Jalal's Diary

Jalal's Diary : Part 3

Jalal's Diary : Part 3

Diary,

You know what, I have learnt a lot in the past day. I consider myself lucky to have such people around me, from whom I can learn so much. Wait, first let me brief you on what all happened.

You know diary, I haven't told this to anyone, but I miss my dad a lot. I miss the moral stories he used to tell me, the long walks we used to take, and everything. He used to tell me that I'll be great ruler, much greater than him, who'll rule people's hearts and take Mughal Sultanate to greater heights. I miss everything about him. I don't really know what the aawaam thinks about him as a ruler, but he was the best father, and that is without a doubt. I miss everything about him. Even today if I see children playing with their fathers, a smile comes on my face, recalling my own best days, but it fades away the moment I realize how early I was deprived of all this. Though I don't think these quick facial movements have ever been noticed by anybody. That is good. It is better that the people around me get to know only that much of me, that I allow them to.

All the hard work that I am doing to expand the empire, is also because I want my father to be proud of me. Whenever there are celebrations of our victory, I can only imagine how happy he would have been at his son's fateh! I hope he is proud of me, watching me, blessing me, from up there.

Now, dear diary, you must be surprised to see this brand new side of me, right? Well, it was always there, but not for all to see.

Any ways, I am lucky that I have Khan Baba to look up to. He has been my dad ever since I occupied the throne. He is in the truest sense, my inspiration.

Yesterday, I learnt a new lesson from him, the way I have been doing. A man, I guess a soldier, had brought his new born son to Khan Baba, to get his blessings. But poor guy chose the wrong time to come. Khan Baba was in his teaching mood. And so he used the poor man. Well, I actually kinda pity him. You know what Khan Baba did? He asked that man to hand over his son, and go all the way to Agra, to send glass bangles to his Begum. Moreover, his condition was that not a single bangle should break.

That poor man's face fell. I was actually clueless about the events. Khan Baba is so unpredictable at times. I asked him the consequences of a broken bangle. Finally, he explained. He told me that not a single bangle will break. The man's love for his child, won't allow him to do so. He said, that is exactly what I have to do with the Rajputs. I have to snatch their weakness, and make them dance to my tunes. These people won't affected by killing or hurting them, they would be defeated when their guroor is attacked.

I respect him so much due to this dimaagi taaqat of his. This is one trait I wish I could have. I am indeed lucky to have such a person with me, teaching me the best an emperor needs.

Now, I have always wanted Khan Baba to be proud of me, to praise me for my little victories. That is normal right, every person needs encouragement. And I too, am a human only. Right diary? But Khan Baba believes that instead for celebrating over a win, I should start planning for the next. He is right, I know. But...

Yesterday, we were passing through a busy market. You know what? Khan Baba asked me to relax, and take a look at a beautiful girl, who was shopping nearby. Now diary, I don't have much interest in girls. To tell the truth, I have such an abundance of girls in my harem, that I am literally bored of them. Now...please don't laugh okay. To me, they are confusing creatures, who chat and fight all day long. Hence, I thought that this was a really bad idea. I was about to refuse him, but then I got a brilliant idea. Well, brilliant, in my opinion.

This was my chance to experiment on two very mysterious topics , Pride, and love. But I actually was amused by the whole experience. As soon as I went up, and held that girl's hand, her husband came running after. He pleaded with me, to spare her and all. And I agreed. There was only one condition, he can either have his wife, or his life. And as I had thought, he chose his dear life. I actually chuckled at that. After the scared man ran away, I sent that girl too. I told her to go and think about the strength of her husband's love for her, a husband who couldn't even save his wife's dignity.

I am surprised to know how over-rated this word 'mohabbat' is. What kind of rosey talks people do, flaunting about love! And see this, that is what the actual strength of love is. When your life is in danger, love and all flies out of the window. I couldn't help but laugh at that stupid girl, she was expecting her coward husband to save her. Poor one! And more shocking is the fact that man considered his wife to be the pride of the house. And when the time came, he did not even bother to look at her, Wow! Right?

Well, love has always been a confusing topic for me. I don't believe in it. Not after seeing what happened yesterday. But I do believe that people 'FALL' in love. They really do. All the sense goes away, I guess. Like in the case of that poor girl, she became so senseless, that she actually thought her man would save her, n the cost of his life! I don't understand love at all. Why people consider it so precious, and so unique, and beautiful, I have no idea. I guess it takes a heart to know what it actually is. The only kind of thing, closest to love, that I have experienced, is the one I have for my father. Not the kind, in which a man goes all mushy after a girl.

Enough of these love talks. Already irritated!

Let me introduce you to another one of special people in my life. He is Abdul, my closest buddy. The one who understands me perfectly. He has never feared me, and that is a thing which I love so much. There is an abundance of people who fear me, and I am short ones who don't.

Diary, today I selected a horse for myself, but came to know that Khan Baba had already taken it. Now Abdul asked to deny it to him. Now that made me angry. I can't bear to listen a word against my Khan Baba. But Abdul, he's a devil. He knows exactly how to calm me down. As I said that I would kill him, he instantly replied that wouldn't it be shameful if an emperor kills a disabled? Uff..this guy na. I couldn't help but smile at this. His wit and fearlessness always makes me admire him. He has the sharpest, and the most cunning brain you would ever see.

As I turned to leave, he proudly announced, that the horse doesn't matter. The one which my emperor would ride, automatically becomes special. This line of his took the cake. I turned and smiled at him, and he smiled back. He knows how make me angry, and then how to bring me to the best of my moods. Very few people are lucky to have a friend like him. Right diary?

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Thank you. :)