East & West (E&W Unedited & Raw Version)

Page 2: Welcome To India

Jacky Dawson's POV

The loud announcement inside the plane woke me up from my deep sleep.

I looked outside through the window only to find that it was almost evening. The view was unclear, I could only see yellow lights painted on the dark sky. They were looking like floating candles. The Indian air hostesses were worth watching. So, rest of my journey was an entertainment.

After the checking point, I grabbed my bags from the conveyor table and went outside to find someone from my Indian branch to welcome me as it was mentioned to me that some guy named uh...Bawl-Ram I guess would receive me.

"Where is this guy...Ball...what...Ram?" I whispered to myself looking for the guy.

As soon as I crossed the gate of the airport, I was welcomed by more than six-seven people shouting & screaming at me & at each-other. They were all wearing some olive green coloured pant & shirt. It looked like a dress code. My eyes were shifting from one guy to another in confusion.

"Abey...mera customer hai ye, tu hatt saale!!" One of the guy shouted & pushed another guy. My eyes widened.

I could not move as all of them were surrounding me and I was not recovered from the shock yet.

"Sir, come, come with me. I will drop you. Come!!" The same guy said to me with a bright smile & tried to grab & pull my bag.

"Hey stop!! What are you doing?" Getting my sense back, I warned him pulling my bag back with extra force.

"Sir, he is going to loot you, you come shit in my auto. I will take you!" Another guy screamed at me.

Excuse me? Did he just say 'shit' or am I hearing something extra?

And, why the hell people here scream so much? My ears are hurting now. God!! I just can't take this anymore.

Before I could reply, I heard someone else screaming at the man.

"Abe, chal hatt!! Yeh mera customer hai!! Samjha!!" The guy who was pulling my bag left my bag and shouted at the other one.

It seemed like he was about to punch him. My head was now turning from one direction to another.

I need to find my guy. But how?? They all look same. I didn't know that people here wear same clothes!! What the hell is going on?

As I was about to leave the place, someone called my name "Mr.Dawson, Jacky Sirrr!!"

Thank god, someone knows my name!

I looked here and there to find the guy, I saw someone running towards me holding a paper that had my name written on it with bold letters. I sighed.

"Arre hatho yaar...tum log..!! Foreigner dekha nahi aur aajate hain muh uthake, lootne! Hatho yahan se!!" He shouted at the people standing around me, tearing the crowd, he reached me.

And suddenly, all of them left the place without screaming back but, they were all blabbering something.

Wow! That was new. What did he say? I must know.

The guy came forward with a surprised face.

"You are Mr.Jacky Dawson right?" He asked excitedly & I nodded.

"You are Ball...bawl...Ram" I tried to recall his name.

"It's Bal-Raam Singh, I am your P.A, personal assistant." he pronounced each word properly.

"Bell-Raam Sing."I repeated.

He nodded happily. "Uh, it's okay. Call me Balram."

"Ok, Bell-Ram, who were they? What did you tell to them? They seem like hooligans but after you screamed they left without any word." I tried to examine.