BAIEKNAMA

                                 

BY

SHRIDHAR    TILVE

TRNSLATED

BY

PRIYANVADA NARVEKAR-PARKAR

CHAPTER 6 : WORKING FOR BIKE

I HAVE SOME SCENES IN MY BRAIN . It's not that I don't have novelistic narrative of them but problem is the scenes were so filmy that it's impossible to narrate them in descriptive form . So go scene by scene

Hot Cake Act I, Scene I

Place : In the room of Hot cake.   Time : 1 a.m.

( I, Meghana and Shyamsunder are seated)

Meghana: Shyamsunder told me that you want to talk something about Hot Cake.

I : I just want to know the background.

Meghana : Are you going to take my interview?

I : Pleasantly, I am ready to do that but who will give it.

Meghana : Diligence!! You are diligence. I like such people. Go ahead.

I : I would like to know about the beginning of Hot cake.

Meghana : 1969!! Rupesh Khanna wasn’t being a super star at that time. We had coined this term for him. It was my idea. There were several gossip magazines at those times but there wasn’t any fan magazine. There were several comics which were flooded with photos of Vaijayantimala is preparing palak paneer or Vahida Rehman is preparing moglai dish.   I wanted to give real stuff in the market. Means, I wanted to show how Raj Kapoor lives. I didn’t want to show Raj Kapoor’s photos with Plato and Aristotle to his fans.

I : Why does more concentration on filmy actor and actress?

Meghana: Because there are only two celebrities in India, first cricket players and second filmy actor and actress. People are interested in which tooth paste they use and which brand’s commode is in their toilet.

                                                                                                                 

I : Its bullshit.

Meghana : Yes my boy, It’s a bullshit but people want their bullshit.

I : But this medium is made for writers and directors. They are genuine people in this industry. They are creator and all dance on their toes.

Meghana : Are they visible? People want to see the body of the people. The body of the writers and directors has not seen in the films.

 I: They are always on the back stage so they are not seen to public but media should create the awareness. Role of the actors are minor and media should convey this fact.

Meghana : It’s impossible.

I : Why?

Meghnan: My dear, just tell me one thing. How many names of the directors did you remember in the childhood?

I : Not a single one.

Meghana: There you are.. Since our childhood we all are addicted to body. Body is everything.. The body!! The great great body!!

I : In my childhood I thought cloud creates the rain but as I grown up I came to know the fact that sea creates the rain. I understood the rain cycle. Process of evaporation and now I don’t want to give the credit of the rain to clouds. I give its credit to the sea. If you will say stick to your childhood opinion then it will be silly. You can not refuse the reality and I could not afford to carry childhood imagination throughout the life. I can explain it with my own example. When I was small I had belief that supervisor and workers are built the houses because I was seeing them at the work site. Later I came to know that constructor built the houses and architecture draw the designs of houses. In the film industry, author makes the designs and director executes those designs.

Meghana : Enough.. (Pause) what do you mean? I don’t know all these things? But people think worker and supervisors are built the houses. You keep this in mind.

I : Magazines like Hot Cake, newspapers and shows on T.V. channels give support to their thinking.

      

 Meghana : I can not deny this fact. No one will purchase the magazine by seeing the photos of writers and directors. Will it be possible to sell a magazine to print the photos of V.Shantaram, Bimal Roy and Kedar Sharma? Instead of Shubhash Ghai, Manisha Koirala is sexy and people like to preserve her photo.

  

I : This is really awful.

Meghana : and it is not my duty to remove this awfulness nor it is your work. Our culture has a worshipper of Ram than Valmiky whose powerful imagination had given birth of the character of Ram and our culture also worships Shri Krishna than Vyasa who created Krishna’s character.

I : This is misinterpretation. Ram and Krishna are two characters of these talented writers. Vijay was the name of young angry man which was created by Yash Chopra with the design of Salim Javed.  But actor who acted a role of Vijay got lots of appreciation than the character of Vijay. This young angry man acted as Vijay then in Sholey acted as Jay. But actor got the whole credit. This means to consider Ram to a person who acted as Ram. And to consider Krishna to a person who acted as Krishna. I don’t mind if you talk about Jay or Vijay but you always talk about an actor.

Meghana : People like to discuss about an actor.

I : It shows decline of mankind by worshipping character of Vyasa than Vyasa himself. Earlier, people were worshipping the characters but now because of media and magazines they have started to worship the actors. This shows that people are hypocrites.  As time has passed we are declining more. Advance computer graphics will demolish the category of the actors. When ideals or models created by graphics will start to act in the films, what will people do? Do they worship those models? Do they become fans of these models?

Meghana : People are so much crazy, they will even do that. They will build the temples of superman or batsman. ( Long pause)  (Negativity spreads on my face).

Meghana: In short you will not do this work.

I: I will not refuse the work. I need money to purchase the bike.

Meghana: I like your frankness. I think you should do this work. Will you meet me tomorrow in Sun hotel? It would be nice to talk to you.

I: Yes, I will.

( I got what she mean. Meghana gives full address. I got up with Shyamsunder)

 

Scene two

Place : Corridor  Time : 2 p.m.

Shyam : She has called you. Do you know what does it mean?

I : Yes, she want to fuck me.

Shyam: You got that?

I : Her eyes were giving me invitation.

Shyam: She likes young boys.

I: And sometimes for a change I like old women.

Scene three

Place: Room of the hotel    Time : 4 p.m.

( Meghana and I entered in the room )

I : Wow, its well furnished. Who will give the rent?

Meghana: Hot Cake, who else?

I: But how?

Meghana: We have taken the room for designing of the book.

I: Will owner give such a huge amount?

Meghana: He will be here after you.

I: What!!

Meghana: I can sleep with five.

I : You are really frank. Do you have husband?

Meghana: He died after two years of our marriage.

I: I am sorry.

Meghana: Don’t be. It is good that he died. I would have been lost joy of life if he would be alive.

I: What was he doing for living?

Meghana: He was Gujarathi, businessman.

I : Were you free when he was alive?

Meghana: No, I became free after he died. Does in India any woman can be free before her husband’s death?

I: You must be suffered a lot.

Meghana: (While making a drink) No, not at all. What will you take?

I: No thanks, I don’t drink.

Meghana: Not at all or …

I : I won’t drink beer before intercourse.

Meghana: It’s strange. People deliberately drink it.

I : They want to forget themselves. I don’t want to forget myself. During the sex I want to enjoy each and every moment.

Meghana: Where was I?

I : You were with your husband without any suffering.

Meghana : I didn’t suffer. We were staying at Kulaba. Still I stay there in very specious flat. I have one daughter. Those times she was in English medium…

I: I don’t understand.

Meghana : It was my second marriage.

I: Okay. Then what about first?

Meghana : He was drunkard & died due to alcoholism. Second was friend of first one. Even he was alcoholic but he was taking in limit. ….still he died in the accident.

I: Do you want sympathy?

Meghana: No, I am not telling all this to get your sympathy.

I : Then its fine.

Meghana : I can’t start directly. I need some chat before intercourse. So...where was I ? ..Yes second one was died in the accident.  Later I came to know that he had taken a loan of one and half caror. I sold out everything except my flat and filled the amount. I was alone with my daughter. I asked to myself, do you want to work hard? Answer came ‘no’. I wanted to live comfortably. I was having flat and me. I like sex. In fact it is my weak point. I am born polyandrous. I liked many men when my husband was alive. But I kept myself in control. I stand naked in front of the mirror when my husband had died. I was having beautiful body and flat. Even you can’t deny that I am pretty.  I slept with two men daily. That means thirty men per month. I was charging ten thousands rupees each time. If I gave some amount to the agent, I could get two lacks in one month. Customer were bare my expenses. I had needed not to worry about expenses. One and half lacks in one month means 18 lacks per year and in five years one crore.    

I : Have you done all this?

Meghana : Yes, everything is possible in the area like Kolaba.

I : What about your daughter?

Meghana: Later she came to know.

I: Where does she live now?

Meghana: She is in America. I never consider her in my life. She has found her way and left.

I: But in the old age..

Meghana: Money…Money is with me. I made four crore out of that one crore. I will use it. Everything is easy and possible if you have money. I got the election ticket form one minister to represent Kolaba for the legislative assembly.

I : Have you taken his offer?

Meghana: I was tired to sell my body. Spiritual prostitution was not possible by that time.

I: (smiled) Spiritual?

Meghana: Why do you smile? Nothing could be spiritual for woman like me? I made one crore within five years. After that I didn’t take money for the intercourse. How many politicians can do this?

I : Do you called it as your achievement?

Meghana: Yes my dear, it’s an achievement. You charged before you get one crore and suddenly after achieving that target you stopped charging for intercourse, you sleep with somebody for mere enjoyment. What the great relief it was! One boy like you used to flirt. He had strong obsession for me. I had given him whatever he wants. I had celebrated my freedom. I had no choice for five years. I had done lots of adjustments. I had to kiss such people whose mouths were stinking. Some of them were with huge belly but I slept with them saying ‘what a figure’. That boy was very handsome. He was suitable as son-in-law. But he was more interested in me than my daughter. And my daughter was too small to marry. Would you like to have beer?

I: No, thanks.

Meghana: Shall you take off your cloths? Or May I remove your cloths?

I : No..

Meghana : What do you mean?

I : I do have some principles. Among them to me, intercourse is meant for mere joy. Charging for the sex is unconvinced.

Meghana: But I didn’t ask money from you?

I: Might be you had been asked in your past.

 Meghana : It was my past. Come on it is present. You and me..

I : my excitement has finished and curiosity about you is ended.

Meghana : You are insulting me.

I : No, I am respecting you.

Meghana : This is not the way to respect a woman like me.

I : But this is the way I respect the woman. I am leaving.     

( I left out of her room. May be Meghana was surprised.)

Scene 4

Place : Veena Hotel     Time : 6.30

( Vivek and I)

Vivek : What happen?

I : may be nothing or may be a lot

Vivek : You are suppose to come in the night.

I: I had a fight.

Vivek: With madam.

I : Yes

Vivek : You refused her..

I : Who told you?

Vivek : She had called to Shyamsunder. She was asking about your pager number.

I : She doesn’t have my number?

Vivek : She forgot your card in the office.

( Pager beeps. I read the page. It’s Meghana’s pager ‘Contact Immediately on..........’)

I : Meghana’s pager

Vivek : Call her..

( I keep quite)

Vivek: Do you need a bike?

( I got up ) ( I make a call)

I : Hello

Meghana : Thank god!!

I : What happen?

Meghana : I am upset. Some one has refused me for the first time. It is very hard to accept your defeat. (Pause) Are you coming on my flat tonight?

I : I will come but what will we do?

Meghana : Just talk to me.

I : Are you drunk?

Meghana : Its just because of you.

I : No madam!! It’s because your ego has hurt.

Meghana: It’s really hurts.

I: You will be alright till morning.

Meghana: No I will not. I had failed with the owner. First time in my life I didn’t reach to orgasm, you bastard!!

I : Try it again on tomorrow you will reach to orgasm.

Meghana: Where are you? Are you in the Hotel?

I: Yes, I am.

Meghana: Mind your language I am talking from home.

I : Fine, we will talk tomorrow.

Meghana: No….no….Come to meet me.

I: Take some sleep pills.

Meghana: I will die.

I: When were you alive?

Meghana: Oh God!! What kind of man you are! You are refusing to very charming lady who is beautiful than Madhuri .

I : What is the relation between intercourse and beauty?

Meghana: Mind your language. You are talking from the hotel (Public place).

I: Owner has a habit of my language.

Meghana: Come to my home.

I : You are not sixteen years girl.

Meghana : You bastard ( She bangs the phone )

( Once again I dilled her number )

I : Hello , Madam

Meghana : ( Pause) I am sorry. I was overreacted. (Pause) What are you doing?

I : Am I fired or still on the job? ( Meghana yelled )

Meghana : This question was not expected from you. I thought you are the person who will kick the job in the asshole. ( mala tar tu job vagaire gadhavachya gandit ghalanara vatalas)

I : I need a bike.

Meghana : Will you make a deal? Give me whatever I want and take whatever you want.

I : No, It’s not possible.

Meghana: I like it. ( pause ) I am waiting for you. Come in the office and don’t come with Shyamsunder.

I : What?

Meghana: don’t be afraid. Even I have some principles/ethics. I never do sex in the office. ( pause ) are you coming? I : Fine, I will be there.

After this scene everything became  nonfilmy atleast I assumed that way.

Working for new bike , earning for new bike starts.

CHAPTER 7 : SENDING OFF BIKE

 WHEN I GOT CALL FROM POLICESTATION I WAS QUIET SURPRISED BECAUSE GENERALLY POLICE NEVER RETURNED VEHICLES ESPECIALLY BIKE BUT HERE MIRACLE HAPPENE D AND THEY WERE RETURNING MY BIKE

I REACHE POLICE STATION

FORMALITIES WERE ALREADY DONE BY INSPECTOR AS I WAS SON BIG BUILDER GOVINDRAO. I REALIZED THAT I AM GETTING BIKE BACK BECAUSE I AM SON OF GOVONDRAO NAIK

I COLLECTED BIKE AND REACHED TO DEATH HILL .IT WAS FAMOUS DUMPING ZONE OF OUR AREA WHERE CRASHED AND UNCURABLE VEHICLES WERE KILLED AND SENDOFFED . I STOOD IN FRONT OF VALLY WITH MY DEAD MOTORBIKE AND SAID WITH DENSED HEART

Though from bottom of my heart I like

you,

go away go away go away oh my bike

what is life and what is death

everybody here gets caught

everybody here  gets trapped

by death everybody gets strike

go away  go away go  away oh my bike

go oh bhatakbhavane go rolling go crawling

muzhe na tadpa muzhe bhul jane de oh my darling

chukbhool deneghene

go away from sea-flatness of my skin

go away  from skychanger game of my  brain-screen

go away from earthen poverty of my intestine

Go -go -go

should I celebrate for writing your expiry date?

or should I cry that I was compelled to write your fate?

you kept me mobile but was it that what I want ?

tell me

I got hypnotized  by your sound

I got addicted by soft speed-bound

While purchasing you I feel  whole life has divine technique

Now watching your dead body I feel life has technical deathnique

Why now this pain in my heart in technicalities , were you unique ?

go away go away go away oh my bike

initially everything was straight and clear

with increased driving skill saw lots of spheres

risk multiplied while seeing too much

sometime missed roads sometime mishandled clutch

while escaping DEATH or observing stunt without fear

people gave us nick name THEY ARE BIKER

I BIKED MYSELF I became bike

go away go away go away oh my bike

I stole runs in traffic taking risks of run out

 like crazy breezy garmented inout

you poured on my life from all side

keeping your rustle  like zell-zebraite

continuing family tradition of Naik

go away go away go away oh my bike

Many bikers drugged themselves as if it's  need

while riding on you assuming it as last destination of speed

though i was surrounded by liquor  ganja gard hashish

I only blooded your bodymovement  as my last greed

ignoring their hatred ignoring dislike

go away go away go away oh my bike

While riding on you chase somebody or chase away

dodge away fake away  or back away

now here I am offering my send off

unable to fake away your death becoming grey

I know I will search you because you were my first love

 first body in my life you were first lust of my brain

my hands are swelling and I don't have anybody for blame

realizing ''the game is over " giving up my last claim

going away going away going away oh my bike

 

          

 

 THE END