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KAK AND KAKNI PARTY – on 24 June 2021 || by Vijay Wattal || LIVE IMAGE |
When the news of Prime Minister meeting the
political leaders of Jammu & Kashmir was made official, i
experienced a strange sensation.I started thinking loudly which was enough
to make mrs wattal to sit up with worried looks.I put her worries at rest by
conveying that P M is meeting political leaders of J&K on June ,24, at his
residence .Pat came her reply but why are you panicky. I replied that since i
am President of a party , I will be invited . This made her eyes wide
open with disbelief , nostrils became a little wider and her lower jaw lowered
. With a sarcastic voice she said when this party was formed. Clearing my
throat I conveyed that some time back i had brought a letter head with my
name , address, mobile number and mail ID together with my designation as
President.
The name of the party is KAK & KAKNI PARTY.
Not satisfied with my reply she said that KAK AND KAKNI were my grand parents ,
how could they become the name of the party. ” You are right” —-
our community has huge number of parties —- rather i may say that each family
of the community is a party in itself. These parties have used all the
alphabets of the English language to name their parties. So I chose the name of
KAK &KAKNI , with the advantage no body will use such name and COPY RIGHT
WILL BE TOTALLY WITH ME. Reluctantly she nodded to the acceptance of my
reply.
The next exercise was to open my wardrobe for
selection of clothes to be worn on the D day. After a pause i pulled out a
Silken Kurta , Aligarhi type white Pajyama and a silken waist coat.
In the meantime Mrs. Wattal had conveyed
the news to my fierce critics —— Sh.Bushan Parimoo and Sh.S.N.
Pandita .Their and my ideologies are poles apart like the two banks of a river
who never meet.Keeping their ideologies apart they gently suggested that
though the chances of me being invited by the P M are remote rather NIL , I
should not go. They reminded me what I had told them about the fate Late Sh.
Prem Nath Bazaz had met when he was invited as the representative of the
community by the GLENCY COMMISSION during Maharajas regime.
Because of limited
print media those days it had become a local issue only. But now with the vast
number of print and electronic media you will become national champion of
receiving abuses from the community. Drunk with the idea of being invited by
the P M,I brushed aside their suggestion as an expression of their
jealousy and heart burning. I was expecting a Car to come from the PMO to take
me to 7 LKMO– venue of the meeting. But I was not taking any chances. I
contacted OLA and UBER with the instructions that I may need their
services at short notice on June, 24.
With each day passing and nearing June , 24, my
B P was fluctuating , the Oxygen level was lowering , the appetite was loosing,
my ears were towards the door of my flat.Come June , 23 I became restless and frustrated.
I glued myself to the parapet of my veranda in blazing sun watching the bike
borne delivery boys . Alas , none stopped at my flat.
Mrs. Wattal, who had become frustrated because
of my actions was giving me a sarcastic smiling looks which was enough to drive
me to depression. It was being compounded by the continued ringing of phones
from the two Taxi services. In desperation I told Mrs. Wattal to
tell the callers “Iam in wash room”.It is presumed the Taxi
service must have called several times and every time Mrs. wattal must
have repeated the same thing.
This led to caller .to say politely the
long stay in wash room is indicative of strong constipation for which Mr.
Wattal Should consult a Doctor .
THIS WAS THE LAST NAIL IN THE COFFIN. The dream was Over .
V.K. WATTAL
(Feedback at: vkwattal1234@gmail.com )
The writer is NCR/UP based and a regular contributor to this Website.
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