Man out of the box!

Maybe you know that too. It lives just outside our polka dot frame. I recognize it, very closely. The shadow recognizes the body as closely and yet it is as far away as the shadow I have never talked to - despite the desire. Seeing his serious face, one does not dare to speak.

The window of his room falls on the road just outside our frame, which is mostly closed and when it is open, the melodious tones of the mouth organ flowing from it spread like the fragrance in the air of the frame.

He has no friends, no one comes to see him. It sometimes appears to go out. And then he has a rock of books in his right hand and a burning cigarette in his left hand.

Yes, every night I regularly come to eat pan in that frame. Badriprasad Bhaiyo knows its page.

Most of the time he is wearing dark blue pants. And a light blue or pink bush shirt. The zodiac sign will be Leo, with its large head and carelessly flared hair. Her gloomy clean shaven face always has black goggles wrapped around her and her face wearing black glasses at night looks weird.

"Lo Saab! Banarasi Xavovis, Kachchatukada, Rajaratna Kimam Lagake. Badriprasad lengthens the leaf. And he quietly takes the leaf and walks away. "

Once I asked Badriprasad, "Kaun hai yeh aadmi badribhaiyan raatko bhi kala chashma lagat ho so so takleef nahi hotne dekhne mein?" Yeh duniya waise bhi to kali hai, kale chashmese zara aur kali lagegi, to kya fark padta hai usme.

I was silent. No one knew anything about his business. But seeing the rock of the book in his hand and the shield of seriousness printed on his face, we all believed that he would be a professor.

Once, at a bus stop near Lo-Garden, I was sitting on the iron bars of the stand, stretching my legs and reading something. The rain had stopped by then. The monsoon was cold as it parted in the air. I leaned down and read the name of the book I was reading, "Ketvansan with Kafka" by Gustav Jobok.

And we firmly believe that he is a professor of philosophy. We have a habit of making decisions based on guesses from experiences for people outside our framework. This then becomes the rules.

But our guess about his business was a total misunderstanding.

Revashankar Jani came to meet me that day. Jani is a friend of mine from college and lives in Devji Saraiya's Pol frame and works in a bank which has the false pride of building tall buildings in this country of slums. That evening, Jani was shocked to see Pella taking a leaf from Badribhaiya's alley.

"Does he live here?"

"Yes, just outside our frame. Do you know him What does he do? "

"I don't know the name, but there's something about 'no'. But I have heard that there is a clerk in our bank. He fell in love with a girl at an early age and married her. But unfortunately the girl fell ill. And since then he has been living this silent, lonely widow's life, melting the wounds of his memory into the tragic melodies of the mouth organ. "

'' Hattereki! We understood that it was a philosophy and this was a bank clerk. '' Our guess about his business was blown away like Kapoor's.

"But you know him well, don't you?" Jani sat down on the railing, chewing on the leaf.

"No, Ray! We don't even know its name. But he lives outside the frame of our pol, so we know him as a man who lives outside the frame. "

"He is a very strange man, man. If you look at her academic career, the flower of the truck is like a bright light. But Salo doesn't even look at promotions. Hey, he doesn't give the CAIIB exam of our bank. It's very scary. Sala is scared to take responsibility. "

"Doesn't anyone knock him in the bank?"

"Our manager did it once."

"Then what did he say in reply?"

"Hey Salo says salivating for this promotion, waiting for increments and finally becoming a stupid executive and spending a lifetime swallowing diabetes and acidity pills in an air-conditioned room is not the way of the average person." My Horizons Are Far Wider When This Bloody Banking World (My horizons are nowhere wider than this two per cent banking world) No one dared to ask for more but just returned to the city four days ago for office work. And Jani was found in front of the blue-room yesterday evening. And dragging Jani into the blue-room, I leaned in and asked Jani, "Is he still there with you?"

"Hey, the man who lived outside your window is a maniac with black goggles!" Alas, he has done so much in these five years! An amazing genius came out. Pass all the tough banking exams, then promotions. Today he is the manager of our big branch. Remarried to a beautiful girl. He has also taken a house with a bank loan.

"Then he must have taken that building somewhere in the frame of our polls. And then I found Niranjan Desai and I also asked him about the news of that strange man. Niranjan understood who I was asking about. "

"Who is the man outside the box?" No ray Now the leaf does not come to eat. But how come K'Dino passed away after leaving the 'room' outside the frame. The rest of the man was good. "

Whom should I believe now? Jani's or Niranjan's?