If the beads turn into beads, then hate does not enter the mind

- Unencumbered joy-inexhaustible antani

Before Yogiraj came, Uttar Pradesh is a region where thugs roamed like the villages. Now, if you lie down, you will get a police baton and if you go to earn merit, you will get pandas.

I, Pathukaka and (ho)Balakaki boarded a bus from Interstate bus stand to go from Delhi to Hardwar. As soon as the bus took off, the uncle shouted in a loud voice 'Har Har Gange... Mat Kare Dange... Mat Lo Pange... Raho Sab Change...'

Hearing uncle's shout, all the pilgrims in the bus burst into laughter and one Sardarji came up and said, 'Oye Chacha Tusi Great...' Hearing this, uncle asked me, 'Why does that turbaned man call me tu cigarette... tu cigarette?' What do I have to do with cigarettes?' I cleared my uncle's misunderstanding and said, ' Papaji, you don't say cigarette... it says in Punjabi that you are great, that means you are great. Did you understand?' When the bus was passing by the Jamuna river, the uncle, who became angry because of the misunderstanding, looked at Delhi and shouted 'Jai Jai Jamuna... Tara Kanthe Keva Namuna...' Aunt pretended to silence the uncle. Uncle, who was excited after seeing the merry-go-round in the mansion, became silent after seeing aunt's doll in the bus.

In this bus with two by two seats, I and another religious gentleman were sitting on the seat behind my uncle and aunt. Sitting and spinning the garlands and chanting Om Namah Shivaya. The garlands are never finished. I asked, 'Elder, why is the garland not finished?' Satisfying my tendency to confiscate Japa, the elder said, 'What are you doing, brother? After turning four or five beads, there is such a commotion in the bus that you have to stay where you were.' I said, 'Elder, you don't bother. In our country, various calculations are done in the same way. Someone calculates to win the election on the basis of caste, someone on the basis of language and someone tries to move forward by counting on the name of the community, but when there is a strong upheaval of the election result, then it comes back to where it was.

The elder laughed while chanting Om Namah Shivay and said, 'No matter what the opposition leaders start counting, but right now 'Namo-Sivaya' doesn't seem to ring anyone's door, Om Namah Shivaya... Who Namo-Sivaya?'

Roodki village came on the way from Delhi towards Hardwar. "I am coming to dispel doubts," urged the elder, handing over the rudraksha garland to me. Until then, keep chanting Om Namah Shivaya, turn the beads, count beyond 78 and don't forget.'

I have heard about share transfer, but this is the first time I have seen Jap transfer. After clearing the doubt, the elder came back fifteen minutes after sipping tea and asked, 'Son, how many beads have you finished?' I said, 'Finished four beads.' So he noted the chanting of four malas in the notebook with Shivji's photo and again took the rosary in hand and said, 'Sab log mal ke piche daudate hai, par muze mal se koi matlab nahi, mein bus mala firata hun...' Hearing this sentence, the ears of the uncle sitting in the next seat moved. He turned and turned his head. I signaled to keep quiet, otherwise Apalakhna Kaka would have immediately asked if you are talking about turning the mala at this age?

(Ho) Balakaki always kiss the uncle, or do you go to life or do you spin garlands? Then the uncle will give only one answer that the name of the one who has given us innumerable should be counted! To remember by accounting the one who gives unaccounted for!

The aunt said to the uncle, 'Look at our old neighbor Kanjikaka. How the four sons save! Kanji turns beads with uncle Tess, beads, not like you ape.'

Pathukaka immediately spoke up, 'Do you know why Kanjikaka spins garlands? Four sons live in different nests (chali) with their elder-boys. None of the four sons want to keep their father together forever. That is, each uncle stays there for three months with each son. When the three months are over, the son living in the other nest goes there, but someone asks what does the uncle know? Then the Napawat sons give the same answer that Bapa spins the garland with Tess. Got it now? How would Jati Zindagi have felt Kanjikaka turning the garland?'

(Ho)Balakaki said, 'Oh ho ho... If you come, I don't know how one turns beads at an old age? All I'm saying is-

Abdominal pain

Mansai dai de lock

Then the elders turn

Fall garland..'

I said, 'This is called the reality of life! Often the reality turns out to be different than the assumption.'

Pathukaka said, 'It's true, just now I used to sit in a Mumbai local and get wet in the crowd. I felt a young man sitting by the window chanting with his hand in an ocher bag and twirling a rosary. Others in the group were playing cards with him. I respect this young man, because his friends have gone out to play cards and the young man sings. Really surprised or not? Suddenly the local train hit a hard brake and the bag fell from the young man's hand. I couldn't see well in the dim light so I asked someone to help this brother weave the broken beads of the garland! Hearing my words, the young man's colleague laughed and said: This is my wife-afflicted friend who puts his hand in a bag and spins beads... E to vatana fole hai vatana. The sister-in-law orders to bring vegetables from the road while coming home from office in the evening, not only that, but if green peas or green peas are bought, then also put the leaves. How ashamed to sit in the first class and sprout peas! So this brother puts his hand in the bag and starts to grow peas and leaves the brother-in-law, but he says that the truth can't stay clear more often. Look, how did his peas get wasted just now?'

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Tilak Kari turned fifty-three

Gone are the beads of the rosary

Tirath got tired again and again

They did not reach Harine Sharan.

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Such a heretic

Who turns the rosary in public,

And do it in private

upside down monkey

Says Chaman Chakor saw this

That crows are all black.