Kahanii DP ki

DP: in school

The DP that I knew was not very famous in school other than to his few close friends. DP was very shy. He had switched many schools from his kindergarten to his High Schools. DP, in his earliest days of school, had very few friends. One among them was Amit, followed by some Surname (with no offense, a Sindhi Surname, ending in “ani”)

Amit was not from a well-to-do family, unlike DP, but still he used to get hot food when he used to return from school (that too unlike DP). But DP was happy being friends with him, and in fact he had only that one friend in two classes in primary school, and then they moved off. Amit’s father got transferred to some other place, still unknown to DP and to us. And with no Internet facilities at that point of time, they could never keep track of each other.

Then, life had to move on, and he had a new friend. This new guy was Rishab. Rishab was a charm of the class. There were many girls, who later became friends with DP too, having crush on Rishab. There were many things that have made these two chaps so good a friend of each other. Firstly, their houses weren’t too far. Secondly, both were in the same class, in the same section, on the same bench, and had always secured almost the same marks. They often switched first and second positions in primaries. Now when I think of them, my beliefs in friendship grow high. Contrasting to others, they used to help each other get to the first position. Something, that’s very rare to see even in real brothers.

Thirdly, both of Rishab’s parents were working. And may be the most important aspect resulted in their close friendship. As DP was not allowed to program night outs with his friends, he used to enjoy his after-school-afternoons. The time just used to flow smoothly. DP used to come from school, to have food at his home (and sometimes, at Rishab’s place) and leave to Rishab’s place. Both of them first used to do their homework, have tea, or coffee, or sometimes even plain milk and play with Rishab’s cousins, living next doors. Something that ran constantly throughout this time was The Idiot Box, unless otherwise, they played an outdoor game.

DP started enjoying those days. He had got someone he could share his works, his responsibilities, his feelings. Someone only few people get. But may be that wasn’t what everyone accepted.

To be continued…

kahanii DP ki

DP: in his home

DP had been with his parents for all through his life. He had not spent a single day without being with one of his parents. His family however, never pampered him. He used to eat already prepared and preserved food for his lunch when he returned from school. There was not a single instance when he had been give freshly cooked food after having a tiring day in school. He, sometimes, used to get down to one of his friend’s place after school. He seriously used to love it.

DP had been proscribed for many things he wanted to do, many things he enjoyed doing. He was not allowed to effect a night out, even when he was in High Schools. Many knew the reason was that his mom was a bit skeptical, actually a lot skeptical about these night outs. She used to think that in these night outs, kids watch those serials/movies they shouldn’t, read those magazines that she used to call as stance-spoiler. Well, being an active part of such night outs, I think she wasn’t wrong though.

But DP wanted to do it once and actually should have been allowed for at least one night out. He had struggled in many exams just all alone as he wasn’t allowed to be with friends after 2130 hrs. Yet, believe me, he stilled loved his family more than I do.

But so for it, he never complained of it. And, he always showed to others that being loved by parents is not just getting hot food, iPods, cameras and other goodies. In fact, his story truly describes that being loved by parents, or in that any case, by anyone is not giving and taking stuffs, but giving and taking love and care. He just loved his family being together in all phases of life. He admired them arguing, and sometimes having altercations, just in the end to say sorry to each other.

I tried to figure out many times what was that he loved so much about his family. But today, while writing this I realized that their love was not a thing that wanted a reason, that their love wasn’t something they wanted to measure, that their love wasn’t a feeling that needed explicit proofs. I realized that they never wanted a reason to repel from each other.

Kahanii DP ki

P R E F A C E

This is the story of a guy called DP, (DP? What a crappy name!!) Many had actually tried to find out what DP stands for but that’s all in vain. It wasn’t either his initials. But these things are now irrelevant.

DP was a short guy with an average built with weird hairdos. His hairstyles used to change like seasons. I was very much afraid he would go bald someday. About his dressings, I have no words to describe them. Hazel Eyes, Beads around his neck, shiny smile and a stud pierced in the left ear. One thing I am sure of is that if DP is in a crowd of his height, there is no way you can miss him.

He was in his mid twenties. But with that only experience of life, he had so much to give to one who was almost one and a half times his age. He was an extremely intellectual guy, though didn’t look like. An accolade for his friends, including me, a gem for his parents, an asset for his companionship, he was no doubt the person you would ideally like to be.

The short guy seemed happy to everyone, but deep inside him laid a whole lot of world of his discontent, his failures, his hopes, and his thoughts. And that’s the reason I have decided to publish a series on the life of this guy. And yes, to be safer, I have taken the permission from him.