Hamlet's Revised Fanfic Collection Index - Page 11

Originally posted by: mirage123

hi hamletfab ud at last dutta will reappear in new avtaar & take kaido ..nana .fight to get naku ud soon

Originally posted by: uwith

hi hamletawesome ud .the leech oldie deserve a kick from dutta ..he should rather kill him.wait is long for naku & danger is too much ..dutta come back soon ..ud soon

Originally posted by: emilymine32

Hi hammie
superb update
evil kaido ne apna asli rang dikha he diya
poor naku hope dutta comes to rescue her soon
waiting for next and thanks for update

Originally posted by: CUTE_SAPNA

hi cute, like i said on your thread,its good to have you back on laagi forum😊

hammie dear, back on this topic. actually i was from 19th but reading all the last 4 chapters😊. read them in hush. wanna read them again & gain , word by word to have an in-depth analysis & then to comment. 😊but have to say what a turn of events. TOTALLY UNEXPECTED & UNPREDICTABLE.
well thanks,very much.. for reading the back log ud's.. yes its had a twist in the story..
and from then current track happening in the ff " no happiness in dsp's life without naku " has been proved yet again.👏 actually um can take my comment as more a reserved one as there is a need to read 5 times more each & evry word. so a full fledged comment after few hours.😊
haain 5 times..😕 oyee they are sooo long.. ek dafa hi pare lo' my labour is rewarded.. you are so gracious..😛

dsp in this ff is having a lot of patience which the real dsp was not having. and in this way dsp in this ff, who is very similliar to the real one, differs also.😊
hey thanks for the final comment.. yes.. he is looking for moderation and discipline in his life.. was known as a waste of space by his family.. yaad haina.. ab aage kya kare ga.. read on the next ud tomm.. cute ,thanks for your lovely comment and looking forward to the next one.. much love hammie

Mishal Raheja

as Dutta

Follow the Heart

Part 15

"Patilvadi,tak.. pun aap bolo kadher jana hai Jogi ji ? replied the trucker. Dutta bowed his head, reached out for Kajri , smoothed her fleece and held her close to his heart to assure her frayed nerves .The trucker collected the Jogi's fallen staff and then led the young Jogi and his mascot to the passenger seat of his massive, decoratively painted vehicle. Dutta shoved his toe knob wooden sandal in the metal foot hoist of the truck and lurched into the passenger seat. Behind the wheel once again, the trucker offered Dutta a drink of water. Dutta accepted with gratitude, but before he quenched his thirst, he poured some out into his palm and held it under Kajri's mouth. Dutta's eyes shone as he watched her headed bopped up and down over his palm and her pink tongue lapped up the water.

"janwaar bezaban hota hai ,kya chata hai, insaan ko samhejna parta hai , ye bhi yaad rehe ke insaan se zayeeda wafadar hota hai". Dutta tipped. The trucker, laughed nervously and wondered what conversation does one make with a Jogi? after all they live life as a recluse. But for killing time in this journey he attempted small talk again..

"aap ne batya nehin Jogi ji.. kadher se aye ho ,aur kadher jana hai? he probed, timidly. Dutta looked ahead at the long grey winding road ,flanked by trees on both sides

" Datta ! Jogi Datta nam hai baache! Patilvadi ke aas pas khain bhi rok lena" Dutta replied icily.. then continued, "you asked, where I came from?..far, but not too far as well.. main apne aap mein tha, kuch jaana ,kuch samjha, aur ab ju jana apne aap mein, use pura kerne jar aha hoon.."Dutta, moralized to the simple trucker, who knew only that jogis were held in reverence. Their wise utterances were never to be challenged just accepted unquestionably. However, he couldn't but help notice the Jogi's name..

"aap ka name.. Datta, dil ko laga mere.." ,Dutta caressed Kajri's silky head, and casually with a tilted head asked,

"aisa kya ajeeb hai mere nam mein? Devta hai! Datta! phele bar tu tum nehin suna hoga?, he said , as he moved his wavy long wind swept tendril away from his face.

"wo.. ek aadmi tha Patilvadi mein, uska nam Dutta tha.. Dutta Bhau! gareebo ka devta tha.. bas ek din ghayeeb!.. log bole, pariwaar se koi jagra hoya.. sab baap ki de hoi zaamen jaidad, chor kar chala gaya! pun saach phoocho tu uske jane se gaon ke logon ka bura hoya. Nana jaisa rakhsash! Patilvadi ke sare zameen aishta aistha harap kar jae ga, koi use poochne wala nehin ab!.. , the trucker reported. Tears gathered in Dutta's eyes ,and in a stifled voice he questioned.

"mukhia, ko batna chahiye logon ko.."but he was cut short by the truckers answer

" bola na mukhiya ko, pun wo bhi NanaTavde jaise shaitaan se darta hai! saach phoocho tu , Jogi Datta, ab tu bhagwan hi bheje kisi Mahadev ko.. ju is Nana ka anth kare! , he yelled with conviction. Dutta pressed his pink lips together and concentrated on the road as it approached some mud houses of the oncoming dwellings. Already his mind was preoccupied and the inner recesses of his heart softened. He spotted a local tea stall and bade the driver to stop for a break, they had already been on the road for over an hour.

The trucker noticed as he sipped piping hot tea from a glass that the Jogi headed for a phone booth. Dutta looked at the vendor of the tea stall ,who obliged him with a wave of his head. Dutta raised his palm, shrugged his wavy hair and dialled the desired number.

"helloo?.. the voice rang into his ears and he became tongue tied, and breathed huskily..

"Bhau!!! I know it's you! see Baji can recognize you even by your silence! where are you? edherich rehe main ata hai Bhau! Bhau?? Bhau?... no good pretending, mera dil janta hai tu hai! bolta kyun nehin?? mohan vart rekha hoya hai tune? Baji protested!

" humm, Baji it's me.. no don't interrupt! don't ask any more questions!.. phone kiya thujhe ,to tell you main abhi bhi hoon.. marra nehin! he said tersely. Baji's mouth quivered, his eyes welled up, at his mate's words

"marre tere dushman Bhau!.. yes you were far from all who love you dearly, but no one thought for once that you were dead...!haan Bhau you were out of sight but not of mind! not a day passes without missing you!.. Bhau bata, lene aya main! lene aya thujhe? Dutta pressed his lips firmly and turned his head the other way and assessed, whatever got into him that he phoned this emotional git! He thought it best to churn up his nasty streak to curb his tears from further spillage before the public. He covered the phone with his palm and scolded Baji..

"hey Baji! bas kar drama! and tell me Naku kaise hai?.. Baji had dreaded that question. He had never imagined Bhau would ring out of the blue! now the reply to his question had to be such , that would deter Bhau from vanishing yet again! but answer he would have to give Bhau.. preferably the truth. But fear invaded his heart as there stood no doubt in his mind that Dutta would recede back from whence he came from. He had to coax back, Dutta to come home, and then together they would go and rescue Naku!

" Baji.. chup kyun hai tu?? how is Naku? jaldi bata! commanded Dutta. Baji conceded with a heavy heart

"Bhau.. wo Nana has moved her to another place to some far off area, of which I know , tu aisa kar main thujhe lene aata hai! and then together we'll go to the place which is within Ratnigiri .." but Dutta cut off the phone! he had heard what he wanted to know. Now it was time to put all his training into practice he thought.. and rested the phone on the cradle and slipped away from the precinct of the tea stall..

The noise of the dead tone pierced Baji's ear and he slapped his thigh in anger! how stupid could he get! so much so for telling Bhau the truth! he's barred me from his life yet again!!

The trucker finished his tea, and looked for this Jogi Datta ,but he was nowhere to be seen! He wiped his brow and headed back to his truck and mused as he resumed his journey..

"aachnak ,he aya meri zindagi mein, aur aachanak he chala gaya.. shayeed raaste mein phir mil jaya..?

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A frazzled, fraught Kaido was rudely shoved into the beithak where Nana sat devouring limo pani with an ice bag on his head. Obviously the man had woken up from his afternoon siesta not withstanding his morning drinking session. Nana glared at Kulte as to why his esteemed guest was manhandled and presented before him unceremoniously. Kulte recognised his master's disdain and offered the maimed dirty old man a chair and sat him down. Kulte moved to his masters side , leaned and whispered the serious incident in his boss's ear. Nana stiffened his shoulders and neck, caressed his moustache and bade his close aide Kulte to leave the room.. Nana took a deep breath and mocked..

"maaf karna Kaido, darru nehin peelaon ga.. bina peeya hi tum ne behooshi ke bewakoof harkat kar dele! itna oochapun kuch jaacha nehin tumhare jaisa umar ke zameendar pe! ek aadmi jis ka itna naam ho.. pun kam itne neech! chi chi! .. aacha nehin kiya tum na Kaido ! wo lardki aage hi tum se lagan nehin karna chahti! ab tu bilkul nehin mane ge!, he threatened and told Kaido off for his assault upon Naku.. but Kaido replied

"ayee Nana! bhaut pyar ahraha hai thujhe achnak is larki par! sab jano mein tu khudh kitna gera hoi aadmi hai! maine kuch bura nehin kiya..sirf .." Nana stood up in a foul temper and warned

" eyee Kaido! jo bhi tune kiya.. kafi hai thujhe undar karwana ke liye.. sooch aagar ye lardki thane chali gaya.. tu kiya hoga? zabardasti kerne par hum dono hi undar ja sakte hain, is liye tera liya bather hoga , ke tu kuch dino ke liye is ghar se aur Nakusha se dor rehe.. baad mein soochian ge , ke chalaki se lagan karlien ge.. maagar saadagi se.. Nakusha ko aur duniya ko bhi na pata chale ke kiya ho raha hai.." schemed Nana..

Kaido in his desperation refused to comply with Nana's plan. His obsession was with Nakusha's youthful beauty.His confidence was that his lucrative back ground would keep her latched on to him for life. In fact, she would also fare well as his lifelong carer! So eventually he compromised and agreed to lie low for some time, till his rather heinous onslaught on Nakusha's virtue , subsides.. but barefaced that he was, there was no remorse within him.. just regret he didn't get his way!

Babi stood pasted at the door and easily gathered the gist of the conversation between Nana and the repulsive Kaido. Much relieved she broke the news to Naku and both hugged each other and breathed a sigh of relief. Both stood before Bappa and worshipped their deity with immense gratifications that yet again Bappa had granted them respite with bought time..

" ab is mein Bappa ka kiya bheed hai ? she mused aloud and Babi maa consoled her

"tu apne himmat banaye rekh Naku.. yakeen ker ke Bappa tere saath kuch bura nehin hone de ga" she was stopped from further instruction ,when a noise in a the animal pen could be heard outside. Both women stepped out in the dark night ,that rang with the electric cricket chirp .. Naku held the lantern high up and peered into the goat and sheep pen.. they were just restless she checked their water trough. It was empty and needed to be replenished. She did the needful and then retired , with the thought.. why did Nana leave the cattle unattended, uncared for? could he be so heartless , unconcerned about their fodder and sanitation? She of course had no answers.. and to seek them she would have to approach him, that which she pointedly wished to avoid.. she didn't want him to come up with more of his evil warped discussions with her.. hence best let sleeping dog lie.. she reckoned sadly and wiped a tear..

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Baji drove around with emotional baggage and had anticipated he would come across the person he usually off loaded upon. But he missed her. Irritated he swerved his jeep off the main muddy road that led into Patilvadi and entered into the tight lanes that led into the inner shops and bazaar.This much he knew being the busy body of their village that Roop's father owned a haberdashery. With a screech of his brakes he halted his jeep right before the shop. Roop's father came out hurriedly and folded his hands before Baji and greeted

"namaskar Baji Bhau! kaise ana hoya? Baji behind his wheel smiled nervously and felt stupid.. now surely he couldn't say he came to meet his daughter Roopvati.. he rolled his eyes and his mind ticked away to give the simple old man a plausible answer

"wo kakka, maine ne kurta bunwana tha'.. kapre bhi beechte ho kya? Baji asked sheepishly as he jumped out of his jeep and rolled and shifted his eyes to locate Roops. He had no other choice except that of going into the shop. Roops who stood behind the fabrics counter was gobsmacked to find her silly dimpled boy man in her father's shop. Baji glared at her and jerked his head and signalled to come outside. She anticipated something must have happened? Baji was led by Roops father towards the material and ordered his daughter..

"beta , koi print dekha Baji Bhau ko, kurta silwana hai".. Roops did as asked and Baji, asked her through his naughty glances , which pattern to select. She ran her palm over a maroon batik print and Baji with a shy dimpled smile turned his head towards the tailor and decided..

"kakka ye chale ga! ab aap jaldi se naap lo, mujhe bhaut kam hai.. aur haan, kakka main aye ga phir kurta lena, kuch roz baad!" he glanced at Roops and hoped she got the message loud and clear that he needed to see.. now it was up to this Roops to give her excuse and step out of the shop.. he got into his jeep and drove down to their usual destination.. Roops, supplied the obvious excuse , since it was lunchtime..

"babba main khana le ker aati hoon.." and she left the shop rather briskly and her father mused

"bahut jaldi mein hai ye lardki.." Baji sat on the grass with his knees up and bored pulled blades of grass. He screwed up his nose, while he looked out for her arrival. At last she showed up! walked at first ,then sped across the field . Her ghaghra swished around as she kicked it's ends as she ran. Baji looked at her as she finally collapsed breathless and cross legged on the grass.. Baji asked

"Roops ke baachi! kya jhoot bol ke aaye hai apne babba se? zarra main bhi tu sunu kitne chalo hai tu" Roops stretched her hand and boxed his arm and replied

"I never lie Baji , jhoot tu bolta hai.. "kurta silwana hai" my left toe!.. main tu babaa ko bola , kahana lene ja rehe hoon.. so now tell me whose the greater liar ,you or me? she flirted. Baji's face clouded and he replied, grimly

" haan bit of liar I am Roops... today I should be happy, Roops! Bhau ka phone aya mujhe.." Roops yelled

" saachi? oohhh Baji that's great news! no wonder you wanted to share it with me straightaway.. aacha tell me , how is he? and where is he ? and wait a minute why are you not with him? Baji, waved his palm before her to slow down and in an off key manner responded

"itne sare sawal Roops! train ke mafak bolte he jati hai ! ghup! nehin hai Bhau mere saath! pun theek hai.. zayeeda kuch nehin bola apne bare mein.. Naku ka poocha us na.." and he faltered and Roops went

"aur tune kya bola..? tell me, he must be devastated..? Baji shook his head morosely

"Roops.. yehe tu lotcha kiya maine ! only told him part of the story,that Nana has moved her, Roops! mujhe daar tha use pure baat batie tu , he would hate me for not keeping an eye on Naku.." Roops interrupted

"maagar Bajirao, that's not true! tune tu uska peecha kiya , it's you who knows where she is! Baji become dewy eyed and his voice cracked

"I didn't tell him the exact location, in fact told him to return, so that both him and me ,together can rescue Naku! but, he never gave me the chance! Bhau put the phone down on me Roops! now he's vanished again and cut me out of his life!, but worse still Roops, I didn't tell him that wo salla kamina Kaido was involved largely! I withheld information from Bhau! protested Baji, as he struck the grass underneath him with his fist, angrily.

"look Baji stop beating yourself, you meant well, who knows what Dutta Bhau would have done after finding out that Kaido orchestrated Naku's move?? it's ok calm down" Roops consoled

"kaise na apne ko line pe rekhoon Roops? I didn't tell him the whole truth, so that wo wapis ghar aaye phele , pun lotecha ho gaya mere se! because Bhau na mujhe he choona laga diya Roops! Baji rehe ga Bhau ka chela!, wo rehe ga mera baap! he moaned bitterly. Roops shook her head and sighed

"Baji rao.. grow up! please.. ghum ghum ke ek hi baat, insecurity over your friendship with Bhau! yaad karo some time ago you harped on about having faith in friendship.. so let him be. you'll have to Baji ! you don't have another choice. Trust Dutta Bhau ,that he will contact you again Baji! when he is ready to share more of his life with you, he will.. you know him more about him then I do.. but the little that I know off him, Dutta Bhau kerta wohi hai, ju uske maan mein aata hai. so let's be happy that he is well and that he spoke to you at least.. briefly , though.. tuna soocha Baji..he rang you only, the fact that he asked you about Naku, goes to show that he didn't contact Naku first ,but you! kuch tu bond hoga uska tera saath Baji..think about it "Roops concluded, and Baji reached out for her hand and looked at her tenderly..

"marry me Roops ke baachi.. kya bolte tu? Roops laughed and asked fully animated,

"haan, kab? Baji sniggered and replied plainly but definitively..

"jab Bhau laut aya ga Roops.. without him I can't imagine taking any major steps in my life.. haan ye saach hai ,that Bhau knew from the beginning that muhje tu pasand hai. so sorry jaldi mein lardki!! thura wait kerna pare ga thujhe.. wait kare ge na?,he asked innocently.. Roops nodded and then raised herself to her feet ready to leave..

" tera Bhau ne sab kuch hold pe rekha hai! apna aur hamra lagan bhi!.. anyway, we both wait for his return ,like Naku! but abhi main chale gi , have to take babba's lunch to him.." Baji watched her leave and yelled behind her,

"eyeee Roopvati! edhur udher koi ankh mataka nehin!.. ab you are spoken for! Roops turned around and wiggled her thumb and stuck her tongue out at Baji.. who fell backwards on the grass as if shot dead!

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Hurriedly he slipped away from behind the tea stall and wrinkled his brow as he surveyed the area.. It was some form of a small village dwelling. With beads around his neck, a wooden staff in one of his hands, he dragged his wooden single knob clogged feet across the the small stretch of road. Dutta saw it twisted ahead and veered off to the small cluster of mud houses that he could make out from the rear of the tea dhabba. It would be unprofitable presently ,to even recall the information that Baji had imparted,he needed to mull over it. For now, it was imperative that he gave his immediate actions a thought. Moreover, Kajri was getting restless she needed to be fed. So once again Dutta entered the small neck of the woods that overlooked the road. Kajri he let loose immediately, and she pranced about happily, munched at a huge selection of glossy leaves. Dutta turned to the other edge of the woods, farthest away from the road, that was fairly close to the little hamlet. While Kajri played and relaxed in the limited woods. Dutta found a tree trunk that curved into a hammock shape. He lowered himself into the dip and sighed completely exhausted. He rested his head on the curved tree trunk, folded his arms and brushed back his wavy shoulder length hair from his forehead and neck. He felt his lips and peered ahead into nothingness and thought long and hard. Baji gave him the news that has shook him up. Now he has to decide how he is to react. He flared his nostrils and reflected aloud.. well. he'll look for her! that is her expectation!. He mused irately, and what about Dutta who loves Naku?. is that not his expectation too, that he seek her?Dutta clarified the cobwebs in his mind.. surely it is a challenge to his masculinity, his sense of being her protector,this should have come to him spontaneously! He chided himself as he smoothed his beard angrily and pressed his upper lip under his bottom teeth! He closed his eyes, sighed and his soul cried out, it will be a laborious task Naku to find you.. haan you would have said , Saab! Baji ke maadat lo! he knows where I am, but tu jante hai Naku! ye mare jang hai! tera use kamine tau se! ekele he dhoonde ga thujhe! aur ekle he Nana Tavde se thujhe chorrie ga! bas tu intezzar kerna apne Saab ka...he mumbled...and dozed off with fatigue , he hadn't eaten for days..

Kajri jumped up on his belly and he woke up with a start! she trembled. He looked around and knew these woods were not dense enough to contain wild animals. He leant forward, hauled himself up and smoothed his saffron robe, gathered his sack, hung it on his shoulder. He heard voices, children's laughter and the chatter of women. Very soon a couple of young lads came running out of the clearing and stopped short! as they took account of this figure. Dutta was pleased when he realized , that in these remote rural areas, his status and semblance was recognizable! courtesy of how he appeared. The lads greeted him, and then reached out to cuddle Kajri with their tubby little hands. After they had played with Kajri they ran and held on to Dutta's fingers and pulled him down to the forest floor and insisted that the Jogi tell them a story. Dutta smiled at them.. and put his arms around each one's shoulder as one sat against both his sides and he began..

"tu sune shri Ram ji aur Sita ji ke kahani..in his guttural voice, He narrated the domestic scenario of the jealous mother who wanted shri Ram out of Ram ji's royal house! because she wanted her son as king. The boys eyes lit up as Datta Jogi, spoke about shri Ram's heroic valour, when he broke the gilt bow and thus won the hand of the fair Sita ji's hand in marriage. Dutta tightened his arms around the boys shoulders and narrated, how Ram and Sita lived in exile for fourteen years, how Lakhsman followed his older brother and his vahini into the forest and looked after her whilst Rama went out and hunted for food! then Dutta frowned and gave his voice intonation and narrated about the ten headed monster ravana! who kidnapped Sita ji and carried her off to the destination of Lanka! The boys got impatient and wanted to know about the end of the story.. Dutta gently and calmly replied ..

"shri Ram, phir gaya aur Sita maaiya ko dhoond nikala! aur ravana ka sar dhar se alag kar diya! aur phir hasi kushi apne ghar laut gaye! he said jubilantly and the lads too shouted and pulled Dutta's arm..

"Jogi ji dosseri khane ab sunao! , Dutta chuckled and pointed to some young women who rushed in through the young trees. It was obvious they were the mothers of these boys and they did come down on their heads like a ton of bricks but Dutta as he sat in lotus position, raised his palm and appealed for calm. The mothers heeded and instead leapt forward and touched his knees but he discouraged them by a chid

" devi phele baachon se tu phooch lo , yahan mere pas kya kar rehe the?.. the women were at a loss and Dutta explained

"kahane sun rehe the mujh se.. bolo baachon kiske kahane the ? and they yelled immersed in excitement

"maa , shri Ram ke kahane sunye thi Jogi ji ne.." Dutta suddenly pulled out his bansuri from his cloth tote bag , and slanted it against his lips and his fingers moved up and down on the holes that caught his breath and notes flowed out.. the women danced devotedly to the bhajans he played. Once he stopped, the women suggested in great humility

"Jogi ji aap chalien hamre saath ,hamra gaon mein..ye pas he hai jungle se wo nazar ah raha hai.." Dutta looked up to the skies and reflected.. Naku tu mere liye parthana kar rehe hogi.. tabhi tu Bappa na raasta dekha diya..

Dutta gathered his robe, held his staff and walked behind the women and children to their nearby gaon. Kajri soon caught on, that she was to follow closely at Dutta's heel. Dutta reached the village and meandered through the narrow lanes , all along during short interludes he played his bansuri and kept a constant eye on the railings of the houses ,in case Naku on hearing his bansuri would come out joyously! Thus, Dutta started his search for his beloved Naku. His one post sandals clip clopped gently on as he travelled through this village he was invited into. Graciously he was offered food and the head man insisted that he stay the night in his house. But Dutta turned down the kind invitation and explained that he was on a mission in search of love. so he would have to continue his travels and begged for his leave. The villagers , elders understood that to be, the Jogi's love for eternal truth.

However before he left he asked for his bearings regarding the area to be clarified. The village elders told him that the area that he sat in was Patilvadi. Dutta held his breath and his heart cried out to gather news about his home about his brother, Kadam as mukheyai, but he showed restrain as it would be a dead giveaway. As a sadhu, he had to been seen as one who lives away from his family. But what Dutta sought actively, was the name of their village.They called it Mangalvadi, close to Patil Vadi..But Dutta itched to know more about other minor villages in Ratnagiri.. where they thought it would be useful for him to spread the message of spiritually amongst the people. One of the village elders announced ,that there was one such small obscure village situated at the very ends of Ratnagiri..plagued by the demon Nana Tavde! whose arms of iniquity stretched from Patilvadi, Mangalvadi, to. .. Dutta's eyes shone with fire and he asked keenly

" gaon ka naam batao ! udher hi meri zaroorat hai! the gathering of elders agreed that village needed salvation, badly.. but Dutta literally gave up his tranquil demeanour and scolded the people with authority

" gaon ka naam kya hai? waqat nehin hai mere pas!

"Ramnagar! Dutta stood up! gathered his Kajri from the little boys , raised his arm in peace and blessings for the villagers, and with staff in hand he cut through the woods and walked towards the few trees and stood on the road yet again..The signpost read Patil Vadi. Dutta gulped as tears of weakness swept in his heart .He twitched his jaw as he tried to fight off his desire to go to his village..

On the grey long road he turned in the opposite direction to the sign post that weakened him. What was the point? Naku was not there! but his ears buzzed with the sound

"pun tere Bhau ,tera ghar tu hai Dutta.. jaye ga nehin dekhne, Patil Nivas kis haal mein hai? it was his babba's voice.. whenever his life went through a rough patch..babaa like a guardian angel turned up and gave him some cryptic message. So he turned around and was home ward bound..

Soon it was dark and under cover of darkness he crept through the familiar streets where once he stalked with great clout as the youngest son of the honest, just and generous mukiya siri Ram Patil.. now he was stripped of his titles , but none the lesser ,in fact he felt a certain dominance of love in his life. Kajri became restless , and every so often ,she stopped and scraped her hooves on the home soil. Dutta feared , she might bleat and run towards the house, so he scooped her up and bundled her in his shoulder sack and hoped she sensed there was danger about. When it was safe, his feet stopped a little away from his home. His eyes brimmed with tears, as he silently witnessed the mud house from far.. he yearned to go in but instead he just, stretched his hand and felt the mud boundary of his home. As if by magic the door opened and the one person who loved him sincerely ,Daksha! stood before him. Being in family way, now was clearly evident! his heart leapt with joy! as he silently thanked Bappa for how well she looked.. upon seeing a Jogi outside her front door nearly startled her , but she said in a kind tender voice..

"Jogi maharaj! roko yahan par , main ap ke liya kahna late hai". Dutta nodded silently and fought himself for wanting to call out her name! she returned and offered him warm food wrapped in a newspaper. Dutta accepted with a nod and with one palm raised he commanded ,

"bolo devi kya maangti ho?.. Daksha's face saddened and she wept

"mahraj! parathana karo ke is ghar ke mardoon ko, bazzaro auratien ke adda se chutkara mile! Her words pierced Dutta's heart like a double edged sword.. and he became speechless for a moment ,then consoled

"devi tum chinta maat karo, is halat mein theek nehin tumhara liya.. baghwan sab teekh kare ga, kush raho! he blessed her, then quietly slipped away into the shadowy lane past Patil Nivas.. Daksha watched the long haired, tall saffron robed, holy man. Strangely enough, she felt in her heart of hearts that she knew him..

Dutta, literally twitched his jaw in anger as he approached the seedy corner,tucked away to the sides of the village, the doubled story brothel house. Music blared from it! accompanied by the sounds of dancing bells,ghungaroos! A crowd of betel nut chewing, obese pot bellied men with , silky open collared shirts stood at the bottom of the stairs of the khota! yelled profanities and laughed lewdly ..Dutta fumed at the sight of this den of immorality! ..

He fished out his damru from his shoulder cloth and shook it thunderously! as he tapped the ground loudly with his wooden staff. The punters before the brothel were dumbstruck to find a Jogi in the red light district! But Dutta was full of inferno! and he raised his saffron robed arms and roared!!

"jai bhole Nath! Jai bhole Nath! his wide wrists spun as he snapped ,beat the cadence of his handheld damru. It sounded off, accompanied by the knock, tap, and thud of his staff on the ground! then full of rage he struck customers out of his way with his staff ,charged himself up to the room where the mujra carried on! furiously he ripped the hanging bead strings and bellowed!

"jai bole Nath! , the dancer ended her dance number and darted to the side room! pimps attempted to restrain him! and he glared at them with authority. Face reddened with adrenaline, with beads of sweat on his nose.. the bai of the brothel, screamed at her pimps

"nehin!! haat maat lagna ise! bhole Nath ka kehar pare ga!..and she bowed with folded arms before him. He brushed her aside with the show of his palm and then glared at the three tamashbein! His Bhau... he pushed the lump in his throat, shrugged his shoulder length hair to cover most of his face from his brother.. and then from behind it he slowly raised his arm and pointed to his brothers, huddled together on a white sheet on the floor.. and to the musicians he ordered to play Shiv's tandev rhythm!

"Bajao shiv ke tandev ka saaz! samjhe lo tumhara anth dor nehin! he bellowed and then turned to his brothers..

"aur tum! apne ko mard khete ho! ghalat! saacha mard wo hota hai ju, apne pati ka ho ke raha! uske surakhsa kare.. pun tum kaise mard ho ju patni ka haq baazaari aurat ko de rehe ho? .. aur tum.. mukhiya ho! is gaon ke! jabhi tu Shiv ka kehar barse ga tum aur tumhare gaon par! laut jaon apne ghar ko! and aagar shanti chate ho zindagi mein tu dobara is narag mein nehin aao ge! jai! paise aagar smabhala nehin jata tu kisi maandir mein daan kar doon.. pun khote mein ghota maat karo ! jaon apni pati ke pas! har ghar mein ek patni , apne pati ka intazzar kar rehe hai... Bhole Nath! maafi de do in behke hoi logon ko! he preached .. and with his staff he smashed the bottles of cheap whisky lying on the floor! Dutta's bhau scrambled to their feet and hurriedly slipped on their shoes and thumped down the stairs.. Dutta, gave a final spin of his damru! raised his arms, and yelled jai Shiva ! and then left the khota .. in complete shambles but downstairs he was greeted.. and his garment felt by the frightened men..Dutta looked at them with a fixed stare and then parted his hair from his face and took himself away from the unholy place..

He walked away from Patil Vadi and took refuge in the woods that overlooked his father's plantation.. and he stood and looked across to the tilla, his haunt and his banyan tree.. he now allowed the tears in his eyes to pour out and he wept aloud..in his solitude..

"baabaa main ab jano ,why you sent me back to Patil Vadi..to show me the injustice your daughter in laws are suffering at the hands of your married sons! babaa I did what my heart told me to do.. I followed my heart..

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Dutta continued his journey from village to village, but this time it was to earn a square meal for himself by, playing bhagans on his bansuri. Mostly the women came out and gave him food, and fodder for his lamb.. He in turn blessed them.. abundantly and soon realised that the less one had in terms of worldly goods, the more magnanimity the less fortunate folks showed..

The day finally dawned when Dutta arrived in the radius of Ram nagar, he saw the signpost loud and clear. Ahead he saw the green, tree clad mountain and directly underneath a few dwellings. Mostly he made out from the distance, that it was mainly farmed land and golden fields. Wheat harvest was still underway ,and he saw specks of farmers reaped busily, the harvest of their sweat and blood.. they poured in during plantation time only a few months again. Tired he sat on the small wall of the signpost and said loudly..

"and Dutta it's time now to harvest the crop of your love.. bas Bappa jaldi se Naku se milwa de.. main tu janta bhi nehin ,who kis ghar mein mile ge?" he blushed and combed his hair back from his forehead with his fingers.. and then noticed a small market. He needed water his throat was parched. He stopped by a kiosk and asked

"pani mele ga ,baache?.. Naku recognized that voice, and she squeezed Babi's arm who haggled her desired price with the sabzi wala! Naku reeled around and caught the rear view of some tall sadhu mahraj! with shoulder length wavy hair..she was greatly dismayed. No, she hallucinated... Babi turned and yelled

" Naku! Bappa kadher chali gaye hai ye larki! Naku!.. Dutta turned slowly and faced the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world.. Naku! yelled Babi again and she turned away from this tall bearded Jogi! and walked to Babi.. with tears in his eyes his mouth parted and he called out softly behind her..

Naku... to be continued Hamlet53, 22.5.15

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