Musing Reminisce

  ”I am home!!” The triumphant voice of Neelkanth Eknath roared as he moved to the first step of his home territory. He was thrilled as the home column squares are always safe since no opponent may enter them. His final destination was now the victory triangle. He was now just five squares away from FINISH. At the centre of the battlefield was a large finishing square, composed of coloured triangles atop the players' home columns thus depicting "arrows" pointing to the finish. His other family members Neelkanth Diwedi, Neelkanth Tripathy and Neelkanth Chourasia were already safe and tucked away in the ’finish’ of their home territory. If all four of them managed to enter the ’finish’ safely and before their opponents reached their homes and their green ’finish’ triangles the Neelkanth’s would emerge victoriously.  It had been an arduous journey for all eight of them. And it was a race. A dangerous race where one could be ’killed’ and sent back to the beginning yard. Neelk...

  Bombay 1980. Jhooth Bole Kauwa Kaate!! Cawasji Jehangir was a fighter. He was a man with a heart of gold and fought for the rights of the downtrodden. Everyone lovingly called him Cawa Bawa. He was furious at himself for not being able to help the devotees who had approached him. He felt his hands were tied by the law. An idea started forming in his mind. He would have to play his cards right. He would have to make some people tell some lies. Well -- it was in the name of justice. Picking up the handset he started dialling on the rotary wheel of the phone base. As soon as he heard, ”Hello” he spoke into the mouthpiece. ”Govind, Cawa.” ”Meet me in 20 minutes at the usual place.” He put on his dark glasses, put on a hat, donned a thick overcoat, walked out into the street and mingled in with the crowds The setting sun provided a backdrop to this scene. ----------////---------- Govind was Govind Kaka. He was the chief trustee of the small Hanuman Mandir in the back lane of Kala Chow...