by Chanchal
One day, a group of friends had decided to go Connaught place, New Delhi from Bulandshahr to have the shopping and then some drink in a Mybar.
As Bulandshahr was the small city and they all had parents there, so they wanted a nice place to have some fun.
They reached Mybar and had the table. Prince said “today I will have whisky”, Azad said “I will have the beer”, Umesh “I will not drink”. Aryan said “oh, man, what are you saying? You should have a drink”. Prince said “ya right, you should have”.
Umesh ‘no brother, no”. Jani “we all come here for this only, for peaceful drinking”.
Umesh “ya, you are right, but, no, I drink occasionally”.
Aryan “don’t you have guts?”.
Umesh “one needs guts to drink?”. Aryan “ya”. Umesh “I am army man, I am a soldier in Indian army”.
Aryan “good, but don’t you have guts to drink?”.
Umesh “who told you to have guts for drinking?”.
Aryan ‘a banker, a pensioner, my father, The alcoholic man”.
Umesh “alcoholic man?”.
Azad “oh, our Guru ji, Aryan, he always has special words for everything. he calls the last puff of the cigarette, the last kiss. And prince told me about his “the last kiss” scandal”.
Aryan “ha he hu, it was not scandal, I am not Paris Hilton. I don’t do scandals”.
“now listen, how one needs guts to drink. Yesterday alcoholic man, called his friend after a long time. First, they were about the increment in pension and their grandsons and daughter. After 15 minutes, his friend said “ok I have to go now, my granddaughter has to sleep”. But my father asked him “so early? You will also sleep with her”, how can you sleep so early. It is time of drinking. His friend asked him “do you drink?”. He said “ya one bottle everyday”. His friend was shocked “really?”. He said like what great thing he was doing. “ya, half bottle in afternoon and half in night and three packet cigarettes. I eat 100 Rupees chicken daily and peanuts, cashews and almond”. His friend said politely “ok, drinking half bottle is not good, you are now grandfather, not good for kids to see”. He said “ha ha ha, ok ok, ok bhaijaan (Brother). Talk to you later, have the nice sleep”.
At the time of dinner with the family, I mean with us, he said.
“one needs guts to drink. See, my friends cannot drink. Some have BP, other have diabetes. Everybody has some disease. and I am here, can drink a bottle in a day”.
“Oho, that’s great dad” I said to him.
“ya, one needs guts to drink” he said again.
But after having the dinner I said mom “he cannot live without drink a single day. I think he is addicted. And he is saying to others, that they are gutless”.
My mom said “he is alcoholic and half mad. He is disease himself. Normal people don’t talk like this”.
Aryan: Ok, so according to alcoholic man, one needs guts to drink, understood?
Umesh: where from have been you brought, these buklolis(craps)?
Aryan: from the little Taj mahal, which alcoholic man has bought 4 years ago.
Azad: little Taj mahal?
Aryan: ya, little Taj mahal, which he bought at the price of 30 lacs. He gave only 5 lacs in cash and 12 lacs through home loan and 4 lacs through pension loan and others through relatives.
So, 5 lacs in cash plus 12 lacs home loan plus 4 lacs pension loan. It becomes 21 and 9 lacs from relatives. He has not return that money till date. Yesterday, I asked him, how you will pay this money? he said “I am taking another loan”.
I asked him, “how you will get it?”.
He said “banks do everything, they take the commission. There are middlemen, who do this only. I talked with one yesterday, he said, I will get the loan. He will manage everything”.
I said “ok, so you will get 9 lacs rupees loan?”.
He said “no, 7 lacs Rupees and 8% commission on it”.
Amazing, isn’t? he is ready to pay 56K rupees commission on 7 lacs. But he did that on 1st loan too. He gave 96k rupees. Banks hardly give loan with commission”.
Azad: I know, my dad too, had given the commission on loan. I know.
Aryan: but amazing thing is that, he still drinks one bottle at cost of 400 Rupees, 3 packet cigarettes, 2 bottle sodas and almond etc. and he says, he has guts and his friends don’t have
But he does not know this that, his friends do not have loans on their little Taj mahal. Calles don’t come to his friends’ home from the people, who has given loan to him. Calls come to his home only.
But......... but he is gutsy, do you know that?
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“Cloud no. 7”