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A Rockstar in Heaven.

Many of my friends are there in heaven. Whether you believe it or not its completely upto you. They are workers of multiple dimensions and few of them were famous too.

My maternal grandfather who was a friend, a guide, a dove, a light being and a human in humanity had passed away on the night of 20th January 1995. I will never ever forget that night for the rest of my life.  The whole atmosphere was sad and it felt as if we were hanging in a space which had no hooks to hold on to and no base to stand on.

Few years later one night I could distinctly hear someone playing guitar in metallic style in my dream and when I tried to find out more about it, what do I see? It’s my maternal grandfather who was playing the song and when Ma bought me a Ps2 Guitar band set, I started singing the song “Gasoline” and I could distinctly see that my maternal grandfather was jamming with that song.

A rockstar isn’t a person who wears a headband, a few pieces of fashion jewellery, pierces his tongue and does odd things. Rockstar is a person who has that aura to become a High one. It takes something which is very very very seldom given by God to anyone. The main criteria to achieve that gift from God is to have self, heart and courage. A trio of these is virtually absent from beings on these planets. They only try to be. But you have to be to try.

SO, dearest grandpa, the stage is all yours,

Your loving daughter, son –in-law and grandson.

N.B.- The moment my grandmother joined him up there, his quality of jamming and music is billion times better.

Adios!

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Red Ribbon and Kashmiri Pulao.

My maternal grandmother used to have a red ribbon when she was a little girl of eight. Her darling father had bought her a set of four red ribbons.

One afternoon, when her mother had dozed off, she tied her hair with a red ribbon and went off as the red riding hood with her pets which included three dogs, three goats and eight chickens following her.

When my maternal great grandmother got up from her sleep, she was extremely terrified finding her daughter missing and the pets too were gone. She called out to her daughter at every nook and corner of her house, but there wasn’t a single answer from anywhere.

Soon, she and her other children went out in her search and what did they find out?

That my dearest and maternal grandmother had gone to her father’s work place, which was a huge estate (he was the chief manager there) and there she and her father were playing Red riding hood. Her father was playing the role of a village chieftain and she was the heroine aka the red riding hood.

As soon as he saw his wife and his other children standing in front of him, he exploded out laughing.

He said-“See my daughter is the red riding hood and all of you are no good”.

As a result of this, both of them – my grandmother and her father were served only bread and milk for breakfast, lunch and dinner for two consecutive days and on the third day morning when my grandmother woke up, she found that very beautiful aroma of delicious food had filled the entire house. She rushed into the kitchen and hugged her mother from behind and asked her-“Ma, what are you preparing?”

Her mother-“All of your favourite dishes, including boneless mutton curry, Kashmiri pulao and khejurer (dates) chutney.”

My maternal grandmother and her mother, both of them held on to each other for a minute or so.

Then a rare happening in the universe took place.My grandmother apologised to her mother-“Sorry, Ma,I won’t do it again.”

Seldom had it happened that such beautiful cooks (both of them were excellent and superb cooks) would stay calm without squabbling or bickering with each other.

That day after my maternal grandmother had finished her bath, my maternal great grandmother tied a red ribbon on her head and gave her a big kiss and after that she fed her daughter that beautiful lunch which she had prepared so lovingly for her daughter.

Those times have got over a long ago, but they still remain fresh and beautiful in memory and in life.

Adios!

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Joshua And Arroz Con Pollo!

Joshua is currently based in the states and for a few weeks he was in the beautiful city of Madrid.

He was there on a business visit. He went there at the beginning of December and was in for nasty surprise when he reached his hotel.

His flight was delayed by more than three hours and there was no hotel cab waiting for him outside the airport. So, taking a cab he reached his hotel and there he found out that his reservation had been booked for the next day. So that night he didn’t have any reservation and out of the two rooms available in the hotel, one was the Presidential suite and other one was duplex room and both of them were priced at nearly about $70 and other one at $250. Without wasting a minute he booked the duplex room at $70 per night.  But the night held a big twist for him yet. The hotel’s restobar was closed for renovation.
So, in the chilly weather he had to go in search of a restaurant as the flight meal was already digested and were transformed into energy which he was nearly exhausted all for.

He took a cab and after half an hour he found a place which looked decent enough. He went inside that restaurant and the menu card was presented to him was in Spanish.

He told the waitress-“an English menu card please.”

The waitress replied-“No English menu, por favour.”

Joshua simply started gazing down the menu card and the end of the menu card he stuck gold.

In big letters there was written-“Arroz Con Pollo”.

Joshua to the waitress-“Uno arroz con pollo, por favour.”

The waitress-“Si, senor”.

Joshua said that he felt like a small boy in an adventure book.

To be able to order food in Spanish and that without knowing the basics of the language was a task which he had successfully accomplished. The food and menu cards in restaurants are so complicated now a days that even great connoisseurs find themselves in a jimbo when they visit such restaurants. The whole act of “hmm, hmm, ha, ha” is superfluous. Beneath the act and layer of being a connoisseur, they are as same and confused as the common man.

The “arroz con pollo” came soon enough and Joshua gobbled down the dish so fast that he didn’t see his childhood friend standing right in front of him. When he looked up he saw that a man who was the chef was standing in front.

The man spoke-“So, Joshua, you still owe me $10.”

Joshua was befuddled.  How did the man know his name? The chef seeing his perplexed eyes, removed his chef’s hat and sat down just opposite to him. Joshua slowly realized that he was looking at his childhood friend Dominique with whom he used to play football and one day to buy a gift for his sister, he had borrowed $10 from him, but Dominique was ten years older than him, but they used to play together as they all lived in the same housing block.

Joshua-“ Oh Lord Jesus! Dominique is it you ?”

Dominique-“Yes, the old Dominique.”

Saying so he hugged Joshua very tightly.

Joshua-“ What are you doing here?”

Dominique-“I own this damn restaurant.”

Joshua looked around and said-“You own this place?”

Dominique-“Yes and that fine plate of “arroz con pollo” was made by my own sweet hands.”

Joshua-“You are a chef too?”

Dominique-“Not only a chef, my title is chief chef-Dominique”, pointing to his name and title printed on his chef’s shirt.

Joshua-“Chief chef?”

Dominique-“ Yes, my friend Josy.”

Joshua-“Don’t call me Josy. I ain’t a boy anymore.”

Dominique-“ Josy, Josy, little Josy.”

Joshua-“ I will break your nose, if you call me Josy anymore.”

Dominique-“I would like to see you try, seeing that you are still like a nascent kid to me, I think you would barely be able to move your hand upto my nose and you still owe me ten bucks.”

Joshua-“ Are you truly Dominique?”

Dominique-“No, I am his ghost.”

Joshua-“ Here are you ten dollars.”

Dominique-“ Thanks a lot. Now, what are you doing in Madrid?”

Joshua-“I am on official business tour.”

Dominique-“ Where are you staying?”

Joshua told him the hotel’s name.

Dominique-“ Well from now on you are my guest and the Presidential suite is for you for as long as you want.”

Joshua-“What are you saying?”

Dominique-“I own that hotel too.It was my father’s. Now I have expanded it. So you are my guest and tomorrow you shall come to my house for dinner and meet your sister in law.”

Joshua-“Who is she?”

Dominique-“ You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

Joshua-“ I definitely would.”

Dominique-“Susan.”

Joshua-“What you married Susan? She was completely against you.”

Dominique-“Yep. But be very careful.She is now a mother of two boys and both of them are notoriously hardened pranksters.”

Joshua had started yawning, so Dominique-“Alright, now you go and have some rest and tomorrow we shall meet again my friend.”

Joshua –“Yes we definitely shall. But Susan? Will she meet me? After all, we haven’t met and spoken with each other for more than fifteen years.”

Dominique-“Ah! She still loves you. It’s her father whom she still is angry about. That old man had brewed up a family somewhere else and didn’t spend a dime to help her or her mother.”

Joshua-“So, that’s why she married you.”

Dominique-“Yes, I was her knight in distress. She wanted to study ahead. I knew my family in Spain could help her become a doctor, so I asked her to marry me and both of us came to Madrid and she is now a Cardiologist. But she doesn’t practice because our two brats give her a lot of trouble. One is aged four and the other is aged about seven and both of them are experts at bunking school. They have gone after me. You shall see. If they don’t play any serious prank on you, I will give you $100.

Joshua-“Lord help us.”

Dominique-“I too pray to him and that is the reason why I go home late.”

They went on reminiscing about their old days and after an hour Dominique dropped Joshua at his hotel and went home to his family.

Adios!