looks at her watch….saala poora time khoti kiya apun ka..chalta hai saab..waise Thaankoooo…..mere taraf se unn kaminoo ko maarne ke liye…she walks ahead…
Sachin: ek min…
Dolly (smiles and turns): ailaa…jaanti thi main…bolo saab….kidhar chalne ka hai….fix rate hai..magar teri fighting ke liye 100 Rs kam….she comes and holds his hand.
Sachin: tumhara duppataa gir gaya tha..sambhaalo isko..he puts it covering her chest and walks away with Iqbal..
Dolly (covering herself): hunnnhh….item saala…
My new SachVi story...hope you all like it. This is primarily a story of father-son relation. The setting is underworld of Mumbai and the language will be bit tapori hindi...I am born and brought up in Mumbai and I used to speak grammarless and unique tapori hindi till college...so its fun to revisit that time and use those phrases. hope you all like it..