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Do Not Waste Food

Friday... a day before the weekend, this is a day when mind and heart always fight, one says to work and other pushes to the height of fatigue.. Yes with the same turmoil I was working in Dwarka Sec-7 Market,

Talking to the retailers and field officers how market is acting with GST implementation,

We were having a meaning full discussion at a corner Chai wala, where you can find solution of almost every problem of the world, instantaneously my manhood has given me a call and my eyes stuck to a woman, this autofocus eyes are an in-build feature of men,

So as I lost in that women apparently, she was seems that she was blessing the world since 35-36 yrs, she was wearing well-tailored Indian suit and nicely draped dupatta,

Dupatta was doing best of his job, it was covering almost all of her body in which her suit was failed,

“What a descent lady... Must be from some well-cultured Indian middle class gharana”..This was my first reaction, which accidently comes out of my mouth.

The other guy who was standing with me and cribbing about GST gave me a look and smiles weirdly,

“What... What has happened... she is nice…. Isn’t”??

“Sir aisa bahut maal hai Dwarka mein… Jaaney Do... (Sir there are lot of these women in Dwarka)

Those words bombarded my brain like hell... I Felt like I’m a dead body and somebody is kicking me.. and top of it I can feel it but can’t do anything, I was almost about to scream... What the F&%^... She is an ordinary lady who is going somewhere for work and you are labeling her like this… But my formal shirt with Jacket hold me back and I asked him “Why are you saying like this...?

“Sir have you noticed that Sack in her hand”

“Yes, she must be going to buy something”

“NO”

“No ...Means What, what is the point”

“That Sack is her Bed and she is a sex worker... she uses this for her clients”

That was second Bomb in my Brain……… and this time My formal clothes couldn’t worked

“Shut Up... Do you have any idea what are you saying...? Can’t you see her clothes and the way she is walking... See she is going to that park... Must be resident of that area... You should feel ashamed the way you are talking...”

“Sir I’m sorry but believe me I’m right, she is going to that park only for this reason... That’s her permanent place, her regular clients know that she is there”

“I Know these ladies, Infact I know a lady personally among them, she use to do all this at the backside of my Society” …You can ask her himself .. She is there till 4’O Clock”

I was insensate...

God knows how my veins got connected with brain and I said “Leave... Leave her lets go back to work”

Then we start doing all robotic work which I was supposed to do in Dwarka market... I guess in this work pressure all of us are suffering from Amnesia... Or our mind is configured like this only.

Anyway “its 2:00 Let’s have lunch” I asked the boy with me,

“Sure, Sir let’s have Non Veg... I know a place near my house where we can have authentic Mutton Nahari’

Before taking you all further let me have pleasure to tell you about my favorite “NAHARI; It is a spicy hot slow cooked curry made with Leg shank of Goat or beef, and Nahari is best served with marrow & Butter” .. Ok Ive done duty to make you aware of nahari..Now God will bless me,

“Sure” Let’s Go.

That restaurant was unlike other Nahari Restaurant, That was clean and hygienic and chairs was placed nicely at outside the restaurant and beautiful weather is an added advantage for me,

“WOW, lovely place”

‘Thank You Sir”

In less than 5 mnts food has been served and Nahari was above the expectation Level,

“Anirban It’s a nice place and Nahari is Amazing... I’ll keep visiting Dwarka..

But next time we will order less food out of greed we have ordered too much”

‘Ya we had too much and still left food in which 1 person can easily eat”

“Let me give you feedback for the day over the cigarrete, I need to digest my food also”

‘That way sir..that’s my regular shop’

“That brown building is my apartment where I live”

“OK”

I was about to finish my feedback to Anirban ...Suddenly He said

“Boss That is the lady about whom I was talking about, that Sex Worker and see she is also holding the same sack... I was telling you na.. See I was not wrong”

Believe my that lady was also nicely dressed and drapped by dupatta

“Can you call her... I’ve never interacted these ladies”

“haan Haan Sure...”

Anirban waved his hand and remotely that lady started walking towards us...

One thing is sure Anirban’s relation with that lady is more than a spectator...”

She was nicely dressed and as she is coming nearer to me her body curves has became more prominent, well fitted suit and slits at the back was adding boast to her upper body and strategically wore wrong size of UGs gave appeal to her womanhood, her scarlet red lipstick can be seen under her dupatta also which was draped all over her face

“Kaisi ho... Bahut din baad’ (How are you.. Met after a long time)

“mein toh roz aati hun..tum kahan ho” (I came here daily.. where were you)

“mein busy tha.. tum dikhi bhi nahin”  (I was busy and also didn’t saw you in between)

“Lo ab dekh Lo” ( Ok... now see)

and she removed her dupatta,

Her fair complexion, prominently big nose, Sulken eyes and sarlet lips has no combination with each other and makes her ordinary looking 40 yrs aged lady..

“Yeh mere boss hain” (he is my boss)

“namastey” (Hi)

“Hello”

Kaisi hain Aap” (how are you)

“Aap bataiye aapko kaisi lagi” (You tell how do you find me)

“Mera matlab..Aap ke ghar” (I didn’t that.. I mean about your family and all)

“Matlab sub ka ek hi hota hai sahib... warna wahan se kyun bulatey, mein koi hema malini thodi hun” (every man has same concerned... else why do you call me .. As I’m some celebrity)

“kaam karti hun aur paisey kamati hun” (I do work and earn mone)

Oh fuck Anirban was right... suddenly I’ve realized the sack in her had which is now placed inside her underarm...

“Yeh kya hai” (What is this)  ..wrong question from my side

“”haha…ghar bhi jana hota hai na..kapdey kharab ho jayeinegy.. ghar pe nahin pata na” (Laughed ... I also need to go back home... they don’t know that I’m doing this and I use this so that my clothes will not get dirty)

“Ghar pe kya pata hai”? (What did you family know)

“Sahab kaam ki baat karo..late ho rahi hun ..ghar jana bhook lag rahi hai”

(Sir lets talk real, I’ve to go home as I’m hungry)

“Theek hai jao.. buss aisey hi baat karni”… ‘Khana khaogi”?

(Ok you can go.. I was just want to talk to you... you can have food here)

“kahan yahan? Itney paisey nahin hai.. aap khilaogey toh lungi”

(Here... I can’t efford food here but im fine if you can treat me)

“Aao “ (Come)

then ive ordered half portion nahari along with 3 rotis for her

Restaurant boy said, “Sir we did not serve half portion...”

“Ok then give full”

Me and Anirban did not utter a single word as both of us watching her constantly offcorse Anirban’s angle was  different from me

Actually, I was looking at her and feeling happy to meet another Nahari lover…

“Apko Nahari Pasand hai” (Do you like NAHARI)

“Kya.. Nahin khana acha hai.. Isko kya boltey hain?”

(What, I like this this food, what do you call this dish)

“Nahari”

“Acha…. Teekha hai magar acha hai..” (It’s spicy but good to eat)

Once she finished her food I asked for bill

“Sir 400/”

She screamed “Kya 400 ka.. Bahut mehnga hai” itney mein toh mein aur merey char bachey khana khaletey”

“Acha sunn yeh packet mein kardey aur yeh adhi roti bhi daal dena”

She asked about the leftover... that’s Ok but why one fourth of Roti?

“Arey iska kya karogi.. “?

“Sahab merey bacho ne aisi roti kabhi nahin khai.. humarey gaon mein 2 Rupeey ki hoti hai na”

Listening this my earth started shaking and lost my Voice somewhere...

She said sahib sub apki tarah nahin hai.. 400 ke liye 4 admi aatey hain aur kabhi kabhi din mein 4 admi bhi nahin aatey”

“matlab”

“Matlab sahab jo khana mein lekey ja rahi hun usmein agar pani mila dungi toh humara poora ghar sham mein acha khana kha leingey aur apko dua bhi deingey”

I look at her pay the bill and left without saying a word... On the way, I was looking outside and I’ve seen many more ladies holding sack in their hand and all of them standing near different gardens,

I don’t know why but I’m feeling like culprit that we usually waste our food and leaving our food in plate is our regular and educated practice and some has even becoming sex worker for that much food only..

Can’t we do any thing and may be this is one of the best case to whom I’ve met. May some others be in worst scenario then this lady...

How can I waste food...? How can I do this...Is it because of the reason that I’m educated and I’m earning good...

If yes than then the lady whom I’ve met who was fighting for daily meal can’t afford to send her kids to the school means one more generation is getting ready for the FEAST DUE TO HUNGER,

I don’t k now when I’ve reached home and when Anirban called me 9 times and a texted me “What happened... Sir I don’t know this lady... I will not meet her again, Sorry Sir and…...Blah Blah

Request you all readers please

DO NOT WASTE FOOD, WE CANNOT EFFORD THIS ANYMORE