Whence I came from

"I was born and bought (or is it brought) up in various cities of Uttar Pradesh. Basically I belong to Varanasi as my father was (was) in Administrative (police) services, he was transferred quite frequently I still don't know why ? The place I remember first is Gorakhpur, (now famous for its Gundas...). There my home was quite big there were four rooms one baranda and a big aagan i remember there was a amrood ka ped in my aagan and my neighbors were jealous of it as they had neem ka ped in there I started my education from St. Joseph Convent it was quite close to my house, and i was dropped and picked up by a police constable I do not remember his name but he was very caring to me his job was to take care of me only and he did the same very religiously. Being the first son and a male ensured that I was loved and cuddled by grannies and granddads. From Gorakhpur my next stop was Kanpur that was (I doubt is) wonderful place, we were allotted a house on VIP road of civil line locality (pretty posh!!) and my house was pretty close to central jail of Kanpur, there was an incident of some prisoners running out from there, later they were caught and (hopefully) sucked. The building I lived in was three storied and each flour had two flats, this house was not as big as the one we had in gorakhpur but in any case was comfortable enough. I use to play in the ground next the building, the ground was surrounded by three similar building. My favorite game was Cricket at that time, I played it with other fellows of my building like paplu, banti, guddu, babloo but they often avoided my company probably because I never accepted anyone else as the captain, if I play I will be the boss or else I spoil the game.

There was a Sweetie residing on the first floor of the adjacent building named Neha, but she was aloof and incidentally my first crush too. Their was Rani, Chandans sister but was weird and a nut to be precise. Sonal provided the snob appeal, a rich pop’s daughter her father (who owned two cars) was an ACJM (Additional Chief Judiciary Magistrate). Panditji, who reminded me of Gandhi in my textbooks, used to give sugar cubes to all the neighbors except myself for what reasons unknown to me. Srivastave, Guddu's parent and our next door neighbors were constantly bickering with us over something or other though am sure they were jealous of my sister being studying in IIT kanpur. Sharmaji were a family comprised of four doddering people hubby, wife, their daughter ( Gudiya didi we called her) and hubby’s widowed sister. Gudiya later married to a professor from BHU (Benares Hindu University) where she was studying Medical. Harish was a opportunistic rascal and might be still. Every one was also a bit scared of my sister; she was quite vociferous when irked and she is still.

Then we were transferred to Allahabad again we got a big house this time it was a row house comprising five similar houses in a row, the first one was owned by Mr. Chaudhry he was R.I (Police Line), the next one was allotted to Sexsen's. There son Pinku became my good friend for some time then he became my deadly enemy for a long time and then before I left Allahabad he became my good friend again, his sister Pinki was contently proposed by Asif one of my Muslim friend and as i remember pinku use to become quite furious when anyone takes Asif's name. The next house was allotted to Mr. Ahmed, Their son Sheron was a useless fellow... and i believe he still would be.... all he did was talking he was doing his B.A from Allahabad University, next comes Mr and Mrs Gupta, Mrs Gupta was eyes and ears to every one in the locality, once she told my mom that I was seen with a girl in Bhradwaj Park and then next day she told her that i was being beaten up by the girls parents, I am more then sure that she must be doing the same job still where-ever she might be. Last house in the row was mine. This time we had a neem ka ped in my aagan and others had Jamum or amrood ka ped.

There was so much to be accomplished during my days. The three investigators had to be imbibed; cupid struck his bows in the compound confine itself. There were fights and their were funfairs, as today I sit in a flat in Mumbai, I reminiscence of those days and pall of gloom shrouds me, those were bliss and I miss those days as much as I miss Police Line now.

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