Mall chief

Woman's Era - - Short Story -

I was at Mus­cat. I taught yoga to the 4 peo­ple in Mus­cat. Marathi Mi­tra (man­dal mem­bers) one of my stu­dents when I was mov­ing in the mall aim­lessly, took me to the owner of the mall. He was a Mus­lim from Bhan­tibazar area. He went there, traded and be­came the owner of the mall.

My stu­dent in­tro­duced me to him. He asked me one ques­tion: can you tell about yoga in one sen­tence? I kept quiet, but later on said, “One who eats once (a day) is a yogi, who eats twice is a day bhogi and who eats thrice is a rogi.”

The owner said “I eat four times a day,” I told him he is a maha rogi. He was sit­ting in the mid­dle, sur­rounded by his friends rel­a­tives etc. They did not like what I said. But the owner started laugh­ing. His Yahudi cap fell down. When he laughed, oth­ers also laughed. He in­vited me for lunch. I said no. One of his men said, “No one has said no to the owner in the last 10 years.” I said, “I am pure vege­tar­ian, he (they are) non veg.” The owner said “We all will take veg food.” I still said no be­cause I was to take lunch with one of my lady stu­dents.

The owner sent a car to pick up my stu­dent from where she was. Within one hour we had a won­der­ful lunch. It con­sisted of around 60 dishes, desserts were 10, most of the things were brought from the mall it­self. Rice and dal va­ri­eties were about five each. I could not for­get that lunch...! – Jy­oti Manohar Joglekar, Mum­bai.

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