Mota beta licked up his ice cream, which he held in his right hand and then took a bite of a chocolate bar which he held in his left hand.He was standing at Saharanpur Railway Station.
But before I begin further let me introduce Mota beta.
Mota beta is now an alumni of DPT. After completing his graduation he thought of going to software field and make games like AOE. But just then when he was giving his interview his stomach cried and he realized that in a software job he'll have to work day and night and will then get to maintain the circular shape of his tummy so he left the interview.Mota beta joined two hotels but from each place he was kicked within one week as he ate half of what he served and termed it as 'chapo'. Eventually, he decided to join a call center at Saharanpur (Of course, call centres opened up at Saharanpur too. Remember we are talking of 2015? Are you thinking why didn't he join at Chennai?.....Coz he knew much cheaper places to eat here and used to screw Raju and Sonu telling them that he was their Cafe Secy.) Ya, so I was telling he joined a call center at Saharanpur to make up for his eating and so he worked during day time. (He was too busy playing AOE at night).
Mota beta was standing aloof from the mob because he didn't like when anyone dared to disturb him during eating. The recently started train for Chennai was late. Half of his ice cream was still left and so he was totally concentrated on his cone. Just then he heard a voice from behind, "Haan bhaai, station pe he na? Hummmm!"
Mota beta about turned in the voice's direction. A cylindrical lady who seemed at least of 8O kgs. was standing behind, hiding herself in a pink jacket and white scarf. Mota beta all of a sudden remembered the fox from Little Red Riding Hood with the scarf on seeing her. Her voice seemed vaguely familiar. Perhaps he had heard it in Zee Horror Show. No!! No!!! That show stopped long back. Then where? Ring?? No! That witch did not used to wear a scarf. Did she? She used to wear something white and had a better figure. Mmmm..then where??Connexions? No, then voice wouldn't have seemed that familiar.Where? Where? Mota beta apparently was unable to recollect it. He stood aside leaning against a closed shop and stuffed the remaining chocolate bar in his mouth. "Haaan bhai," the voice again continued, "Yahaan hum dono hi hain to main tumhi se baat kar rahi hun. Hummmm!"
"Aaap meri class me the na??" she asked again. Now that Mota heard that he had studied in her class; now he could remember her perfectly. She had taught him. "Madam," he finally made it out. " Only that she had became more cylindrical and had developed a belly that could challenge Mota's. She stepped a bit in front and now her face was clearly visible under the tubelight. "Remember I used to teach you mm..Fluid, no no thermodynamics, no no yes enveeranment!" God! Impressive! She knew so many technical terms!!!! Mota almost stunned by her knowledge couldn't speak out a word. "Main kya karun. Meri talent ko dekhkar har saal mujhe naya aur hard subject padhane de dete hain. This year I am teaching Phyjics to firsht year. Actually main har subject padha sakti hun," she declared. "Yes madam," said out Mota. " Actually I prepare a lot to teach in the claas." ""But howcum you are here madam?" he interrupted her. "My aaspect of coming here ij that I waj giving a guesht lecture at IIT Dehra Dun, wo jo abhi naya naya khula hai na? Hummmm? I give lectures there as better half of the proffeshors." "Behalf... you mean behalf madam?"
"Yes. Yes that only. Students don't study theej days. Ab tumhare samay me to main tumhe utha leti thi...Hummm par ab bacchhe padhte hi nahi hain to main number nahi de paati." Mota was at the verge of crying but that seemed to have no effect on her. She continued, "I waj teaching them Makhshwell equajons but unko kuch samajh me hi nahi aata. I taught them that down triangle into E ij equal to d into b upon d into t. But you see, Makshwell waj a fool. d aur d canchel nahi ho jayega kya?" Mota Beta at once felt really pity on the poor children. But with multi-talented Pappi, they couldn't expect anything better. "Are you alone? No one came to drop you?"Mota asked to change the subject. "Kyon Bhai?" and she gave a V-shaped smile. Mota at once realized that he had asked the wrong question to the wrong person, but it was too late. She had got the chance to blabber and she wasn't going to give it away. She continued, "Kyon Bhai? Akele wala aspect hai kya? Sharma ji aye hain na." (Sharma was her husband's surname.) "O.K. Sir has also come," he spoke more to him than to her. "Kaun Sir? Main to mere driver ka aspect bata rahi thi. Mujhe raat ko wahi chhodta hai." [:D] Mota was about to pull his hair off. "Baal ka enveeranment kharab hai kya? Leech wala aaspect hai? Hummmm!!" she once again proved that she was an IIT prof.
Mota wasn't willing to continue any further dishcushuns, i mean discussions and so he signalled her that he was going to toilet with his little finger. "Haan bhai. Jaldi aana."
"Actually Madam, I am going to fresh up," and he lifted his second finger as well. "Kam khaya karo," she announced with her expert knowledge. Mota went to toilet that too on some other platform taking his luggage with him and sat in for fifteen minutes hoping she would leave by then. He finally came out, held back his luggage and came back to his original platform. She was still standing there. "Haan bhai, aa gaye!!" she exclaimed. Just then a train came blowing up its whistle and Mota at once felt relieved that now he could sit in the train and would not have to listen to her. He held up his luggage and jumped inside the train.
"S4 seat 28....yeah there it is," he made out to his seat. "Haan bhai ye bag seat ke neeche rakh do," he heard the voice. He raised his eyes to discover Sharma Ji putting the bag under the berth. "Madam ji ka dhyan rakhna, unka ye opposite berth hai," Sharma Ji told and left......... leaving Mota and the train, both crying out at the same time............................
