Friend, Dost, yaar, pal, bro, dude, guru .. maga …. There are infinite names for
them …. If you add chaddi or langoti to it … becomes much closer to you …
chaddi-dost, langoti-yaar ….
How much ever older you get …. Whatever position / money we
earn …. I bet we would have earned not more than one or two of these chaddi
dost’s…. they touch your life more than
anyone else in this world.
If you close your eyes, dig some of the very best moments of
your life ….. you can see that dost always there with you, now even ever saddest
… you see him sharing your pain. The affection & love of this dost is
un-conditional … guiding you helping you, talking to you …. He is right there
for you & you can always count on him.
He may be next door, next city next country …. Or thousands
of miles away …… BUT in that moment when you are tensed, you are shattered,
your mind not working ….. you take out your mobile type dost …call…. He is
there ….. 5 minutes of talk … you are back to normal …. Abbe saale , kameny ,
kutte …. The call is over & so your stress.
I too had … I am sorry still have that number in my phone ….
VIJAY KIRAN (508-740-9811) ….. I had
pressed that call button to him so many times during the struggle of life ….. Spent
countless hours talking to him, shared so many happy moments …. Starting with
clearing that last hurdle of engineering called a back log , when got married, when my son was born. Shared the
tensed times when dad was no-more, when jobless, when had that first fight with
wife …… he was always there …. Heard me patiently, gave his logic of life,
solutions to my problems ……. Agreed on tons of things & disagreed on
millions of times …… he was there.
25th April 2010 @ 8.30 AM….. My birth day …..
Vijay called …. We had a great conversion ….. I put him on speaker phone …. He spoke
with everyone ….. He was Happy & I was double happy ….. Theek hai be …..
saale 45 minutes baat kiya …… abhi USA me bahut late hai …. Saale baad me
phursat se baat karange ……. Click….. That were the last words I spoke with
Vijay
14th May 2010 ….. he was no more …… gone …. ….. Saala kameena ……
kutta …. Dosti nibhaana bhool gaya …. Ya
fir mai bhool gaya …. Saala could have called me once …… once ….. felt like calling that number , a million
times …..
I felt half of my body, my soul, my confidence, my happiness
, and my life was cut off from Me forcibly , Cruelly by a chain saw with blunt
teeth ….. Pain then was unbearable … so it is now & will be there till my
last breath.
