seed #379
Since everybody hates the Gypsy, so everybody, in turn, ends up loving the Gypsy. And no stories can move forward in mansukh gunj without some blunder by the Gypsy or act as a catalyst. Chintu is a simple boy who trusts greatly in his friend kutuu. Kuttu is a simpler boi who places great trust in the Gypsy. And that is why dear readers, you can trust me that the story will be a fine one.
This Gypsy has the habit of popping out of nowhere, especially when simple and simpler boi has money. This time it too happened. Chintu had been handed some money to bring in some potatoes while returning from school. Now buying potatoes is as boring as boring can be spelt. But not in mansukh gunj. You see, the bazaars of mansukh gunj are otherworldly. So chintu and kuttu would often loiter the baazars. Each holding the other lest someone slips and splurge their pennies. And today was the day of the great test for which Chintu had enough to buy a sack of potatoes. That means enough for candies for a month. That means peanut butter and jelly for 20 days. But he cannot not skip the potatoes.
The Bois decided to take the off route so as to avoid the bazar. The smell of jalebis of mansukhgunj can entice the living soul out of you, and the bois want to return home in one piece and make sure that they do so with potatoes. And taking off route in mansukhgunj is never a good idea. Because you never know what you find. Especially the Gypsy. And that is what happened.
The Gypsy was as known as a brat as our kuttuu and chintu. He would pop out of thin air at the jiggle of pennies. The minimum amount. Which was candies for a month.
The moment chintu and kuttu took a turn from the mansion of sagar chowdhury, the story took a turn too.
The mansion of Sagar Chowdhury is noteworthy not for its kind but its keeps. There are several rumours about this mansion, but three things were certain. There lived a rare red rabbit. He has stolen the cloud dhoti of Sagar Chowdhury. This is why the poor man has never been able to get out of the house anymore. The postman is often seen reciting letters to him across fences, which is why the town knew of every detail of Sagar Chowdhury’s life. Which he didn’t know about. Now the postman being the postman of mansukhgunj can be trusted to be a brat as well. So how much of what he narrates is true or untrue nobody knows. Nobody cares. But this has resulted in an excellent bond for everyone in the magical town of mansukhgunj.
Sagar Chowdhury was an educated Bengali who was stuck at home, so naturally, he took up writing letters as a replacement for all outdoor activities, .and you can imagine the letters were a lot for the outdoors. It was literally a cloud dhoti. With so many letters and several letter recitals, this blended in the culture of the town. Some evenings and especially weekends, the postman was kind enough to always schedule it to the convenience of the people of the town, he would sit outside sagar chowdhury’s house and recite the latest letters to sagar, with the town quietly sitting outside and popcorning the situation. This has made Sagar Chowdhury great friends with the postman and made the postman great friends with the people of manuskhgunj. The letter of Sagar Chowdhury is a different story of which the letters exchanged between him and his landlord gathered the biggest crowd. This story is about the turn from his mansion as taken by chintu and kuttu on the fateful day.
You see, this is a sharp turn; sharp turn means sharp jiggles of the pennies in the small pockets of chintu and kuttu. And sharper the jiggle of pennies, the closer the Gypsy pops in the face which he did which resulted in them both stumbling. He is a gypsy after all, not a magician. When chintu fell, the coins fell too. If a gypsy sees enough pennies to buy candies for a month, he will hound you with tricks and tools till he gets those pennies.
“How is your math homework, little boys? Don’t you have problems which need solutions?”
“You mean solutions which are problems? You Gypsy, we are not trusting you anymore, now we do the goddam homework ourselves no thanks to you!”
“Actually all thanks to me! What about geography? You live in mansukhgunj, your geography has to be terrible”
“Geography is irrelevant in mansukh gunj, like everywhere else, everyone knows that”
“But not if you have a gypsy and a map marked ‘X’ and pennies for candies for a month”
“Phhurrr..you getting no money out of us anymore you crook” shrieked kuttu, “We all love candies. If we ain’t getting any, what makes you think you’re getting some!”
Gypsy figured out the boys have smartened up, and it may be trickier to get those pennies. The reader should know that it is obvious the manuskhgunj being mansukhgunj; the candies are obviously unique.
“But why ain’t you getting some? What else are pennies good for anyway”
“Don’t act oversmart. We hate you as much as we hate goddam potatoes!” This hint was the blunder, which will cost Chintu this story.
“Oh those things are worse than me! I don’t know why people keep on buying so many potatoes when you can just have all your lifetime supply with one potted magic potato.” flirted the Gypsy.
“This is mansukhgunj, who cares about magic. We only care about the realism of it. And definitely hate potatoes! Definitely hate a sack of them.”
“Who buys a sack of potatoes anymore? You know I know of things! What a waste! Especially when I happened to mention about the magic potato! You don’t believe me? Wait…right here, see you know sagar chowdhury right? Why has no one ever wondered what is keeping him alive? It is this potato! The poor man has not gone veggie shopping for ages! Actually this particular potato belonged to the rare red rabbit. They had lived in great peace together, in that garden for years sharing the potatoes and the magic. Until one fine day they decided to have an argument over something as silly as dhoti. Dhoti though may be silly to you, but is serious to sagar. The tussle was which was softer, the rabbit or the dhoti, it was the rabbit. This enraged sagar who stole the potato from the rabbit as revenge who stole his dhoti to avenge. But that is not the only magic potato you know. Life is full of magic potatoes. You just need to know where to find them. And the Gypsy always knows, for i don’t want to be spending precious pennies on something as potato as a potato, would you?” touted the Gypsy.
“History has it your plans backfire!”
“Who has ever learnt from history? You cannot enjoy steam without water. Now we don’t have time, soon it will be evening and we all know we don’t want to be in the forest of Giant Midgets in the evening time.”
“Oh no! We are not going to that forest! We have danced enough in it!” chintu put it across straight.
“First we are going to the candy store! To buy candies. I get to choose and keep only half of it. You get half candies and your mother will get potatoes for life. You are welcome.”
The possibility of a mansukhgunj of candy is enough to sway the potter out of harry, and here when chintu and kuttu could have half a month of stock, who would give it up for potatoes! Or kidneys! History also has it that mothers hold potatoes to a higher degree than kidneys.
It is true that the Gypsy knows everything so he can be trusted. So they hopped to the infamous candy shop—the gypsies hop.
The candy shop was like any shop in the town of mansukhgunj; they were all infamous. It is assumed that seven kids have been lost in the last two years. In that mysterious candy shop of mansukhgunj. Nobody is sure of the number because their families got lost too. It is a common occurrence in manskhgunj, as it was rightfully the land of lost were, it was a right and all right to get lost. Only two branches existed of a particular sweet shop. Of one which helped in the making of an epic. We create epics at a skip of a heartbeat. This one is too, i think it is because of Gypsy, and the missing rainbow, and Sagar Chowdhury and Putul Muhamad. You may think it is the magic of magju narration.
Magaj INC 