Crossroad Of Love

The Innocent Walk....

(All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental)

Yes it all begins in the Stone Age kind of year, more or less the 1990"s, the most common thing that used happen in India had also occurred in Bangalore-560057. I was thrown to earth in this year hehehehe, Mr. Salman Pasha, Son of Hubbub and Mubeena Begam in Muslim family which was the most open in terms of religious thoughts.

Actually I found myself wondering as I grew up, Why people refer me as "Sabru maga nodo"(see Sabru"s son ) and my Father, whose name was actually H.Babu , which made me always think "Damnnn my mom has one more husband Mr. Sabru" but eventually, I realized "Sabru's Son" is the local slang for a Muslim's son and I actually was almost in the hunt for my second father at the age 7.

And as time went along on my hunt for an Unknown Sabru Dad hehehe, I joined the school where it all begins "Standards School"!!!!

I still remember my first day in school, my mom dragging me to class and I was crying like hell "Nooooooooo I won't go!!!! I won't!! I won't!!! I won't!!!" Well, who listens to a crying kid!!!! I entered my class and I saw my mom walking away and I saw her as if Paroo was watching her Devdas walk away with tears in my eyes & my so called husband that's my teacher "Rajlakmi" holding me not allowing me to go. Huff GOD!!!

My life in school had just begun.

Time went along and now I was in 8th STD, and here I am tall enough fair enough but I was 98kgs!!!

98 kgs man o man!!! I was so fat, that kids would see me as if I am Godzilla, Some Dino from Jurassic park ready to eat them and every girl in the school would look at me & laugh out loud!!!!

Being fat has so many downturns you know!!! Whenever you walk around everyone would find a nice reason to laugh, class mates would always sing this song for me which always stayed in my heart "Dumma Dumma Banda Muchkondu tinda" (Mr. Fatty comes in slowly and eats the food silently) & well I was named again. "Dumma Salman" (Moota Salman, Fatass Salman). For the upside Cadbury seems to be like Heaven.

Thanks to all this I had become Introvert, who was shy to speak, who would not raise his voice, who never had the courage to speak his mind out. Yet like all introverts, I was happy in my own world. Had no friends but my mom "Mubeena Begam" I used to call her as "Ammi" in the typical Urdu accent and she was my Best buddy.

Moms have this magician ability where they can know what's running on our mind, and here is why.

One day when I was walking back from school as usual all alone, had no friends u know but munching my favorite diary milk, I always wished the fountain of diary milk and me swimming all day long anyways, as I walked, I saw bunch of kids pointing fingers at me and laughing "Dumma Nodo Dumma heg tintedane" (look at the fatty ass munching "wo dehko MOOTA saala kise thus raha hai"), this time as I felt hurt. Dunno why but it did hurt!! Angry with myself I threw my precious five rupees chocolate down and ran away. hmmm may be not the right word to say, I walk away you know 98kg guy can't run he he he .. so just can walk but ya I ran(walked, ok stop laughing) away to my house with tears in my eyes I went to my mom and told "WHY AM I LIKE THIS" and went away!!!

Whole day I had nothing, was angry on Allah ha ha ha I was actually made many deals with Allah that day.

"God make me thin will never miss namaz", but guess Allah had his own problems to solve so in came my Mom, she asked me,

"What happened beta" but I didn't utter a word,

And she continued "I know you are angry that you are so fat Na?"