DM meets up with Santu at the poolside and nearly gives her a colossal neck sprain in the process of halting her often repeated episode of verbal diaorrhoea, wherein she recounts the supreme bliss encountered in the company of mosquitoes, mice, lizards and roaches in the store room.
DM: Arre bus karna Sanntuudi. Chal shaant ho jah. Accha mujhe jo dhand dena hai abhi de de. (here DM is under the erroneous assumption that Santu, as is her standard operating procedure, will not punish him. No fault of his, it is the trait of the "Y" – to discount the obvious!) Phir, subse mahatvapoorna rishta hai nah, mere and tere beech ka, woh …….. Pavagadh chalte hain!
Santu: Pavagadh? Abhi? Nahin malik! Mein Dharampur ki maalkin hoon. I must lead by example. I will serve my "dhand" fully and uphold your self-respect.
Santu marches ahead of DM to go home to the mansion. DM rushes to hold her hand to stop her (he is in a bit of a shock combined with surprise at having had a glimpse of the hitherto invisible "spine"). Song in background "Abhi na jaao chod kar, yeh dil abhi bhara nahin"
Santu: Yeh aap kya kar rahe hain malik? Mujhe rokna aasaan hi nahin, balki naa moomkin hai, woh jaise Don ne kaha tha? Baki sab "dhand" ke baad. Chaliye, lets go home.
DM: Eh Santudi, mein ne kaha nah, tera dhand maaf kar diya. I did not realize that you were doing all this for me. Jo beet gayi, Woh baat gayi? Chal ab, masti bandh haan! Pavagadh chalein?
Santu: Malik, mein ne socha tha ki keval mein dufford hoon. Aaj aap bhi ………. Maan na maan, mein tera mehmaan? You must understand that I must do the right thing now. You know that horrendous verse you used to play in the background? "karyeshu manthri something?" Well, it has to be "Karyeshu daasi, karneshu manthri, bhojeshu maata and shayaneshu rambha"! I have scored A+ in the first three. The last one? well, its your call? I am not sitting on that bed wearing all those stones, looking like a clone named "Subhantu" and waiting for you to threaten me again.
DM: Stunned speechless for once! Ok lets go home. How many more days of "dhand" do you plan to serve? Santu says "jaisa aap chaahe malik".
They reach home. DM walks up the stairs and realizes that Santu has stayed back downstairs. He looks at her questioningly.
Santu: I still have to sing lori for Suraj, bring water, and sleep on the floor. My neck hurts now!
DM (looking desperate now): Eh Champakali, where are you? Jaa abhi Jaa, ghar mein neh jitney bhi woh bhagwan ke photo hein nah, saare ley aa aur mere kamre mein taang dey. Abhi!
Champu: Kyon malik? Bhoot ka saaya hai kya?
DM: (in frustration) Wohi kar joh mein boltha hoon. Mujhe us cheez ki zaroorat hai! Kya kehte hain angrezi mein? "Divine intervention"!
Kumkum Bhagya
Arjun
