Memoirs

Memoir 1

Knock...Knock…knock.

“Who the heck is there?”

“Man, it’s me!!!”

“Why are you hanging around here, you moron?”

“Oh,, nothing, just trying to peep into your embarrassing stories!”

“You still consider that my stories and embarrassing, but unreal?”

“Nope, man. Just trying to make you angry!”

“Hmm….have a seat, where did I stop last day?”

“You were with Ibn Battuta”.

“Ohhh…yes. It was in 1343. I was in Indraparastha. One day, I overheard a secret information that a Moroccan traveller is going to visit the Sultan. I smiled because I was aware of the fact that sultan will ask Battuta to consult me. Man, are you aware of the fact that I have PhD in Indian mythology?”

“Can you name any University which awards PhD in Indian mythology…you rascala!!!”

“Better to say that you are Rajnikant!!”

“Behave yourself and keep quiet, you idiot…for god’s sake, Battuta did consult me”.

“Really?”

“Yep, he came to me and asked to help him. We wandered through the galis of Indraparashtha. At last, he presented 2 coins (maybe, dinars gained by him from the governor of Samarghand and continued his journey to China”.

“Then, where is that coin?”

“Idiot, coins, not coin!”

“Yes, coins, where?”

“Search that shelf, don’t spoil those double barrelled guns!”

“Oh my god! Guns? Who gave these to you?”

“Did you get those coins?”

“Yep, these are not dinars, but ancient coins with some inscriptions.”

“Anyways, you got it!”

“Yep, please tell me the story of those guns.”

“Not today, but tomorrow.”

“You hairy ape!, spoiled my day. Never to visit you, scumbag! Idiot, moron!”