Kicks...

They say that there are best of times and there are worst of times but for some people its goes in a beaten track without a flicker of change. The daily shuffling between the desks, frenetic phone calls, Boss’s constant browbeating and in between a slip or two for coffee breaks, impatient wait to say Good Bye to the Office and that final rush to catch the earliest local train- Life has got a fixed timeline. Guptajee and Lal are also among those thousands of people jostling to enter Bandra platform this evening after going through this daily routine.

Like every day, Lal asked the corner DVD wala selling pirated DVDs, “ Kuch Naya Hai kya?” . Today, the DVD wala was ready to take up the challenge from this connoisseur, “ Haan Saheb! Seven hour Non Stop Action, Bilkul Fresh.” . After few minutes, both were sited in the Train with Lal tucking that DVD into his shirt as that DVD wala was saying to another urchin, “ Tharkis hain ye sab… .As long as these people eat, sleep and drink these DVDs , we will have our Bada pav daily.” As train slowly trundled past the station and its ever-growing crowd, Guptajee said forlornly, “ Buddy! There is no Kick in the Life.” Lal gave him a wistful smile and thought, “ Ab ye our Kitna Lat khana chahta hai…Subah sham Kicks hi to mil rahe hain.” “ Don’t Worry, Buddy! At least we have got this Seven hour Non Stop Action to get the Kick tonight.,” Lal waved that DVD in front of him. Guptajee made a face as if not convinced with the idea. He has been on this medication only for last three years and its effect has waned to naught these days.

Silence was getting heavier now between them amid the growing din of Train’s engine catching speed. Lal coughed hoarsely and said, “ Right! I will tell you a joke but you have to laugh.” Guptajee nodded absentmindedly. “ Okie… Here it goes. Guptajee met with his pretty and sexy girl friend.” Guptajee was now blushing, “ Kya Buddy! Its bad joke. And it hurts too. ” Lal knew that he had hit the right spot. This time Guptajee said, “ Let us try another one. Today, Baner again fell in love.” This time, they both were laughing like hell. “ Ha ha ha … its not a joke any way. Its disaster which happens every day.” Guptajee was feeling relieved to know that there is at least some one who is bettering him in this sport. He was all in spirits and said, “ Another stunner from me … our Baccha has finally found his Big Moma in Mumbai. So, from now onwards His name is Baccha Bothra.” Lal was stumped and knew that Guptajee has started getting Kicks. In between, Guptajee was still saying, “ I have got another one too. This time it’s on you my Dear Lal” Luckily, Train has reached to Santacruz and they had to rush to get past the crowd to reach their sweet home.
Lal was thanking his stars for this escape as it could have been the biggest joke, “ Lal ki Sardar ne le li….” From now onwards, he will not tell jokes to any Sardar from Patiyala. “ Inko Kicks na hi lage wo hi Accha”