I was new in
this known but faraway town. All I had was a reference of
a man known as bread omlette. He was known to Anil mamaji,
my maternal uncle. " Mama ji do not make me a butt of
joke", I pleaded hard.
Nobody knows about this man by his real name. He is the only
one whom one can properly approach in this hilly town",
he replied in funny manner.
I was here to
write a travelogue for a website. The town had many Victorian
styled mansions. It was one of the most popular destinations
in the summers.
Somehow, I managed
to approach an old person and made a request, "There is a person
known to me, he is known as bread omelette". I was expecting
a laughter but the man looked satisfied, "Arey! Ask any body
to take you to his place. He resides nearby." It took me a
little while to reach his place. It was a small eatery. An old man
was busy making omelettes and toasting bread.
I explained to him the purpose of my visit, he smiled and said,
" oh, Anil bhai has sent you. Go have a wash first and then
have some thing."
I did what he said
but was amused as to why mamaji did this to me. A habitual prankster
like mamaji was a pain in the neck but here I was at the mercy of
a strange man known as bread omelette.
He later gave me a
piece of paper and said, "Go, and visit Mr Gautam Dhyani he
will arrange everything for you".
I did what I was asked. When I reached there, I saw a beautiful
mansion. I felt it could be a ploy to get rid of me. However, I
knocked at the gate. A well-dressed young man came out. I explained
my purpose of visit and gave him that piece of paper.
You are welcome to our lodge!" He called for his servant who
took my luggage to a well-furnished room. I was thinking - how was
I going manage the bill? I had no other option but to seek financial
help from my office. May be! I would be doing some menial job. All
types of silly thoughts flooded my mind.
Luckily, I found a local branch of my bank near the mansion. It
was well furnished but had three employees "Excuse me I need
to know, how many days does it take to receive funds in one's account",
I probed "Are you new in this town? And may I know who is your
host?", the manager asked "Bread omelette", I answered
with hesitation. I was expecting a rebuke but he was satisfied.
"That is fine. Well it will take two weeks but we can still
give you cash", he explained. I wondered if my destiny was
playing poker with me.
"Oh, do not get confused, he is the biggest account holder
of this region", manager explained "What do you mean?
I asked "Oh, it means you hardly know any thing. He was the
biggest landowner of this region but wasted his all money in gambling
and litigation. This man was compelled to do many menial jobs and
regained lost prestige of his family". "But why bread
omelette." I wanted an end to this mystery. "Because he
worked in many hotels as kitchen hand and bread omelette is his
specialty". I suddenly felt a craving for bread omelette.
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