Debt of friendship.

- Flowing Life-Dr. Harshad Kamdar

The main roads were heavily congested. Crowds of people were gathering from the airport to the stadium. Mahasukhbhai Mehta, a well-known son of Gujarat, was coming to Gujarat with the President of his native France six months after he became the President. The two had a salute ceremony at Sardar Patel Stadium. The people were enthusiastic, waving Indian and French flags to greet their beloved leader with the President of France. પોલીસ બંદોબસ્ત જબરદસ્ત હતો, લોકોના ટોળાં રોડ પર આવી જઈ અવરોધ પેદા ન કરે એટલે જાડા દોરડાંની દિવાલ બનાવી પોલીસમેનો એક એક મીટરના અંતરે બંદોબસ્ત માટે ગોઠવાઈ ગયા હતા.

Seventy year old Jagdishbhai was very happy today. Years later, his kindergarten was becoming President in Ahmedabad today. He was wondering what to take for granted. Any gift was too small for the president, and the poor old man in the village had something else. Even poor Sudamo had taken a bag of rice for his baby! He remembered the golden days of childhood!

The two were going to school together in Rampur, a small village in Surendranagar district. While Jagdish's father was a farmer, Mahasukh's father had a frying pan. He studied from first standard to tenth standard in his village school with both of them, but was very good at teaching Mahasukh, while Jagdish could be said to be fine, so he passed tenth standard and got involved in farming. He was very fond of drawing. When the two friends were going to eat ponk on his farm, Jagdish would sit in front of his friend and draw his sketch, he liked Mahasukh very much. Both eat and drink, play, live together in happiness and sorrow.

After 10th standard, Mahasukh went to the city to study further, and then he got involved in politics. With his purity, loyalty and efficiency he gradually became the Chief Minister of Gujarat. At that time Jagadish had tried to meet him twice, but since Mahasukh was busy working for the interest of Gujarat, he could not meet him both times.

Lokladilo became the President of India after great happiness due to his clean conduct and conscientiousness. Now he had to leave Gandhinagar and stay in Delhi, so the two could not meet for years.

In the village, Jagdish fell into farming. With the passage of time his parents also went to heaven and he fell alone. The people around him took care of his food and shelter, but now that he was no longer doing anything, his bread began to weigh heavily on everyone. Just sitting alone, remembering his best friend Mahasukh, spoiling his neighbor. Uncle sits all day remembering President Mahasukh, Kai is not working, what good will the President do him? I just don't understand. '

But no matter where Jagdish cared, he was sure that one day I would definitely get my childhood gossip. What to give him, what to talk about, he was engrossed in his thoughts.

Today that day has come, his kindergarten was coming to Ahmedabad in front of him today.

He drew a large sketch from the President's photo as a gift, and boarded a bus in Ahmedabad.

Outside the gates of Delhi, the caravan was about to turn towards Gandhi Bridge. No, they thought this uncle was crazy. This pencil sketch has been made to give that gift to the President of India, what is the value of a pencil sketch on plain paper, how much does the President pay for such?

The President was moving slowly in an open car, greeted by people. In front he saw the police forcibly beating Jagukaka. He was showing his photo by raising his hand. But after being pushed, Jagukaka fell to the ground. Jagdish was beaten on the back by the police, and haikars were heard everywhere.

Seeing the photo, Mahasukh suddenly remembered, 'Ouch! This seems to be a wake-up call, seeing his picture, he got down, he wanted to come down and meet his baby, but due to strict protocol and arrangements, he got into the idea, what to do?

He immediately told the driver to stop the car and get down as if to help a senior citizen. He took the picture from Jaguna's hand, took the pen out of his pocket, signed it and gave the pen to Jaga's hand. People around, policemen, etc. were watching in amazement. The President of France also shouted Afrin, seeing the President's paramilitary, helpful work. There was no breach of protocol, and he sat back in the car as if he were helping his old uncle. The caravan moved on.

People flocked to take the picture and pen signed by the President himself. One lakh bids for a picture signed by the President and two lakhs for a pen were called for. In the end, Jagadishbhai became a millionaire in ten minutes, earning five lakhs from painting and seven lakhs from pen.

Jagdish bought a house in the village with 12 lakh rupees and started living in peace.

In the form of Kanuda of Kali Yuga, President Mahasukhe had made Jagu Sudama a millionaire without giving him anything. The villagers also started calling him respectfully.