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 A fine morning in May, that soon ceases to be fine. I moved out
on my bike,the route was well thought. Straight to SBI to get a draft, then to KEM road for some shopping, lastly to my
parental house in Hanuman Hatta and back to SadulGanj , where I was putting up then.
Once in SBI; I headed for the counter with filled form in my hand ;"ek draft banana
hai" I handed over the money and form to clerk. 10 secs,30sec, 1min, 2min___ , no response.
" kab milega" ? ; He moved his head up very slowly, moved the
paan in his mouth to right, then to left & then to some more
convenient location that I could not guess. " kaal shaam ne le jaaya". "
kal shaam ko"? I was a bit shocked,
" bhaiji dilli mein to ghanto lage hai", may be marwari can help
me, I thought.
He eased himself on his chair, nestled back a little, with a very vicious smile on face
"ieya hia byaha, abe raat ne dilli jaayi, kaal bathe draft banasi, parsu
athe pacho aasi ,iesu badhiya hai athe su kaal le liye, aage thari marzi" I got it immediately. there was no need
to say anything.
But then today living in Noida a well planned satellite town, with all modern
amenities. I remember Bikaner not for that hot- sandy days, or for the traffic driven by laws of randomicity but for the tolerance and easiness of common people there and a long series
of mouth-watering recipes from Chotu-Motu and Aggarwal. The professionalism and
efficiency of people in metros can never be substituted for the compatibility and concern I experienced in Bikaner
through my life. KEM road, the lifeline of Bikaner, with a no. of trysts, can get anyone nostalgic anytime living anywhere
in the world.
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