11.47 am. For a change, I was in office. I was almost on the edge of finalising an opinion for my client and mystery had one more time to knock my doors.
Two sardars entered my office. One was of mid-30 and other was late 70's. Young sardar asked me to give some time to them and you know I am always kind in welcoming mysteries.
"Sir, this is our card. We come from Haridwar. Have you ever been to?" Young sardar spoke like a travelling agent.
"No. I am not that old yet." I pulled his leg. By the time the old sardar came almost inside my cabin and wondering as if he hates commercialisation.
"You should have been once. We have our ASHRAM running over there." Old man now took the charge.
"Seat please. Than talk." Young sardar was offering a place as if it was his office.
"Ya. ya please have a seat." I immediately watched time. Opps. Already twelve. I am supposed to give this opinion before lunch.
"Don't worry. Don't have any doubt on your decisions. You are going to complete it from your side and next month you will complete 3 projects successfully." Old man was more confident in his voice while he was shivering in the chair.
How did he know that I signed 3 biggest projects of my life? A question popped up in my mind.
He was trying to seat more comfortably. "Give me a blank paper." He asked.
I followed him like an obidient student. Finally, I wanted to get this spiritual show over as soon as possible. "Who is that god you follow?" A spiritual question to the most professional.
"I don't actually." Saying this I turned my face to Young sardar. He was startled as if I made some mistake. Old sardar was ready to write something on the paper. "I mean I don't believe in MURTI PUJA." I now gave him the most professional answer. I didn't want to mess up. That too with two sardars.
"Which flower would you choose to worship God if you would be a believer in him?" Old returned the paper back after folding it. "Rose?" I was not sure if I was answering or questioning.
"Choose a number between 4 to 6." - Old man.
"5" - I said. In fact there is no other number in between 4 to 6 but why to argue with two sardars.
"Hmm...!" He took a wise pause.
"You can open the paper now." Old man ordered. "See the name of the flower behind."
Strange. It was rose (GULAB written in hindi along with).
"He is handling the ASHRAM for infants having no parents to look after." Young sardar was again trying to market.
"Now I will tell you the name of your friend who is a cheat!" Old man was going to show second magic. Meanwhile, young sardar was nodding his head as a great follower.
"Write your full name on this paper." He threw his first card. "Write under that BORI DAL KI SAMARPIT." I wrote but could not understand. I raised my eyebrows to little less mystic young sardar.
"Donate something and put it between the paper and fold it." Young sardar explained me. I finally knew the purpose of this magic show. Unfortunately, I had no note of Rs. 10 though I wanted to know that name. I wanted to see the unhappening. The magic!
I put a 50 Rs. note and folded it. Old man took the paper and pressed it to his heart. "I think you don't know the price of DAL (rise)."
"It's almost 4,000/- Rs. per BORI (bag)." Young one was certainly a salesman.
"I cann't give more than this. Take this and relieve the secret." I tried to convince the magicians. It took almost next 5 minutes to disappoint them further in donation.
Old man had already started walking off. "I think you were going to tell me name of my friend cheating me." I didn't shy to ask him. I paid it for that finally.
"That name starts with "M"! - Old man left my office saying so. Young man followed him after having a shake hand with me leaving the magic show open. "AGLE SAL MILTE HAIN!"
I could only hear that old man's last words - "That name starts with "M"!"
In fact, I have no friends whose name starts with M. Uff! Relieved!
Better back to work dear.
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