Painful Rapture thread3 last part/ p.133~ 28.12.12 - Page 65

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Mishal Raheja as Major Dutta Patil

Painful Rapture~ Chapter 67

"to be wise and love, exceeds man's might" Shakespeare

With long strides in his brown leather dockers Dutta made it to this group of officers Bradley, Jane, Clementine, Rose and Patsy. Dutta smiled with some difficulty as he brushed the side of his strong nose with his folded knuckle, "umm hope you haven't waited long on my account" he, apologized, and soon after pushed his two hands in his jacket pockets. Bradley put his arm around Dutta's broad shoulders, "yes Major, the wait was worth the while as you consented", he said warmly as they all headed towards the local pub. Dutta glanced sideways at the junior officers with them as well, was this appropriate? he thought, but dismissed the notion when he concluded that may be here this was allowed perhaps ,however he would maintain his subordinate and insubordinate limit at all times. Before he knew it , Jane came over and looped her arm tenderly in his .Dutta cringed both bodily and mentally , how dare the cheeky woman! and he pointedly yanked his hand out of his jacket and freed his arm and briskly walked ahead with Bradley. Bradley, looked at him sideways, and advised "relax Dutta, she's nothing that you can't handle, pretty harmless, she'll give up in the end! so just act normal, like a couple of decent folks going down to the pub". Dutta bit his lip and replied, "that's not the bloody point Bradley ,it's just that I am a bit taken aback by the sheer brazenness of Major Ashworth, she knows I am married and all, but it makes no damned difference to her!" he leaned and growled at Bradley ,who chuckled and quipped, "look being married does not change your hands off! unapproachable stud like image does it? that's your selling point Dutta! tell you what! maybe you should change your war stratagem and make a couple of sniper passes hits at her where it hurts!" laughed Bradley with a wink, and Dutta went in a manner that he would adopt with Baji went,"nahin! erhh I mean no! categorically negative! more like bruise her ego!, he mused nastily mighty irritated by the lose woman!, but he knew he had to show professional respect. So when Jane caught up and Dutta loomed tall between the two contemporary officers, he decided to shelve her assault as closed subject.They walked past the parade of shops. Dutta looked keenly around as many of the shops understandably were closed as it was beyond trading hours except for the local off licence and the newsagent minimart. So he smiled at the thought, our people work beyond official opening and closing times, how enterprising. Bradley noted that Dutta looked perplexed at the sign off licence," this dear man is as you can see from the shop window the liquor store.." Dutta smiled he thought of how Baji would have loved a romp around this one. He raised an eyebrow and sided his head , "so Bradley without wishing to be rude there is no dearth of the drink of the gods in this land, dare I say, drinks of many foreign gods as well , pretty heavenly privilege I would say" he chuckled, but added on with a touch of home ground pride, "but I tell you Bradley there's nothing like my local booze that which we call tharra! if you haven't tasted that then you haven't entered the heavenly realms! Dutta winked. Bradley was pleased the guest was beginning to cool off a bit. As they continued their walk, Dutta wondered how long the distance was , he was keen to ask many questions like a curious child , such was the fascination of one in a foreign land, "so tell me Bradley why is the drinking joint called a local here, he asked, Bradley nodded, "now Dutta many people refer to a pub as their "local", it means their preferred pub, near their home that they visit regularly, they may have their localised , preffered seat and are referred to a regular in the premises." explained Bradley. Dutta with hopeful eyes furrowed his eyebrows slightly and queried ,"so does that mean that we are nearing our destination than Bradley?, Bradley nodded ,yes we are and viola there it is Dutta look!"Dutta turned and in the distance he saw the local.. "the Hound and Hare". The lovely pub sign above the blocked entrance was flat to the wall and not hung high up, in the more traditional way, at right angles to the building so it could be easily seen by passers by. Fascinated they entered and Dutta wide eyed noted the pub's interior which retained it's low ceiling, original low wooden beams, narrow corridors and small rooms, and in fact the building impressed him with the charm it deserved. In fact he shrewdly also noticed, a sensitive, well designed extension was built onto the rear of the building to house a restaurant and kitchen, thus ensuring the continued success of the business and the preservation of this historic building .He was interrupted by Jane and Bradley, "ok Dutta let's sit down". With eyes that shifted like a lion he gazed at the seating areas ,which were essential seating in a real British pub, comfortably and richly upholstered custom-built continuous 'benching' that hugged the inside walls of the room the pub section, like this one, they were going to sit in. Dutta looked down and felt the material with his manicured slender fingers, and Jane remarked ,"now Major as a general rule, the settles in public bars tend to be upholstered in ox-blood or dark green coloured heavy bottom-backed vinyl and settles in the more plush lounge rooms are upholstered with often tapestry-patterned heavy duty draylon or velour, like this one we are sitting on," she informed him ,and he give a small slanted smile as this was how he expected her to behave with him, informative , to the point and distant.

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Dutta also noticed it was a crowded pub, and space was at a premium and the tables here were, heavy and solid lest drinks be spilled accidentally, by people brushing past. His eyes caught the range of other dark, rich mahogany topped rectangular and circular tables, in other parts of the pub, which had traditional cast iron bases. Dutta, ran his fingers on the table they sat, but instead of being engaged in conversation he took in as much as he could of this place. His eyes roved over to the traditional, pub bar which was made from yet again, good quality mahogany with a deep dark polish capable of resisting surface damage from dripped or spilt drinks, how very practical and custom built for the business ,he pondered, may be he should get his bar service area transformed into a classic wood look he thought adventurously, but abandoned the idea as he surmised it would be whimsical an idea as who were the boozers in his household ,him and that nautanki Baji!. Bradley and Jane invited him over to the bar, where he further noted , there were movable plastic 'sop' trays, grated to catch the drips where pints of beer were, so the pints could be rested after they have been poured or pulled from the pumps before the customer took their drink to their table. Bradley took the orders and relayed them to the ever so occupied shirt sleeved but smart young bar tenders. Once they received their drinks , Dutta with elbows pressed against the bar service sank his mouth into the froth of the draught and some of the froth caught the stubble above his top lip. As he relished his drink with narrow sided looks he checked out Bradley, and past him also being ever observant as one foreigner does to blend in the local flavour and trend. With interest he noted the usage of and put to practice ,the small beer towels and beer mats to protect the bar. Gradually as, Dutta downed his draught ,his fingers felt yet another feature of this traditional pub, a bar rail, which was a heavy brass rail in front of and level with the bar surface, on the customers side. Bradley latched on to Dutta's keen sense of observation and further informed him by leaning back and peering down, "here Dutta , just above floor level, there's a second continuous heavy brass bar for resting one of your feet on if you are drinking at the bar!" he paused briefly and smiled and then continued, "or, Dutta one can use this to increase their stature when vertically challenged ! ummh little, when trying to get the attention of the bar staff at busy times, but you my good man are tall enough to make yourself heard and dare I say throw your weight along too!" he guffawed. But Jane who stood beside Dutta also at the bar much to his dismay and discomfort, pressed her upper arm into him and added ,"now Dutta, word has it that the upper brass bar is used to enable people to steady themselves as the night progresses and the room starts to sway..", she tittered as she gazed up at his unimpressed hard profile. With a twitched jaw he turned towards Bradley at the bar, as they drank their beer this time, "ok educate me Bradley about this place. then?" Dutta challenged his colleague with a devilish glint in his eye. Bradley sat on the high stools and explained with a nervous laugh," boy this is a bit sudden Dutta , I thought you'd know already?" and when he noted that Dutta raised his eye brows and pulled the corners of his stubble face right down to his indented chin, so Bradley responded, "now this might be news to you mate, that the word 'Pub' is short for 'public house' and be in no doubt that, to the publican, or landlord as he/she is called here, this is his home that is open to the public!" Dutta, was mightily surprised by this revelation, "what Bradley !so anybody can bloody pop in here and behave disorderly, and he the land lord tolerates that?.Bradley corrected "oh no Dutta , the landlord has considerable powers to permanently ban those people that fall short of the set rules of reasonable conduct, also he is supported by the local bobbies, so basically he can jolly well say to the unruly lot they are no longer welcome in his house!" affirmed Bradley. Dutta, further asked, "so tell me then Bradley , are they just used for drinking then?, "actually not Dutta ,they're used for celebrations ,for gelling the local community together, plus as they are open nowadays at most times of the day ,they are great places to acquire a traditional British pub lunch, so now the working class can also make use of this facility" explained Bradley. Music played over the busy chatter of people and Dutta screwed his nose to make sense of the rhythm. Jane noticed as she studied his profile and jolted his shoulder with hers, "wondering about the tunes major? well, they vary ,so don't take this mood to be everywhere, clubs and bars in the UK are extremely varied, and they will often play different types of music on different nights. If you live in a city, you're likely to find club nights to suit every music taste, whether that might be hip-hop, metal, alternative, drum 'n' bass or house "she informed him ,and he smiled as he turned towards her,"ummh you seem to know a lot about this Major Ashworth", she smiled back ,pleased she made some head way with him, and replied," oh yes Major I would know, I am a home grown product, besides I am a city girl, you know been places, you must allow me to take you out to check out some spots!," she hinted with a naughty smile. Bradley leaned over the bar and glared at her "no thank you very much Janie dear, the man has come here under his country's defence monies to learn about defence tactics, not to bloody pub brawl all over the land ,so I suggest if you must educate him do in it in the relevant medium"! he shouted ,but Jane, defended, "oh stop being such an boring old by the booker! why I am showing the Major a bit of British culture now what's wrong with that?" she said innocently, Bradley cut in ,"since when has the army allowed you to side track, to assume the role of culture secretary then?", Dutta intervened and stood up straight and spread his palms, "ok, pack it in the pair of you! and ummh Bradley, come on show me around, this place.." he suggested to diffuse the situation as he noted in the distance the sound of noisy clapping and cheering amongst a group of people. Bradley took him by the arm to the area which attracted Dutta's attention, "here is the dartboard section of the pub, look Dutta as you can see it is free for all to watch for people who want to aim, the whole point is to promote healthy competition and bravado!. Dutta's face beamed as his palms itched to play, one of the locals a friendly old guy with a peak cap invited him, "want to have a try young man? I know you guy excel at cricket! let's see what you can do at darts? winners I buy you a round, losers you buy me a round!" challenged the old man. Dutta amid whistles and cheers held the dart between his thumb and his pointer and middle fingers and checked out the wall mounted large dart board. Like all dartboards this pub one too, was set up with three main areas, the single area, the double ring, and the triple ring. Dutta , pulled his lower lip in and pulled his mouth as he mused, that the ring on the outermost edge of the board was the double. If he hit a number in that ring, he would get two marks, or, double points. He knew that he needed to aim his dart at the thin, inside ring for the triple , for triple points. He moved his head to the side, his eyes filled with the confidence of a good military rifle marksman. He studied again with narrow lion like eyes the target before him, the green bull's-eye area a single, the red a double. He intelligently interpreted his mind set plus his vision , that from outside to in, the dartboard was arranged as double ring, single area, triple ring, single area, green bull's-eye, red bull's-eye. He lurched forward a wee bit and darted straight into the bulls eye! there was a loud cheer, "brilliant now I have to buy you a round son!" said the old man, Dutta bowed shyly but his heart sank at the word son, and he raised his palm, "no Sir, the drinks are on me!" he announced, and the mixed age group of men were impressed by the generosity of this young stranger. Dutta led and the rest followed as drinks were ordered and consumed. Eventually, after having received some back slapping for his participatory win, Dutta, and the rest of the officers sat back in their benching space, with yet another round of pints!. Dutta looked at the bar and noticed some young girls and boys dressed in black, boldly tailored outfits , both boys and girls wore hair that was unconventional and stood out in spikes or mid shaved , dyed in bright hues of green, fuchsia. Their ears right around the cartilage areas were spiked or hooped with rings. Out of interest Dutta noted the females of the group wore black eye makeup in and around their eyelids Jane noted his interest and commented "Gothic kids Major!".. something told him that their presence was incongruous amongst the rest of customers of the crowd, it was clear they appeared more than sixteen but were they really? he wondered.. he questioned Bradley, "to me it seems Bradley that even youngsters can walk in here and be served alcohol without being challenged, take a look at that lot at the bar" he alerted, Bradley gulped his beer," yep Dutta you watch , soon they'll be asked for proof of age, an ID, like a bus pass, will have to be produced ,or better still a passport that confirms their age, for you know Dutta here the legal age for alcohol is eighteen years ,and for smoking its sixteen, so you see this is pretty foul proof, there take a look ,for lack of proof they are being escorted by bouncers i.e , security men as we call them" Bradley explained to a cautious Dutta. Dutta too, much relived, noted that the underage youngsters despite some resistance for being manhandled, finally were forced to vacate the pub!. Dutta , still asked Bradley,"what about shops ,surely they can buy,alcohol from the shops? Bradely again shook his head ,"no Dutta they will asked for age related ID again ,besides it's an offence to sell alcohol to under age customers, he shop keepers know the law."confirmed Bradley. Next Dutta, turned to the female officers on his table, "tell me ladies, without wishing to imply that you cannot look after yourselves, how do you manage to keep safe, I mean I would imagine that this sort of socialising in bars and clubs was a great way that you have interacted with people in night outs! ,you know these places could be targeted by lurking thieves" he cautioned. Clementine, with a small smile ,replied ,oh we knew that since we became old enough to be allowed in such places, even now one just has to careful about one's belongings and keep them with ourselves, but in clubs Major there are paid for facilities offered that keep your belongings safe in a cloak room" she explained. But Dutta still questioned the safety issues, "again without wishing to sound sexist, as females how do you tackle the issue of drinks spiked with drugs?" he asked as he looked at the female officers, this time Patsy responded. "you are correct there are occasional incidents of women's spiked drinks especially in clubs, but we can combat it with simple measures like refrain from leaving our drink unattended, and basically it's best if one hangs around and stick to friends", Dutta bowed his head gently ,"I am sure ladies that none of you came across such problems as you seem strong women who practice common sense," he praised them with a slow shy slanted smile. Bradley, looked at his watch, with "any more questions you have Dutta?", who moved his bottom and placed his elbows on the table and held his palms loose and nodded once "yes Bradley, tell me about the booming pub business? He said with a chuckle as he concluded that Baji would be interested in the answer. Bradley replied "well Dutta, I am afraid an estimated twenty pubs close down permanently each year across the country as life styles change and large profit-led companies, who these days manage them, ruthlessly axe pub businesses that do not make them sufficient profit. Pubs have always had an important social function in community life, so it's a shame to see this occurrence. Plus, Dutta there has been fairly recently, an explosive growth nationally in the number of shops and supermarket chains selling, competitively, the full range of alcoholic drinks for home consumption, and pubs have had to change their business philosophy to tempt customers from their homes and away from these cheaper sources of alcohol for home use. So, my friend the future of a typical UK pub shows a rather worrying downard trend", he outlined, and Dutta commented dryly, "so in other words there has to be a significant increase in the general consumption of wines, beers and spirits to keep this tradition up and running", he said, and left them all thinking and quiet as they walked back from the local towards the manor..

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His muscular sinewy loin lay folded on her chunni and he caressed it with his shiny knee with a his voice trapped in a guttural sound of her name in the pit of his pillow , he moved his sided torse in discomfort , he missed her so badly that he hurt all over, the sound of her wake call eased his tensed body ,as he grumbled ,"hummh baaby, ah ja mera pas, abhi, Nakooo" he pleaded like a lover hard done by, she realized she needed to reciprocate his distant love wail not just for his sake but for her sake too, it was nearly 4 weeks since they were married and it seemed like only yesterday since she was celebrating her outrageous one of a kind honeymoon with a trigger happy soldier!in a trench! time flew by, whenever they conversed, on the phone, but it dragged on like a giant's footsteps when they didn't speak.. "baaaby bol na chup kyon hai,? he moaned as he brushed her chunni against his bare hairy chest, sporting the hope that she would say the inevitable, "main kiya bole ge sab?" she confessed and he growled,"tu phone kyon kia hai jahil aurat amm lene! bata , ghar mein sab theekh hai? ummh Baji? AS?, Naku us salle nautanki ko bolen ke I hate to admit this but I actually miss him,"Dutta confessed emotionally and Naku responded on Baji's behalf, "woh Saab he too loses sleep over you many a nights, but both of us ,mil ke apna booj halka kar leta hain, by talking about you when he picks me up and drops me to work" ..and then she went silent, and he realized his folly as he moved his bottom to lie on his back and dragged her chunni between his legs right up to his chest, and in pleasure he went "ummmh, and with a loud kissy sound on the phone he said "aye zayeeda kush hone ke zarorrat nehi hai duty par hoon is liye only chumma on cheek not on tere hoonts"! and she giggled which aroused him to act more naughty,"waise raat ko main pub gayea tha, itne itne tabahkun chokkris dekhien maine ke chose karna mushkil ho gaya tha, ke kis ko dil nazor karoon ?kas pe ankien nechawar karoon? ye kise pe jaan doon!"he teased, "haan theekh hai Saab main bhi sooche rehe hoon , ke kis kis ko ap ke azaadana harkitein batao , Baji ko ? ap ke behnoon ko? ya phir ap ke AS ko? you chose?" she hissed, and he chuckled as he felt his hairy torso wobble with his slender finger,"kyon kiya hoya jal gaye meri junglee billi, humhh" he carried on ,and she snorted "main kyon jale ge Saab, jale mera dushman"! he bit his lower lip and replied ," leh! mujhe tere dushmanoon se kya? mujhe tu thujhe jalana hai!" and then there was the much awaited sound of her snivels ,but eventually he soothed her "oyeee chaal edur ah mera bhahoon mein, letme feel your soft warm body against mine, darling , ssh roona band kar , kiya hai tu roondu se! , zarra se meri teasing bhi tu bardasht nehi kar sakte, oh come on now stop sniffing, you know maine kasia hoon, har aurat ko apne maa yeh behan manta hoon , Naku , abhi har lardki mujhe apne Bhao na maine tu is mein tera Saab ka tu koi kasoor nehi hai! bol? do know you sometimes tu bahut hard ho jata hai mera par, ummh woh kiya haina kabhi tu thuri se urhan bharne diya kar .. bahut tight rekhte hai tu is sharif se ,aache se, bhole se , apne lover boy ko", he pleaded, and she fumed ,"tu jao karo jo ap ke marzi hai , pun mujhe maat phoocho !mujhe nehi pata, and he responded ,"hain thujhe kyon na phoochon ?tu to meri interior minister hai for home affairs! unparthe aurat!"he growled, and she reminded him "chaalo utho duty pe jao ab mujhe bhi kam hai" he shouted oyeee kis tu deti ja! baaaby meethi se lips pe, ahhhummhhh tasty ,"he went as he grazed his lips against her chunni and then asked Naku tu kaise hai? And she answered "theekh hoon main, ok bandkarte hoon!", and the phone cut off.. he was anxious about her abrupt manner but had to embrace the day ahead..

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In full combat uniform Dutta along with other course participants arrived in the lecture rooms ,he knew it would be a morning dealing with combat gear ,he was looking forward to the hands on session on self awareness in a combat assimilation scenario. He had already when skimming through the details of the course identified, this one to be of great significance in terms of upgrading their own army. Due to Dutta's keenness it was obvious to general Ramsey that Dutta's approval if this gear was suitable for infantry soldiers in his country could mean a possible sale of protective up to the latest frontline gear. So he allowed this officer to be the model as it were, for the outfit. Dutta walked smartly towards the to try displayed items, and without blinking an eyelid slipped off his boots, his camouflaged trousers and the rest of his camouflage on duty uniform. He blushed very slightly as he noted a titter amongst the female section of the over awed spectators, who could not get over the dead beat cold clout of this tall firmed up Indian officer ,who was totally committed and involved in the task at hand rather than the shock of the officers to see him in his undergarments. Dutta cranked his head to the side and puckered his lips ,as he raised his folded muscular thigh one at a time and pulled on the hardy thicker then normal ,camouflaged wood green, sand black disruptive patterned material trouser cum cargos. As required, he bound firmly at the waist the wide sturdy belt brown belt, which also carried the GPS navigation system gadgetry on his body. Next he wore the dual layered top of the matching DPM ,the first being full sleeved with upper arm single flap pockets, with an overlay of a sleeveless vest over the first layer that covered his chest and lower torso with light weight antiballistic protective materials. Alongside, the light weight protective vest also carried two flaps on either side of his shoulders which displayed his communication systems, a walk talkie on one shoulder and a mouth piece on the other. He pressed his fingers on his belly and moved his legs slightly to assess easy mobility and general weight of the outfit over an average weight soldier. Bradley pointed at the shoes, and Dutta pulled off his black boots and pulled on the thick sand rubber backed and round toed eight eyed lace ups on his feet. Finally he fitted the combat metal dome.This helmet with it's mounted display night vision , was which had sparked Dutta's interest the most in this complete outfit .Once fully dressed, he held the machine gun in his folded right arm his hand poised at the magazine, from frontal view and his left hand bent from the back with its fingers holding the barrel of the gun at an angle. The crowd clapped as he took a few step backwards and forwards, and he nodded and then made his way back to his seat where he took off the metal helmet and held it on his knee. Ramsey continued to lecture in the pros of the gear, and most officers made notes as did Dutta. After, lunch break during afternoon break, Ramsey approached Dutta,"so what do you reckon, Dutta, your government would be interested in buying this gear for the dismounted soldier?".Dutta stood tall, "well Sir! as far as I can conclude weather wise is what I would hone in on the most, the disruptive pattern material of woodland, sand and black is suitable, so is the weight and general size ,however you would have to speak to my high command to discuss the terms regarding ,monies ,shipment etc" explained Dutta ,and Ramsey held him by the arm, "of course Dutta that is understandable, but did want to know your first hand opinion about it," giving value to this Indian officers opinion. Dutta sipped his tea and felt very humbled to be consulted on such vital issues. But he reminded himself soon after, and why not he is the ordinary Indian soldier and it's almost as if he went, out shopping for, in combat protective gear. He loomed over most officers with his mighty stature, and caught sight of officers , Sneha, and Mahendra both of whom approached him and after saluting Sneha folded her palms in true Indian tradition and wished him ,happy Nivrarti, Dutta ,smiled with slight embarrassment as he had mentally by passed his key utsav. He thought of his own mother, with immediate effect , but turned to the officers, "aacha mujhe khabir nehi the, yehan ah ke khayal nehi aye , maagar kushi hoi jaan ke ka ap logon ko yaad tha", Mahendra shyly attempted to speak in Hindi, much to Dutta's delight ,"woh Sir! mera family sab celebrate kertien hain , hamara ghar ke pas hai Hindu temple, it was initially a church ,which became dysfunctional ,so our community bought it and now we have converted it into a temple!. Sneha , further explained ,"Sir, over here many church buildings have become a maintenance liability for local governments of specific areas , hence forth these Christian houses of worship are sold off to buyers from diverse communities like people belonging to Jewish, Islamic and Hindu faiths. Dutta listened with intent, one arm folded across his chest, as he stroked his chin, whilst the other arm folded behind his waist. He looked at these officers, "well all I can say to this piece of valid information, is that it's great these sacred places are being put to use to bring peoples together, to promote harmony ,rather them have them as closed monuments of past history ,for now it can be seen as the past's active participation in the present.. thus has to be a positive thing", he reflected aloud .The two officers looked in pride at this fellow country man, who was certainly more than a soldier.. he was a thinker too..

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It was around 4.00pm UK time which meant it was past eight in the evening at home. What Sneha had reminded him he was not going to ignore. He dialled Baji' number on his mobile as he walked towards his room, "Bhao! tu? !areee jai maata de!"he yelled, amidst loud singing and tamborines, "ek minute hold ker Bhao mein bahar jata hoon !, Baji requested ,but Dutta felt the ear piece of his hands free phone with great affection as the sounds his ears heard were the sounds of home that touched the strings of his heart, and in a brief silence his body stood still in the arched pathway of the English manor that overlooked the huge lush green ground , but his soul was in his home. He closed his eyes, with his hands in his pockets he heard thier songs of praise to amba maa, mata rani! He heard baji shout " aree Bhao ye kiya tum abhi ayea aur phurr se chaala bhi kiya ? ek minute apne dil aur jigar ka interzaar bhi nehi kiya tum na ? Deva re Deva tu kitna bad kismat hai Baji aapne yaar ka ek pal saath bhi thujhe naseeb nehi hoya hai Ram,!"he wailed ,and Dutta sided his head and yelled, "shudddup! ghup ek dum ghup! nautanki Rao! kitna bolte hai tu ! chaal suna now tell me what's going on? ye shor kiya hai?, Baji scratched his head, and replied,"dekh Bhao ab ye disco tu ho nehi saketa? but, I don't blame you for your ignorance, , woh kiya hai na ab tu foreigner ho gaye hai is liya, tera memory yahan ke rawajoon ke liye ghajani wali hog aye hai!"he cackled, "oh chup kar nehin tu main doon ulte haat ka thuujhe ghum ka! bola ab what's going on,? Dutta repeated yet again ,Baji shook his head ,"dekh Bhao ,jab tune phone kiya tu what's the second thing I said to you, kuch yaad hai thujhe ghajini ?, tested Baji, Dutta who was in no mood to play childish games so said up front, "look you cartoon! mujhe pata hai Navrarti chal rehe hai tu koi use related function hoga ghar mein "announced a well pleased Dutta, and Baji clapped and acknowledged, "well done clever boy! looks like staying away from home has increased you grey matter!", but on hearing his mate growl on the other end he said ,"haan Dutta, AS ne mata ke choki rekheh hai ghar mein tu log bhajan ga rehen hai,"and Baji knew ,that the next question he was going to be asked, would be about the whereabouts of his wife, and so Baji obliged ,"haan Bhao, woh guests ko serve aur kitchen mein help ker re hai !as Bhao, vahini, subh se kam par lage hoi hai ", said Baji, and Dutta ,confessed as a sudden wave of home sickness swept him, "pata hai Baji I know I am not the best of believers , but on religious festivals in particular one wishes to with one's family, khas kar jab apne ghar se door hoon", and after a pause he took a deep breathe, and added,"saach mein Baji I wish I was there today amongst you all", sighed Dutta longingly. Baji too threw back his head and gulped his tears ,for he knew full well that it's not that his bosom buddy missed his biwi, but it was the thousand's of miles away from one's marked territory syndrome his Bhao smarted with. So he gathered his wits and announced "aree Bhao Baji ke hote hoi, everything is possible! abhi tu apne lap top on ker apna skype chalo kar! aur phir tu dekh maata ka chammtkar! "he shouted and Dutta smiled as he went with a spring in his step towards his room, to consider what Baji had suggested.

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Naku dressed in her purple sari with a wide gold border was simplicity in it's highest order of beauty. She checked herself in her Saab's dresser mirror and her wide kajal glazed doe eyes looked sullen and empty as she caught the reflection of his uniformed picture. Purple made her looked even more paler, so to put some colour back in her face , she dusted it with a gentle caress of colour on her cheeks. There! she smiled that looked better as she finally added some pink lip gloss to her lips. She felt a slight spin in her head as the strange feeling that rose from the pit of her stomach travelled slowly towards her throat and left a funny taste in her mouth, she leaned forward to feel the dresser. But soon after she went to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Roops came for her and soon after the two dashed down the stairs into the main foyer of their home where the pooja was on its last moments and the small crowd attempted garba and ras to appease the great goddess. Baji set up his laptop on the swivelling elevated wheelie trolley that Kaley setup in the strategic section of the PN which panned maximum footage of the event via the lappie top eye. Once arrangements were established Baji rounded up the entire family around him and held AS by her shoulders and informed, "woh, AS Dutta abhi skpye pe hum sab se khatab kare ge, so sab log queue up ,line mein logo, koi pushing nehi!", he ordered, but before he finished , Roops slapped him on his shoulders and screamed," Baji Rao tu to gayea ab! dekh up main Bhao ko bataon ge tere dada giri! aur woh bhi sab ke samne,!" she threatened ,and Baji reeled round at her, "agar tune apna drama band nehi kiya Roops ke baachi tu, teri bari last mein aye ge, balki better still you won't get a chance at all bari aye ge he nehi!" he warned her. Once heard ,the new development, Naku's heart missed a beat at the thought of seeing her beloved after what she thought of was a decade!, but she flared her nostrils a little, itne daer ke baad Saab ko meri yaad aye hai! she bit her lip and walked away from the family group, to the circle of dancers and them joined in their movements.. Baji, dialled Dutta's number and initiated the action and then logged on to lappie, the ring went and with eyes and ears strained the rest of the eager family gathered around the mounted lappie! till finally, Dutta's guttral voice boomed "hea! Baji band kar apne drama warna doon thuje!" and Dutta's image with a raised yanked arm closed in a tight fist appeared on full screen and Baji rubbed his chin ,with compliant "areee Bhao limit mein ,edhur pura samaj jama hoi hai thujhe se milne!"shouted Baji, Dutta smiled as he saw his family, and he folded his palms with a smile, said "happy Navratri ap sab ko AS.."his eyes became dewy eyed as he noted his family with red tinsel bordered maata rani forehead bands, and in the distance behind the figure head of amba ma! AS overcame by the presence of her son moved closer to the screen to bless him as he bowed his head, she moved back and said, "Dutta kam se aye hai kiya tu?kapre bhi ne change kiye tune abhi, "and Dutta turned his head and lowered his eyes as he replied,"bas jaldi the ab sab ko dekhna ki," and he raised his eyes and searched for her.. while AS moved way quickly and retuned with pandit jee who smiled at Dutta fascinated to see him onthe screen. Dutta , bowed his head and said humbly,"pranam pandit jee" and pandit raised his palm and pronounced,"kush raho Dutta,!. Kala, Roops and Leela were next and Roops started"ohhh Bhao you look so dashing in your uniform, oh aur Bhao maine ye bhi kehna tha ke"..and she was cut short as Baji's hand went round her upper arm and he yelled as he pulled her away, "now now Roops itne selfish maat bun dosseroon ko bhi baat kerne de!"and she in protest, punched him in the tummy and Baji turned to Dutta's image dekha tune Bhao kitne rude girl hai ye Roops ke baache!"Dutta threw back his head and chuckled,"haan Baji dekha ,aacha hai mar baad bhi koi tuhje line mein rekhna wala hai zindagi bhar tumko!"he responded to Baji, but Dutta's eyes roved around, but couldn't locate her so he looked at Kala ,"kaisa ho Tai, aur Kishore? He asked , and Kala gave him a dazzling smile and replied, "woh he's busy with the pooja and Sudarshan is busy arranging the refreshments , aur tum batao Bhao? umeed hai you are staying clear of all the gorris'?she nodded cautiously. Dutta blushed and his eyes shifted around the song dance, and celebratory ambience of the room, when suddenly he caught sight of her in the distance, clad in a purple sari dancing in group of women! his eyes peered at the manner she bent her back towards the inner circle space and clapped her fair small hands together, the curve of her hips juddered slightly when the gestures of the group dance became more active.Dutta ,disappointed with her for being there, rather here before him, looked at Baji ,who now stood before Dutta, and spoke to his mate in silence..Baji ,understood what Dutta's eyes searched and he turned to AS, "ye lo AS, ap baat karo Bhao se. main abhi ata hoon,"AS, came forward and asked her beloved boy the usual questions mothers do from their son's away from home, Dutta nodded , and ran his folded finer against the corner of his mouth, "je AS khana time pe khata hoon, aur haan sarde hai yahan pe, tu proper garam kapre bhi phenta hoon.."he replied obediently but his eyes travelled behind his mother and he saw Baji and Roops too now joined in the circle dance as well, and he bit his lip and fumed ,this bloody Baji he thought, would bring Naku here maagar ye salla gadhe khud he naachne lag para hai , dutta sizzled in anger ,but continued to stare in that direction.Till suddenly he watched from skype that Naku nearly collapsed but was grappled in time by Baji and Roops!,Dutta nearly yelled at his mother, "AS dekien kya hoi hai Naku ko? , aram se nehi reh sakte bas naachte pherte hai! "he bellowed and Kala spoke to him,"Bhao calm down, she must be tired, waise bhi she's been busy since crack of dawn in the preparations" explained Kala, and then turned to investigate further. Dutta helplessly shifted his eyes around, the pooja section ,the crowd ,the decorated pillars all visible except her!. He clenched and unclenched his fists. His pulse rate rose as he bellowed to none before him, "kio mujhe kuch batie ga !?.Locals from his area gathered round him along with the body guards who did Namaste and talked fascinated to a forced to be nice Dutta..till finally Baji turned up with AS and said "koi fikar ke baat nehi hai Dutta", but Baji butt in "nehi Bhao .merko ye koi lotcha lag ta hai, kahien khana mein kuch mila diya ho Naku ke , tu bas apun na tu doctor buliya hai! tu bandker aur phir se ring kar.I'll take the lappie to Naku's room.. briefed Baji. and the call dropped.. as Baji ordered Kalay to transport the lappie to Dutta's bedroom..

Dutta paced in his room at the manor, he entwined his slender fingers hard and pushed one finger tip in his mouth ,it was too good to be true ,just when he was beginning to be part of his home once again this bloody jahil aurat who calls herelf meri biwi , goes and bloody does a weak at the knees! he slapped the foot of his bed, "kya maine soocha tha ke yeh hai tu chooti se pun is mein takqaat hai barri barri, but yeh tu bundariyee ! sherni nehi mousey nikle! arghhh" he growled as he went into the loo to douche his face with cold water.As he wiped his face his heart drummed against his ribcage.. Bappa koi buri bemaari ne ho use .. otherwise' and he came out and sat on his bed and took deep breathes to nullify his highly strung nerves.. and turned on his lappy and placed it on a chest of drawers and sat at the end of his bed to establish contact.

Naku smiled nervously as Baji, carried her up the stairs in his strong arms like a fragile object laid her down on his Bhao's bed's. Roops ran on fixed some head cushions round her head and AS turned on the bed side lamp and sat beside her on the edge of her bed. AS's anxious face alarmed Naku s she attempted to sit up , but AS commanded,"leti reh Naku, ab kaisa mehsoos ho raha hi? thujhe kya hoya tha?" she quizzed .Naku just assured ,"kuch nehi AS zarra chakar ah giya tha ,ab main bilkul theekh hoon,", but Baji was not having it as he waited for the doctor. Finally the doctor arrived and asked people to leave. But Naku reached out for her mother in law's hand with a request for her to stay.The doctor asked her about the symptoms, felt her pulse and announced, "AS Mubarak ho ap dadi bune wali hain"!. Naku's eyes popped out as if the second biggest shock of her life! second only to the moment when her Saab asked her to marry him in front of every one! AS , raised her hands to the heaven's and said ,"bahut subh khare hai! ye tu maata ka wardan hai mujhe bawa par.."she cried as she wiped a tear from the corner of her eye with a dab with her pallu. She reached out for Naku's hand and kissed it and ordered ,"chaal Naku ab jaldi se yeh kush kabhri tu Dutta ko de skype pe!. Naku's eyes although sparkled but she spoke, "woh AS, Saab ko main abhi kuch nehi batie ge, kyon ke main jante hai woh apna kam adhe hai choor kar ghar wapis ah jaien ge, aur aise humien se koi bhi nehi chaihe ga..tu abhi thoora rok jaeien ,aise mera sooche hai ,baki mein ye ap pe choorte hoon"..she complied. AS looked at her, and replied, "tera bhi kehna theekh hai, Dutta sunta tu hai nehi kisi ke, kerta wohi hai ju uske maan mein aye, tu heekh hai abhi maat bata tu use, maagar hum bake logon ko baat dein ga." AS confirmed. Baji yelled and barged in and lifted AS and screame "Deva shappat! Jai maata de! main chahoo bungay ! AS slapped his shoulders,"neeche uttar hamien Baji! she screamed, and Baji came towards Kala who glared at him with a "don't you dare Baji! at his proposition of lifting her up! .Roops popped up before him and pointed her fingers to the ceiling shouted "pick me up!" and Baji looked into her eyes and with his dimples that flashed he bent and closed his brawny arms round her thighsand lifted her high, and both spun round ,as Baji yelled "main chachoo bun gaye" and Roops thumped his crown," more like tu Big Brother ho gayea Baji !now you are not the baby of the family anymore,"she pulled his hair and Kala with a big wink at Naku said," ohhh no no! baaby tu ek he hai is family mein aur woh hai ana wala baache ka paap"! and Baji put Roops down and did a wolf whistle! Then he turned to Naku and placed his palm on her head ,"thanks vahini!" chaal abhi I'll turn your skype on aur tu bhi baat ker Bhao se and tell him the good news"! and then he logged in, dialled Dutta's number and whispered "challo challo everybody out! give some privacy to Naku with her pati dev"ordered Baji and closed Dutta's bedroom door tightly.

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His stubble face appeared on the screen.. and both just gazed into each other's eyes, his narrow lion like eyes asked her a thousand questions do you miss me ?do you want me ?do you love me?.. Her silent answers by lowered eyes smote him as always, as she rested her back against the bed head rest! He blinked his eyes gently as he continually derived visual sensuality just by looking at her stunning beauty and her sari clad reclined curvatures.. but soon after, she noted his nostrils flared and his brow furrowed and he raised his voice as his eyes flashed and instigated his anger much to her disappointment, "oyeee where the bloody hell were you downstairs when I first skyped? mera ankhien thujhe dhoond rehe thein Naku! tares gaye tha just to catch one frigging glance of you ! everyone was there! dying to talk to me, yahan tak ke ghar ke nauker tak , but you were too busy bloody dancing your bum off!"he vented off. Naku, swung her legs and sat on the side of the bed and looked up at him with large green tearful baleful eyes. He swallowed hard, as her tears began to diffuse him, but he still twitched his jaw like a peeved school boy. Angry though he may be ,but his narrow angry eyes willingly shifted on her peaches and cream soft delicately featured face. He lowered his eyes, bit his lower lip and turned his face the other way on the screen as he noted that her sari pallu fell to her lap and revealed her shapely blouse clad bosom. Now he had to show discipline for both their sake and so he turned to face her and continued his tirade,"waise maharani thujhe hoi kiya hai drama queen? itna fuss ? kush tu bahut hoge ge ke sarre tera age peeche bagh rehe the .. huuumh bol kya hai thujhe ?mujhe tu kuch zaroorat se zayeeda he healthy nazar ah rehe hai tu , tera Saab se dant ju nehi parte thujhe aj kal hummh? he challenged as he jerked his head forward ,and then shook his head and muttered "method actress hai tu! , ab mera mau kiya dekh rehe hai bol! what's your problem?"!he questioned impatiently. Naku sat amused at his showdown and simply shook her head, and replied calmy,"kuch nehi Saab mujhe kiya hoga ?,theekh he tu bola hai ap ne main acting kerte hoon" she almost back chatted. He narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brows deeply this time and barked "oh just Shut up! rude woman, telling you clear cut! next time I skype sab se phele I want you to show up for parade! standing attention waiting for my command samjhe tu Naku?"and after a pause he puckered his pink full lips on the screen towards her and ordered "chaal ek kiss de mujhe! before we lose connection" she placed her palm on the screen and the line went, ping!... with the words' call dropped..

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After a week when Dutta rang home again he checked the time and reckoned Naku would still be at work, and how right he was as his mother picked up the phone," AS, main Dutta hoon, ap kaise hain,?sab theekh haina ?"he asked concerned , but his mother knew that he really wanted to ask about Naku, so she clearly said ,"Naku se baat kerne hai thujhe Dutta?. Dutta puckered up, and questioned, "woh is waqat ghar pe hai, AS?, "nehi Dutta, Naku kam pe nehi hai, kuch theekh nahin hai aaj woh, informed AS.Dutta, wiped his face, this time truly worried ,"AS, kyon kya hai use? main thang hoon is lardki ke harkatoon se ! itne bare hog gaye hai aur apna kahyal bhi nehi rekh sakte! zaroor use ne use nautanki Baji aur Roops ke saath mil ke gol guppa aur kulfi khai ho ge baher ka unhygienic khana! ab bemarr ho ke parehe hai bewakoof aurat!"he roared ,and after a pause continued down the phone,"ye phir udher rehab centre se germs le ker ati hai! kiya bemarri hai ye AS!, he moaned ,and his mother raised her hand and opened her mouth, but Naku came by her side and shook her hand beseechingly to with hold the information from her son. AS nodded assuredly and, calmed her son," Dutta mera baache, Naku bilkul theekh hai sirf kam ke thakawat hai, pheechle dinoon mein use ke inspection hoi the centre par, tu raat ko late aye the ghar pa tu subah sau rehe the, tu hum ne bole use ke aaj ghar pe he rest ker tu, aur koi baat nehi", assured AS and Dutta responded,"chalen phir theekh hai AS, bas uska khayal rekhien , mujhe ab duty par jaana hai" he said morosely, but his mother sensed his uneasiness and walked towards Naku, and pinched her bahu's cheek , affectionately,"ab tu bata, meri beti kuch khaya tune? ek plate poha ke? dau glass juice ke! Naku put her arms around her Saab's mother and protested,"abhi maan nehi hai AS , abhi bathroom se ho ke aye hoon.." AS, faced Naku, "dekh, tune aaj mujhe bhi apne choot mein shamal kar liya Naku"'to be continued, Hamlet53~ 26.10 12.

Precap:"haan bol Baji sab theekh haina?, asked Dutta,"haan Bhao,yeh le Aye Shahib,se baat ker"...

Eid Mubarak to all forum friends, may you all be showered with many blessings, peace and good will. Enjoy this blessed event with your loved ones.xx hammie

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