Chai, Khatai and a Militant
Fatima’s and Asha Dhar’s mothers began to meet up soon after their daughters’ weddings. Events like births, deaths and weddings could evoke new emotions in Varmull and build unlikely connections. This new friendship was one of those. At first, the two women chatted outside their homes, but when they attracted attention, they met over chai and khatai at the Dhar house. When the TV show Ramayan began to be aired on Sunday mornings, the meetings became frequent and longer. The entire street came to know about this unusual bond; that was the problem with Tashkent Street: its houses had porous walls, with just half-baked bricks, mud and straw. So everyone came to know of everything.
‘I can’t understand the trittam-krittam, trit-prit Hindi they speak in the show, and no one at home tells me anything,’ said Firoze’s mother, as an explanation for why she went to the Dhar house every Sunday, where Asha Dhar’s mother sat with her, offered her tea and took pains to translate for her.
‘Mother, focus on your Pashto, not your Hindi,’ Firoze would laugh. He told Rahul he knew her real reason for going: she could not stay away from food. Anyone who had eaten at the Dhar house knew how finely minced their muss was and how red hot the nadir-gad.
Pt Dhar had a problem with these chai and khatai meetings. When he could not contain his feelings, he spoke to Rahul. ‘You know, Professor, it’s fine that our Arun is friends with the Khan boy, but we have daughters in the house, Choti and Gudi. It’s also fine that the Khan bai spends her Sundays with my wife, but filling her up with stories of her daughter’s in-laws? I don’t want such talk in my house. Ramayan is just an excuse. And she’s quite an eater, by the way. You should see her devour the khatais,’ said Pt Dhar, shaking his head. ‘I don’t want to say much, but you must talk to Firoze.’
‘What do you want me to tell him?’ asked Rahul, wondering if Pt Dhar wanted the Khan bai to stop watching Ramayan, talking to the senior Dhar bai and eating at their house, or whether it was Manzoor who was bothering him.
‘Manzoor is not interested in Ramayan, but he’s always there, sitting near Choti and Gudi. He doesn’t drink or eat either, so why be at our house?’
The two mothers would be reminiscing about their daughters’ childhoods or the trifles they had faced as new brides. Rahul couldn’t see what was wrong with that. And Manzoor was such a good friend of Arun Dhar that he even wore a pheran with a ladh. It was only later that Rahul found out Manzoor had gotten the fold stitched into his pheran for Asha Dhar’s wedding so that the Pandit women from the groom’s side would not know that he was a Muslim boy—they might have refused to be served by him.
It was true that Manzoor was careless with his speech and quite argumentative, but he was a good friend to Arun Dhar. He just liked being with him. Why did he need a reason to be at their house? Rahul decided that it made sense for Doora to see if everything was all right at the Dhar home and if Pt Dhar’s fears had any grounds. After spending a Sunday morning at the Dhar house, Doora reported, ‘The Dhar aunties have become fussier with all that clean and unclean business. A metal plate is clean, but porcelain is unclean; ash is clean, soap is unclean. That is all they talk about. But I don’t think the Khan bai notices this.’
‘Notices what?’ said Rahul.
‘That they don’t let her drink in their cups. Her khatai plate is separate too. Which is fine. All Pandits do that.’
Rahul wanted to correct Doora on this, but it was not the time for an argument. Doora could make sweeping statements and be dramatic when she wanted to make a point, ignoring the impact such generalisations could have in Tashkent Street, where maintaining the fragile relations was key to survival. Varmull, on the border between two nations that had been split from each other because of religion just forty years ago, had a long history of violence. Then why create these unnecessary small wars?
‘What does Manzoor do? Where does he sit? Did you see him do anything silly?’ asked Rahul. ‘Does he notice the separate cup and plates for his mother?
‘He simmers.’
‘Simmers? He is Arun Dhar’s friend. Why would he simmer over something so silly? Tell me what else does he do? Why is he there?’
‘He watches Ramayan. What else?’
Rahul found this curious because Pt Dhar did not think Manzoor was interested in the show.
‘And his mother pours herself cups of sheer chai, with lots of cream in it,’ added Doora.
Doora’s detailed report of the Khan bai’s food consumption was not what Pt Dhar was after. He would be at their door soon, demanding to know if Rahul had spoken to Firoze about the matter. So the next Sunday, Rahul went over to the Dhar house himself. Rahul had an electricity meter, unlike others, which meant he did not have to depend on Afzal for illegal wire taps. Deprived of another house to extract money from, Afzal accused him of tampering and always ensured that his house had no electricity on Sundays at the time of Ramayan. This did not really affect Rahul, but now this, in fact, came in handy. He had an excuse to visit the Dhars.
(Excerpted from Sandeep Raina's A Bit of Everything with permission from Westland Books)
