Mansukhgunj at Play

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On weekends Dubeyji was often seen at the park talking to young bois about bikes and toys. He would ask them to come over for free ride. He would insist for the younger ones, for petrol is expensive seemed like a good reason.

Dubey ji, would never miss weekend at the park. The entire week he would spend polishing his bike. He was proud that his bike was the talk of the town. And he was bent on keeping it so. So he never bothered to clear the misconception. 

Chintu and kuttu would never visit the park on weekends because they have been tired of getting lured by the gypsy. On the weekends the gypsy would be found strolling in the park, trying to lure other kids. Chintu and kuttu did not like this and this made them jealous. They promised themselves they don’t need the gypsy for their adventure, so every weekend they would start out and look for one.

Among the three fountains, other side of one of the pond was the ghat of domraja. Other side of other pond was the most beautiful sunset. And the other side of the other other pond was most beautiful sunrise. So you can start your day at any time and you just have the right place to be.

However there are 5 other best sunrise and sunset points at play. What is your taste? Do you like sunrise by wine or sunset by suryanamashkar? Or just sit by the ghats and get lost in the beauty of domraja

The south side of the playground was ruled by dogs. The north side of the playground was ruled by the cats who ruled the south side from north. These both were ruled by the mouse parties of the east. That’s what they used to think. And no king should have to claim he is the king or should ever have to leave his castle and go all the way to the peasant lands. This evil idea was planted by the ducks.

13th of every month Pund’tG visits Mansukhgunj. He brings a beautiful carpet he bought from bethlehem. Where he perches with mota raja tota. Last time he was here he had predicted sagar chowdhury would not be out for another 3 months from his house, to continue the prayers, that is even if any one was at it. The ducks of three fountains which are ponds, hate pund’tG. He has seen clearly through their evil plans. This enmity has been long standing now. However they have maintained  diplomatic peace after park inspectors taxed them both. However, both the parties are sometimes witness to be engaged in covert warfare.  However these sometimes only happen on 13th of every month, so you cannot expect that story to have proper chronology. For time and chronology in Manuskhgunj is a joke, like every where else.

The reader might be keen to observe the bond  between gypsy and Pundt’G. So were the people of manuskhgunj. Clash of titans. The land has been filled with innumerable rumours though none can be confirmed. Some say that they can be seen  eating the famous soul melting jalebis of bazars of Mansukhgunj, some or the other time, looking over at domraja, after all his beauty is exhausting much like the jalebis. Some say they have seen both of them sneak in sagar chowdhury house to and play hide and seek in his garden. To know the important truth behind the matter, the task has been assigned to the detective agency of shimki meetrow. He come s to attend this case every 17th of the month, and duly inspects especially the playground for clues to the matter.

There are many incidents the park is famous for. Under the tree of enlightenment, which is the only lampost in the entire park, bhatia sahab ka bhatija ate his wallet as a child. The two families have not talked since. That day is still narrated by the majedar mousis of Mansukhgunj while walking and talking in the park. Some details fluctuate like the intensity of the slap and the degree of retaliation and drama but the crux is always the same. How can one eat a whole goodam wallet without ketchup? Such things are unheard of 

The Only place you are allowed to go to if you are bunking school in Mansukhgunj is the playground. Because people in Mansukhgunkj know life is a playground so what can be a better teacher. The school teachers helped to solve this problem, they used to take out lottery and allow 5 kids bunk every day. This helped maintain equilibrium of chaos inside and outside the school.

The play ground suffers from the epidemic of human monkeys. The kids love climbing the trees and jumping of unaware passerbys. Especially the majedar mousis .

The playground holds many annual events, but almost one for everyday. Its tug of war is especially famous between the ducks and pigeons.

Around 6 in the evening, well mostly, you can see a group of boy carrying the injured ones on their shoulder wile making ambulance noises till they literary drop the victim at his door step.

Published by Magaj-Beej the First

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