Tu Meri Zindgi Hai Thread 1 / Link to Th 2 added / Ch 9 Pg 116 - Page 14

So Daddi left no scope for him...He has to go... " U again played trick on me...But I still love you..." Still in agony Maan entrapped Daddi in his strong hold...Some how she put control over her flooding emotions from her eyes...

" No more buttering...get ready for the trip...k..." trying to free herself Daddi warned...

" Oh now my true love seems buttering to u...k...toh...k...he sahi..." Maan made baby face...

"Bas Maan no more overacting...jo ek do dresses leni hai lay lijiye...n hurry up...you have to leave by three.." Why Daddi said so ? ...one two dresses he was still confused...For whole month just one-two dresses...

" Daaadddiii..." He scratches his head in amazement..."Just one two dresses ...now what is this...aisa kuch nahi that hamaari deal main"

"When I said so...?" she shrugs off ..."But you are not taking any of your imported cloths with you...What ever you need you could get that from local market...k.." Daddi dropped another bombshell on him...

" What...no no you can't do this with me ...no no ..." Annoyed he hit floor...

" Yes I can...? Aur apni packing jaldi kijiye 3 baje ki train hai ... Hoshiarpurk liye..." this was the ultimate shocker for him...

" Train Daddi...Aab main train se travel karunga...Why Daddi when I can take a flight to Amritsar or can travel by road..."Confused Maan questioned...

" Ji aisa ho sakta hai...per nahi hoga...you have to follow mine each and every instruction...If I said you have to travel by train...Apko hi patta challe k...What is the life of an ordinary man..." This was a tough decision for Daddi but for the betterment of her child...

" Waha train main patta nahi kaise kaise log hongey so unhygienic ... above all its summer season logon ka paseena...no Daddi ...aab yeh mat kehna k sleeper class main travel karna hoga..." horrified thinking about it he said...

" Smart very smart ...apko sabh patta hai fir puchte kyo ho ..go n get ready?" She yelled on him n left the place so that Maan couldn't create any scene now...

Helpless creature not able to do anything... was just glaring her from behind...due to these sudden twist n turns in his life has snatched his thinking capability...

He packed his two shirts and jeans with couple of undergarments..two pair of socks...Toothbrush and paste..not more than this was allowed to him...

Daddi had taken all cards...check books from him..Maan had just that much of money which was enough to fulfil his every day needs...Otherwise Kamalji was there to look after him...Even no mobile for him...

With the heavy heart Daddi parted herself from him...Nakul dropped Maan to railway station giving him a photo n mobile number of Kamalji ...So that he could recognise each other easily..

This train journey was a horrific experience for him...Train should reach Hoshiarpur by 12 midnight but it was more than 4 hours late n reached there around 4:15 in the morning...

Kamalji a middle aged man around 50...Wearing white Kurta Pajama n heavy glasses was still waiting there at Hoshiarur railway station for Maan...He was a much active man and when Announcer announced the arrival of train he ran toward the railway track...Searching for Maan according to the information about his ticket Daddi sent to him...

As Maan stepped out of train Kamalji recognised him in a jiffy...But Maan was out of the world almost due to terrible experience of this rail journey...Almost dozing...total sweaty scratching his head...Kamalji hardly put control over his laughter...As he was well aware why Maan was in this condition ?...Maan was looking around for Kamalji who was behind him...

" Maan betay...aap aa gaye...? " Tugging him from behind Kamal said...

He turned around...and suddenly his eyes twinkled with joy as he also recognised Kamalji ...at least he had a hop for little good...

" Kamal Uncle thank god aap mil gaye...otherwise these people made my life hell within few hours...Kissi ka baccha ro rahaa hai...some one snoring...n n the man who was releasing gas yuck..." he made puppy face introducing himself as the sole poor soul in whole universe...

" Maan this is the life of a common man...may be unusual for you as you never travelled like this before...How ever rest of conversation baad main ...aabhi chalet hai..." Encircling arm around his shoulder Kamalji said and showed him the way toward the parking...The next shocker was the Kamalji's scooter for Maan where he was expecting any car or taxi...Kamalji had brought his 10 years old scooter...

" Kamal Uncle scooter..." surprisingly he questioned...

" Yes Beta...I think this is much better option for you...After travelling in that suffocating environment...you need a breath of fresh n what better than scooter.." Kamalji burst in laughter...Sitting behind Kamalji both of them left toward Tejpur...

As they left the city ...passing by the paddy fields...tall trees...wonderful sweet fragrance from famous mango farms of Hoshiarpur area Maan was really feeling a strange happiness touching deep inside his soul...

" How you are feeling now Maan...?" concentrating on his driving Kamalji questioned Maan..

" Well better than that ? " Maan's diplomatic answer ..He was feeling good but couldn't express...as he was pretending to be unhappy ...

Kamalji nodded his head as this was expected from Maan..

When they reached Tejpur it was about 6 in the morning...In summers sun rises early so there was broad day light...Villagers busy in their day to day life...Many people coming back from fields taking fodder for cattle..some on bullock carts...on tractors...n many of on cycles too...

After summer holidays kids were getting ready for school n those kids who had been enrolled in private schools in near by town or city were already waiting for their school buses well dressed...

Young boys and girls waiting at the bus stand to catch bus for the city collage or near by University...

" Waise itna bhai backward area nahi lagta...kyo Kamal uncle..." going through all this Maan gave his verdict about the area...

" Kisne kaha...that if we r the village people we are much back ward ..." Kamalji quickly responded in high tone...

" Nahi wo...main toh...main toh aise he keh raha tha..." bit scared he was searching for the words...what to answer...

" Huh Maan beta thats why ur Daddi sent u here...so that u can experience the real life...aur dakho beta...how we villagers take step towards future keeping themselves near to own roots..." Kamalji's words some where made him to think...

Around 6:30 they were at front of Khuraana's ancestral home in village Tejpur...A house one among other looking alike houses around...Not that big but in good condition due to the efforts made by Kamalji...This was Maan's first visit to Tejpur...

Kamalji parked scooter next to the gate and guided Maan to go inside the house n then to the room where Kamalji had made all arrangements for Maan's stay...

" Maan betay this is your room first of all ...aap fresh ho jaaea ... Main aap ke khane ka intzaam dekhta hu..." Kamalji said..

" But uncle where is washroom...?" surprised Maan tried to search attached washroom inside his room...

" No beta aapko yahan washroom nahi milega...wo dekho baaahar hai near to the main gate..." he pointed toward the washroom visible through room window...

" Itni dur...omg...wahan se yahan...Uncle main washroom main kapde nahi pehan sakta...fir yahan takk kaise aauga..." He yelled...

" So what beta...wahan se towel main aa jaanna...okey go fast ...main bhi chalet hu.." Kamalji made fun of him and left the place...

" Kahan fassa diya Daddi ne.." he hit floor...thought for a while when got no solution he took out fresh under garments from his bag...taking towel...he moved toward the washroom at the farthest corner of the house...