psssshh… ppssshh…
After reaching in the corridor I started moving as my driver was moving ahead of me like the leader showing the way to reach my destiny but as my patience gave up I asked him “where are we going there is nothing here except these ripped up oldies, dust and darkness nothing happening or interesting and you still wants me to continuing moving this direction. But my words and statement was not making any effect on him and he was still keeping that grim smile him that he knows everything and you soon going to get what you want you will be surprised by that also. but this time his smile worked as a detonator for me and I was so charged burst out on but suddenly I heard a sound “pssshhh psshhhh…” that sound save the driver from the tsunami of my anger as I turned in that direction I saw a women standing there wearing a sari (wearing will be wrong thing to use, she was just putting it). She must average in height and was looking like reaching mid 20. Her hairs were open not clutched eyes were lined and her lips were plastered with thick lipstick. after seeing her I thought ” wow Delhi’s beggar maintain a standard being a beggar she still affording these cosmetics must be expensive but my thinking was going to be wrong”.
After seeing her I asked
What!!
You want something? “She asked in her lower tone”
Hearing this question from some woman at this place who did not look like a beggar but wearing clothes like one was strange for me. So I again asked her “what???” but this time in a confident way.
But this question of mine was going to made me regret for asking my driver to take me to some place and will also going to know about the source for those cosmetics expenses.
In response to this question of mine she didn’t say anything just pointed at the stairs but in the end of the stairs there was something unexpected by me that going to scare me out till my last hair and will going to make me realize where I was. And where my driver has taken me and also the reason behind the grim look on my drivers.
When I looked at the pointed direction that is at the top of the stairs there were some women were sitting with least clothes that they need to cover their body or I should say enough clothes to show their body to attract, some were wearing just their inner wear, and some were covering them with a sheet. At that place there were women from different parts of a country. Some were from Mongolia some were from Kashmir and some foreigners were also present there but the thing which was common in them was the thing for what they were present there. Those stairs were actually an entrance to the brothel like other stairs which were present there. Watching this unexpected scene I was like in a shock for second that I was in the red light area of Delhi. After realizing where I was, I just started moving in the direction of my nose so to quickly get myself out of the place. I started moving in a brisk walk manner and with that speed I erupted on my driver like a volcano and started shouting on him for what he had done or for where he had taken me. But that loud voice of mine came to halt by hearing the banging sound of a stick with the ground which was accompanied by the whistle. and when I turned at the sound to see whose sound was that but by seeing the source of the sound I was converted in the statue of stone in park that is helpless and can’t do anything to stop the birds from doing shit except smiling that was the same position I was in. because in front of me was a constable coming toward me banging his stick in ground to make the surrounding aware of his existence. What can be worse than this “First day in Delhi if caught by the “hawaldar”(i.e. constable) that too in the red light area? No one in my family will go to bail me out from jail I will have to spend my life in jail. And I will be removed from the family picture like unwanted furniture and no one will talk to me from my family”. All these thoughts coming into my mind. When you stuck in this kind of situation there is only one thing left i.e. god so I also started praying in my mind “please god save me I will never come in these areas and will come temple every Tuesday but please save me from this situation”. And I continued praying till the constable came close to me. At the time when the constable was coming to me all my blood was frozen don’t know why but I was not able to move in any direction. There was reason for that so, 1st I was very terrified by seeing the constable there and I was known that if I tries to run he will certainly chase me and then there will not be any option for me so I chose an another option that is to move with the slower pace in the same direction of the constable with confidence to make my cut on the situation but with the continuous chanting of prayer to save me at back of my head. At last my prayers were answered because the constable was just on the routine check and not conducting any raid. but from the time of his coming closer to me till he passes I was continuously trying to act normal by moving my concern on other thing but somehow my eyes always turns toward him to check where he reaches, is he still watching me, or is he coming to me or to some else. But as he passes I was relieved as if like I got the place to pee after controlling for hours. And as the constable passes besides me I instead of walking started running to get to the car and in no time I was in-car and car was out of Paharganj and also out from the reach of that constable….
While driving back to my uncle’s house I asked one question to my driver that was more like an enquiry for me.
”Is it written on my faces that take me to brothel and I want to enjoy with a prostitute?”
“no bhaiyaji I was just thinking to fulfill your wish and I was just taking you to a place which is most happening for me”, said my driver by disappearing his grim smile and making his face little innocent like a new-born who didn’t know that he had done pee in the lap of his guardian.
From that day onward I decided never to ask some driver or some servant of mine the most happening place for fun because we all have different definition for the word “happening” or “rocking”.
After an hour of drive in the traffic of Delhi and a couple of twists and turns I reached to my uncle’s house in South-Ex.
it was a DDA colony and I must accept that in Delhi government made things are really beautiful because that was really good according to his scenario with lots of park and trees in a colony or it can be because of the girls who were playing badminton or having their evening walk in those garden in their short sexy dresses. Those can easily came in the category of two piece swim suits and can acquire good rank too. After that drama at Paharganj now I was actually getting something from which I was looking to give my adventure a good start in Delhi. So I shifted my whole concentration on those girls and ordered my driver to drive the car as slowly as it can be stated as moving and I can enjoy baking my eyes for some time. but it didn’t last for long and I came across the garden and again was moving for my uncle’s house but this time little happy because I was sharing the colony with those girls and I will surely going to meet them next morning not incidentally but intentionally and that too of mine only.
At 9 I reached home with a tired body but with boosted soul or you can say that and then the whole chain of welcome beta started but it was obvious because I was like a son to them and they have seen me playing naked or we can say “nude”. so I was also happy to see them and we talked till 12 in night and then we go to sleep that too because of my behaving like sleepy person who have not slept from past 5 to 10 years but there was a reason for that and the reason was really important and it was to wake up early in the morning and have to meet those sexy women oops… sorry those sexy patthaas ( now I am in Delhi so act like “delhiites”).
to be continued….
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(i just want to thanx a friend of mine for helping me and making it readable thanx) 
