A fortuitous juxtaposition
Chandrapur is
a city which lies about 150 kms south of Nagpur. Historically speaking it is a
fort city founded by Khandkya Ballal Shah, a Gond king of the 13th
century. Today it is a throbbing industrial centre in Vidarbha having coal and
limestone deposits in its proximity. Due to the availability of these minerals,
related industry such as cement plants, paper mill, alloy factory and thermal
power project have sprouted all around it. In turn this has triggered its
development and prosperity. The other day I happened to visit this city with my
friend after a long time. This visit rekindled memories of my sojourn here in a
distant past.
I was on a
tour when I had to stay overnight in Chandrapur to expedite the work at hand. I
was staying at a hotel and in the evening stepped out to enter into a nearby
bar and restaurant. As I was sitting alone nursing my first drink of the evening,
another lad entered and occupied the empty table diagonally opposite to where I
was sitting. After he had ordered his drinks I watched the fellow frantically
gesticulating to catch the attention of the overworked waiter in the
understaffed restaurant to get the wall mounted revolving fan switched on.
After observing this exercise in futility for about five minutes I recited an
Urdu couplet for his benefit…
“ Gar tere bajuon
me dum hai
To tu is pankhe ko
hila ke dikha!
Gar nahi, to mere
saath baith, do ghoont pee
Aur pankhe ko hilta
hua dekh!”
Loosely
translated it is – If you possess enough strength in your arms, just show it to
me by making this fan move! If not, then come sit with me, have two sips of my
spirit and watch the fan move all by itself!
I was
successful in catching his attention and he obliged by joining me at my table!
The moment of inspired improvisation when I replaced the word masjid (mosque)
with pankha (fan) in an otherwise well known couplet, garnered me a companion for
the evening which until then had appeared to be a dull one! The fellow went on
to narrate a brief biography of his existence on the planet from his birth
through childhood, courtship, marriage and the delivery of a son just about an
hour ago! He had come in to celebrate his newly acquired status of fatherhood
he told me beaming proudly! I congratulated him and we sat there ignoring the
still and unmoving fan causing a stifling atmosphere and reveled in our
transient intimacy. Our lives crossed paths due to some quirk of destiny on
that late evening in Chandrapur of a distant past, never to meet again. The
district has been now declared as dry. Hence the possibility of such encounters
has reduced dramatically. So in memory of that stranger and co traveler in the
journey of life – Cheers!!
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