It was a rainy night.Yes it was . A young boy stranded on a bustop near a railway station.It wasnt a very good night.He was just returning home from a movie.There was a chilness in the air and he was shivering although he had this jerkin on him .
At a distance were a group of women clad in saree and they didnt intrest him ,so just didnt look at them.A while it went and he realised someone was actually passing signals at him, there was a lady ,she seemed old enough and he wanted to move in to ask her but something stopped him.Her dress and and her company made him wait.
As he turned around to move , came in a voice “saab ji chalte kya ? “.He paused and looked around it was the same lady .She looked beautiful from a distance, close in she looked pretty bad .With paan traces on her cheeks and an unusually coloured clothes on he wondered what she had asked .
She spoke again “Saab ji sirf 300 rupyon mein ho sakta hain aapke liye “.He still was confused. :p Considering the fact the boy we are talking is from a typical south indian family and unaware of the dark world.He still remained confused , what is this anuty trying to say to me he thought to himself.
He said in a low tone “aunty main aapko samjha nahi kya chahiye ?“.Hearing this she had broken down laughing.
Still the boy was looking at her.Her first attempt to come closer to him resulted in the boy moving a feets away!. She realised, she had wasted a nights income .As an hour passed the street had become empty and the building under which they had moved on was at the corner of a street.
The boy who was pretty much bored now tried starting up a discussion and said hi aunty the reply was a rude eye. He realised she wasnt interested abit.
He turned aside and that when she said whats ur name babu he was happy she spoke , replied with “Vijay” . and she was asking him about where he was from and what he was doing here late and he replied back saying . iam from madras ( knowing well it was chennai , just thot may be the lady didnt know) and iam an engineer as the lady paused he shot back where is your home aunty ?.
She told him vijaybaag.He had heard about that place being famous for redlight or prostitution.But didnt want to pull out that name so just kept quite.She asked him if he knew that place ?
He quitely said yes i do and its famous for being a redlight area, a wry smile was all the lady could afford.
and she nodded iam a part of that .
It was at this very point that the boy realised he was actually talking to a call girl.may be a prostitute was a better name .Call girls he thought were a bit sophisticated version of the one of the oldest proffession in the world.
In came a stupid question from the boy ” aap isme hain kyun ? aur koi kaam nahi mil sakta kya aapko ” he knew all the while it was a dumb question still he wanted to ask .
She jus moved a little of her saree and showed him her tummy and said iska kya .The boy didnt know which way to nod ,he hadnt fully understood what it meant ,for being brought up in a closed family wherein you are all the while protected and tons of care and love ladden on you. The harshness of the world beyond doesnt stick on to you.
A little more chit chat and then he brought in another question “aap imse aayi kaisse “.The face was pretty much disturbed may be she didnt wanna answer this one.but he pursued and repeated the question.
She asked him “kya tum kisi TV waale ho? yaa akbaar se ho?aise sawaal kyun poochte ho“.He immediately said he wasnt any of them and was just being intrested.
She narrated him ,when she was 14 years around and her family had 6 sisters.She had fallen in love and was in a family where her uncle had continously abused her and while she was saying on this ,she stopped.She realised she was speaking toomuch.The boy listened on , he didnt want her to break but cudnt find a reason why she had to continue.
he asked again and she had cut the topic and told him she had a lover who madeher run away from home in prospect of a new better life together in mumbai. and when she did reach mumbai , he left her in custody of a middle aged man and he never returned.And he sold her for a mere 1000RS.and her life had become a part of this flesh trade.
Some time now and there was perfect silence,neither she nor did the boy talk.She was thinking and he was shocked.For he knew people are slefish ,this was more than that ,he thought to himself that guy must have been some mother fucker.
And he went on , started looking at the lady from close now actually.she had a mobile phone and asked her smiling “aapke paas credit card bhi hian kya “.She said yesh she does and have a bank account too.This lightened up the whole discussion and he told her “you are richer than me .i have neither cell phone nor a credit card” she didnt say anything but the boy thought to himself “ May be she had just money ” …..
He was sad for the lady , didnt know how to help. She wasnt alone .he knew he cud do nothing but just leave her to the people going to her.NO other way she had to survive.
The rain had stopped and she opted to go and as she turned around came in a voice “number milega kya ” she was surprised and shot back “ nahi hum chennai tak nahi aate “.he broke out laughing nahi main uske liye nahi aise hi poocha and deliberately said in english i like you. She repeated in butler english . I like u yaane main aapko achi lagti huin .He was embarassed he had no idea of this lady would know english .He said aise hi rak lo aapand then she did give him his number. and she started walking .Hurriely he copied it to his notebook he has in his pocket and as the rain drops were dropping at a slow pace ,he saw her shadown close in on the street lights and around the corner he lost her.
and then back to his hotel room he was.His plan was to go back to chennai two days later and he slept.
Next day morning he wakes up and makes a call to the number. Shit! some male voice and he realised may be she gave him the wrong number.
As the day went by the evening came and he was again at the same corner looking around the place,this time though ther ewere lots of people .and he waited somewhere he knew she would come up and it was getting dark and it was 10 again that he saw the same group of women again .He hid behind a pillar .As he waited someone just touched him around. He turned around and it was the lady.
And the first question was shot “aapne galat number kyun diya ” she said “aapko kyun de number ” He didnt like her rudeness and said aise kya baat kar rahe ho ?
he left immediately for the taxi and in he jumped.He was leaving when the hand dropped in and so did a chit.93…… was the one written on it.And he gave her a big smile and he was back.
Sitting down at his home he decided to put this wonderful ,chanceless incident to pen .
Im extremely sorry if i had disappointed some people if i mislead by the topic name :p ha ha ! a night with callgirl and well theboy only talked :)
taggy—-
Iam Theyagarajan S ( 'taggy') . to know more ,head out to
