Naaraz kyun ho Jaaneman?
Hum boore(old) par dil abhi bhi jawaan hai.
Pyaar tohka itna kare ki…
Haazir kadmo par hamar naahi, tu ziski bole uski jaan hai!!
Ek tu hi hamar pyaar hai,
Baaki sab toh mulli, fali aur jawaar hai.
Tori figure ka deewana saara Bihar hai,
Humka bus toehse pyaar hai….
Tu jab tambaku chabae hai,
Humka lage bholi bhali gae hai.
Jab bidi ka dhua urae hai,
Aisa lage thandi mai garmi dilae hai!
The job was done. Like always, everything had gone perfect. The contract objective fulfilled, no eyewitnesses or proof left behind. But unlike always, Sam was not rejoicing with Brad. He seemed to be lost in deep thought and disturbed. Finally, Brad had to step up and break the intolerable silence.
“So where should we party tonight?”, Brad asked sending out a puff of cigarette smoke.
Sam gave him a look of disgust and said, “Party? For what? For killing the innocent and laughing at the helpless…”
“Whoa! Whoa! Sammy, chill. This is not the first time we did this. We are contract killers and this is our damn business. And remember business involves no emotions, specially ours! So cool down…and enjoy another success.”
“Success? That women was not in the contract then why her? She was pregnant damn it…”, saying this he shivered and a tear rolled down his cheek, “…and I did not even think twice before pumping that bullet in her.”
“We could not afford to leave an eyewitness back. And anyways, it was her fate man!”, Brad said coolly letting out another puff.
“Then why was her fate destined through my hands? I can’t bear the pain Brad. I want you to…”, he hesitated.
Sitting in my plush office, going through regular data sheets & performance charts, I wasn’t feeling too good. It was not business that was troubling me….
8.28pm , gleamed the digital clock at my desk. Something was not right. No, it wasn’t the time. This was something that did not happen everyday and I was hoping that everything was fine. The same question kept popping up again and again in my mind, “Why hasn’t dad called today?”
It was not that I enjoyed his calls (which came on a daily basis and that too when I am busy). But then when am I not busy! My business was soaring high and I did not have a minute to spare for anything else. Came office early in the morning and was up working till late. Prachi, my wife, worked as a teacher in a prestigious institution and was out most of the day. Back at home, we had a servant looking after my Dad’s needs.
It was not that I did not Love him. I had taken care of all his requirements. Since his retirement and mom’s death, I have always tried to keep him happy. And I guess I was successful in doing so. Attending his meaning less calls was also a part of the mission. I wanted him to feel that he was important. Wanted him to feel? I mean he is important. I did love him. But it was just his calls, sometimes even thrice a day that irritated me.
His conversation usually started off with “Hi son! What are you doing?” and then was followed by simple household problems like the geyser is not working or the fence needs a new coat of paint. Sometimes, he even discussed sports! India’s current performance in cricket, Sania’s power-swing and how he scored a goal today playing football with kids in the park. I patiently listened to all this and tried to enjoy what he was saying.
But today was something different. He had not called in even once. Oh! Don’t know why am I thinking so much over this matter. Maybe dad did not have anything interesting to discuss today, which is surprising though.
I thought instead of worrying over this it would be better if I checked my daily mail. I entered my login id and password. Just then the phone rang.