As I walked through the streets of Dongri — what I call THE DEN OF DONS — I met a man selling weird power medicines. I was keen and wanted to inquire about the stuff and so, out of the sheer habit of poking my nose in other people’s business, I started to question the seller about the medicines.
वल्लाह! ये अफ़ग़ानिस्तान का मौज़ूं है |
I immediately understood that this man was a Pathan from Afghanistan and he was talking about this medicine made out of rare herbs and dry-fruits. I was amazed and very curious to talk to a Pathan in my life.
This man is a 6-footer fair and handsome Pathan named Hakim Ahmed Gul Khan from Afghanistan and visits Mumbai for 40 years. He collects rare herbs from the Bamyan mountains on horses and makes a special medicine and sells it in various cities of India and sometimes in nearby countries, except Pakistan.
वल्लाह! हमको मालूम. बोहोत अच्छा काम किआ था |
The chat crossed likes between a million topics from life in his land, to culture, to politics, to war, to religion, to medicines, to this and to that and finally to romance, especially about his three wives — and 14 children — which is supposedly a culture in his village.
ओ, पठान लोग बोहोत गरम होता है, एक बीवी से काम नहीं चलता |
Well, it was a brief chat but such an inspiring one for both of us. It opened my mind to talk to a complete stranger and I was really amazed to see that the stranger reciprocated in such a beautiful way.
He represented his nation well and I did the same, and although, the local people treat him very badly, hope he’ll carry a beautiful picture of our country back to his motherland!
And, not forget to mention that he invited me to his home in Afghanistan whenever I like and also offered me a stay with his family.