[WINNING ENTRY]
On a regular day of Mumbai life, Ved, an average employee running late for office had to share the autorickshaw with Geet, a sikhni from Bhatinda who was also running late but for her train and 'life mein ek train nahi chhuti' uski...
It was just another morning in Mumbai where people were starting their regular day. On the busy road of the city an autorickshaw stopped to pick up its passenger. As soon as the man in formal attire got inside, another girl slipped in with her hands full of luggage.
"Bhaiya! Jaldi se station Chalo!" She said, still settling her baggages.
The rickshaw driver turned back to look and the man who got on rickshaw before her spoke-
"Ji, maine pehle yeh rickshaw li."
"Dekho, I know yeh rickshaw tumne pehle li but mujhe na station jaldi pohouchna hai, varna Meri TRAIN MISS HOJAEGI!" She squealed.
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"Aap please doosri rickshaw le lijye. Main office ke liye late horaha hu." He explained his situation.
"Array, ajeeb ho! Ek din late hojaoge to office waale nikal nahi denge! But Meri TRAIN MISS HOJAEGI aur Aaj tak life mein ek train nahi chhutimeri!"
"Kya mach-mach laga rakha hai? Dono utro! Mereko boni karni hai!" The irritated driver shouted.
The man spoke quietly, "Bhaiya, aap station chalo, mera office raste mein aata hai."
"To pehle bolneka ka tha na.." the driver started the rickshaw, "khaali-pili time waste kiya."
"Mumbai ki crowd ki wajah se itne cheedhe hue hona dono? Main to jaa rahi hu Mumbai chhodke, hamesha-hamesha ke liye! Bhatinda! Meri family rehti hai waha! Geet ki family!" She said with a big smile.
"Geet kaun, behenji?" The driver asked.
"MAIN GEET!" And she continued talking about herself with great enthusiasm even when no one asked her anything.
"Thoda dheere baat karengi aap? Ya better, chup rahengi?" The man requested.
"Tum zyada kuch nahi bolte? Introvert ho Kya? Ya phir kuch aur? Ho kaun bhyi tum,haa, bolo-bolo."
The man stared blankly for some seconds before replying, "Ved, Ved Vardhan Sahni."
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"Acha Ved, itne chup Kyu ho? Tabyat theek nahi hai?"
"I'm fine." Ved replied slowly but Geet wasn't satisfied with his response and kept on insisting him to speak more.
The non-stop chattering of Geet made Ved lose his temper and he aggressively began, "Tabyat hi theek nahi hai Meri. Andar se awaaze aati hai- Tum kaun ho? Main kaun hu? Usse kaise pata main kaun hu? Mujhe jab nahi pata ke main kaun hu toh use kaisa pata? Kya main yeh nahi hu Jo main hu? Ya main woh hu Jo woh kehrahi hai? Hu kaun main? "
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Geet looked at him confusedly for a second but later smiled, "tum Ved ho. Tum yeh ya woh nahi ho jo koi aur keh raha hai. Tum Ved ho."
"Aur Ved kaun hai?" Ved asked.
"Ved? Mujhe kaise pata hoga bhyi. Mujhe to bas Ved ka naam pata hai, uski kahaaninahi. Maine to apni puri kahaani tumhe bata di, tum bhi mujhe Ved kikahaani bata do, yaar!" She grinned.
"Ved ki kahaani.." he repeated profoundly, "Ved ki kahaani shuru hoti hai jab woh milta hai Tara se..."
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And with that Ved started telling his story to Geet
