Mulloo came to see me, wearing parrot green jora and a big fat frown. She subsidised into my brown velvet sofa looking like an outraged parrot on a shisham ki bow.
‘It’s over,’ she announced. ‘Khatam. Don’t ever take his name in front me again. And don’t say I told you so’. ‘Who Mulloo?’
‘Him only. Now don’t pretend you don’t know. Kitna mein usko admire karti thi, respect karti thi, belief karti thi…’ ‘But…’ ‘So much hope he gave me, so many green gardens he showed me…’
‘Vaisay …’
‘I used to think that he was brave, imaandar…’
‘Lo, you are…’
‘He said everything would be different this time round. We’d make a new start. He filled me with hope…’ ‘Oho Mulloo,…’
‘I was ready to do anything for him, you know, anything and he lets me down like this?’
‘I think so you’re being a bit unfair. Okay he’s a little bit bore, and thora sa kanjoos, but Tony itna bura tau nahin hai.’
‘Tony? Who’s talking about Tony? Here I am pouring my heart out to you and you’re not even listening?’
‘Tau phir who are you talking about?’
‘Imran Khan, baba. Who else?’
‘Oh Imran…’ How bore, I thought. For a second I’d hoped there was some real goss.
‘Tau aur kaun? Such a coward he’s turned out to be. Such a hypocrite.’
‘But Mulloo you tau used to say…’
‘I know, I said he was a hero, because I was so desperate to belief in someone’. ‘So what changed?’
‘After this brave little boy was killed in Hangu and still he didn’t say a word against his killers, suddenly I realised he’s a coward, a darpoke. Don’t talk about honour if you don’t have the courage to call a murderer by his name.’
‘But Mulloo I told you so…’
‘I told you not to say that. And what did you say about Tony? That he’s bore? What’s your Janoo, haan…’
‘It’s over,’ she announced. ‘Khatam. Don’t ever take his name in front me again. And don’t say I told you so’. ‘Who Mulloo?’
‘Him only. Now don’t pretend you don’t know. Kitna mein usko admire karti thi, respect karti thi, belief karti thi…’ ‘But…’ ‘So much hope he gave me, so many green gardens he showed me…’
‘Vaisay …’
‘I used to think that he was brave, imaandar…’
‘Lo, you are…’
‘He said everything would be different this time round. We’d make a new start. He filled me with hope…’ ‘Oho Mulloo,…’
‘I was ready to do anything for him, you know, anything and he lets me down like this?’
‘I think so you’re being a bit unfair. Okay he’s a little bit bore, and thora sa kanjoos, but Tony itna bura tau nahin hai.’
‘Tony? Who’s talking about Tony? Here I am pouring my heart out to you and you’re not even listening?’
‘Tau phir who are you talking about?’
‘Imran Khan, baba. Who else?’
‘Oh Imran…’ How bore, I thought. For a second I’d hoped there was some real goss.
‘Tau aur kaun? Such a coward he’s turned out to be. Such a hypocrite.’
‘But Mulloo you tau used to say…’
‘I know, I said he was a hero, because I was so desperate to belief in someone’. ‘So what changed?’
‘After this brave little boy was killed in Hangu and still he didn’t say a word against his killers, suddenly I realised he’s a coward, a darpoke. Don’t talk about honour if you don’t have the courage to call a murderer by his name.’
‘But Mulloo I told you so…’
‘I told you not to say that. And what did you say about Tony? That he’s bore? What’s your Janoo, haan…’