Part-2
How lucky these drops are ,just waiting to fell down .With in a second they all will be united and will flow with each other as a one current and then there will be no difference of size or colour.
Wow what a mighty tree this is ,on the summit but isn’t it strange, it’s alone there . Amazing ,Nature is really a best teacher “ On the top but alone”.see everything beneath that tree is green except that tree. life is not about reaching the acme because one will alone there but i don’t know what it is all about .when ever i will come to know i will surely share with you .
Hey whats happen to me ,is i am freak or got out of mind just clicking trees n bushes .
well ..well..well so what this is ….my friends and relative back in Punjab usually don’t like this stuff but i love it .they don’t like vada pav because Punjabi always like heavy meal at the start of the day and second it is namesake of Punjabi Dahi vada but not as they don’t find Dhai in this vada.
,i told her not to worry and board my train. the moment train start moving (mean the moment train got excitation frequency,i start feeling resonance) my eyes start dipping and as usual i went in hibernation .At around 1:15 am i listen someone shouting surat..surat but it was too late for me to get down ,for one moment i thought of jumping out but one aged uncle hold my hand and i dropped my plan so what i could do now? i again went for small sleep..and woke up after one hour and got down at unknown city .That place had BABA ADAMS times railway station and bus stand ,i inquired half awaken coolie ”bhai next train kab aye gi” coolie “sahib subha 9 baje. i said :bus stand hai kya pass mae? coolie ji :bahar nikalte hi hai,liken koi fayda nahin hai subha 8 baje pahli bus mile gi.(bus stand is just next to station but first bus will leave at 8 am ).i said ATM kahan hai? coolie :sahab yo kya hota hai? i too start explaining him :bhaiya yo ek m/c hoti hai ..jisme ek card dalte hai to passe bahar ate hain(ATM is a m/c ,you can take out money at any time,one dont need to go to bank for money)….he start looking me awkwardly. he said sir i know only condom m/c i don’t know what is ATM ? so please do me a favor please go away and let me sleep so i left him and came out of station .after exploring all options i decided to go to highway and catch volvo bus but the question was who will take me to highway. after half an hour i met a autowala i asked him to drop me to highway ,he stared me and asked are you new to this city? i said yes.next question: why you came here? i told him whole story .Then he asked me who are you? Muslim or Hindu? i smiled(i dont know why) and told does it matter .then he said fine i will leave you at highway but before that u have to accompany me to a hotel i have some work there.i said fine.we both went to the hotel which was full of Muslims (actually it was roja month ),i dont know why he didnt told me what work he had there but i never asked him.that place was quite cozy ,one of the gentlemen asked for food and milk .my driver went to a room and after finishing his prayer (i guessed ),he dropped me on highway and then he start explaining everything : driver :sir never come to this place at odd hours .me: why ? driver :this place is Muslim dominated area and few notorious people always find Hindu guys to bully them.
..i was sitting in Punjab roadways bus just next to driver and trying to recollect all faces,whom I saw in last few days .i was deeply involved in my thoughts then suddenly a lady came with her kid and without any instruction she throw her kid on my laps. I was in dreams so i took some time to realize that i am holding a small kid but by the time it was quite late ,the small kido released his pressure over me 
.yes it was a work ,being away from home and because of sedentary job now i don’t have same digestive system which i had few years back ,so that's why just simple Punjabi breakfast become a big task me for me. while i was struggling with breakfast , i heard a harsh but loud sound …25 ka ek or 100 kae 5 ,he was selling flower pots . i didn’t bother my self with the voice but i know who so ever is the master of this voice he is not Punjabi (specifically Majih”people from north Punjab “) .My father respond to his repeated shout .Papa: oye chotu . how many pots do you have today? chotu : sir ji 15 ,how many you want? but price is 25 per pot .papa: no ,we want all 15 but at old price of 20/pot .he was not convinced . i too come out to see what is going on. first time i saw the source of the sound and he was just a kid of around 13-14 year age but he had a confident outlook ,self-respect and business acumen of mature man and same time wide-eyed godliness .a softness which can’t be touched and sensed easily with naked eyes but sensed by internal feelings .once father fixed deal with him ,he asked him to have some breakfast /tea or sweets ,he denied softly but after small persuasion we agreed for tea.i served him hot tea and asked his name. he told his name :Monu .i don’t have habit to ask surname so i didn't bother to adk the same .i asked him about his family and why he is in this job even though at this age he is suppose to be school. For time being he didn't said a word ,then with a tear in eyes he started his story .sahib don’t you ask me ,i am Monu kumar, singh,khan or xyz..i said is it necessary .he said yes sahib ..i am Monu khan but thats not my true name I love to be addressed as Ijaj khan .My name is Ijaja khan .i hails from Mujafrabad U.P .my parents shifted to Gujarat for employment in 1998 .i was just few year old when a mob of ….killed my parents he was hesitating to say a mob of Hindus.they burnt our house and killed my parents and brothers .just i was left that too because one person in a mob saved me .Then i went to my maternal aunt ,she was in ,Pune . In Pune i started my new life .i worked on tea stalls /cleaning and learnt making earthen pots .Just few days back one of my cousin was coming to Gurdspur so i accompanied him. Here in Gurdaspur i tried to search job but no one was willing to give job to Ijaja khan so i changed my name to Monu khan and whenever some ask me my name i just tell them Monu as it is a popular hindu name .I asked him do you have any grudge on the people who killed you parents. he said sahib i am a small man ,not educated but still i know that the mob which killed my parents had no religion and how could i grudge from some-one who saved my life then who are giving me food (s my most of customers are hindu.I have seen many people most of them have sympathy with me but yes few kicked me too but for that i can’t have grudge on everyone and now i don’t even remember the face of any one who was there that night. now he cheered himself up said sahib i don’t need big home ,car or more money what i need is just food,air and shelter .i was shocked at understanding of a illiterate kid who had tragic life but still how mature he is . i appreciate Ijaja and one question to my self is it really difficult to be secular ?