AIIMS, India’s premier medical institute has never tired of playing the magnanimous host to dengue spreading mosquitoes and crooked men of power claiming illness and memory loss - after all Atithi Devo Bhava. A few days back this last resort for the sick was witness to an unusual spectacle – a re-enactment of the Ram-Bharat milap. No, not Ram Gopal Varma and Manoj Kumar meeting for coffee but Amar Sing’s tearful reunion with Bade Bhaiyya B(B3).
When B3 strode in to enquire about Chote Bhiayya’s (CB ) tantrumy kidneys, CB’s joy knew no bounds. The moment his pug shaped nose picked up the all too familiar scent of Big B he started bawling like a baby. In fact there was so much water in him that it came out gushing not only from his eyes but his nose as well. So choked with emotion was Amar Sing that Bade Bhaiyya B had to growl in all his earnestness Yeh haath mujhe dede Thakur. He held weepy CB’s hand for full two hours and had the hospital staff gush about this one of a kind Amar Prem. Not the Prem Chopra wallah prem ok?
Of late the erstwhile Thakur of Azamgarh has been through a lot of emotional turmoil. He, the savior of vote seeking, MP purchasing, wheeling dealing specimens has been unceremoniously discarded like yesterday’s tissue by these ignoble creatures. To add salt to his injured heart, he was dumped in jail for a crime unusual. While his illustrious neighbours, Madhu Koda and Lalit Bhanot were enjoying Tihar’s hospitality for their money grabbing ways, Amar Sing was made to cool his heels for disbursing cash to greedy MPs. But Azamgargh ke Thakur is not the type to take things lying down. Once inside Tihar’s hallowed precincts, he managed to get on everyone’s nerves with his persistent whining about the lack of cleanliness and hygiene. Two undertrials who had been tried for rape and mayhem were made to go on their knees with an extra large mop for Amar’s sake. From dreaded Bhais to bais in ten minutes flat.
The traumatized Jail authorities even offered a western style commode to facilitate Amar’s privileged motion.
Before CB could cause further psychological trauma to jail officials with his relentless nakhras and natak bazi, he was speedily dispatched to AIIMS.
As Amar wipes his runny nose on Bade Bhaiyya’s B well manicured hands he can’t help but thank Jaya who prefers Prada, mentally. After all it was her iconic If the Thakur sings, all you old fogies will be running faster than Milkha Singh, that had struck a jarring note with the high and mighty. After all it was her crorepati question “The big celebrities whom he helped, he fought to get them land...the famous people, where are they?” that had B3 hopping on to the next chartered flight to Delhi.
What puzzles me is how Big B, who till a few months was shouting Budha Hoga Tera Baap from rooftops, could suffer a memory lapse so great! I mean could he possibly forget his chaddi buddy whose smiling visage followed him wherever he went, just like the Hutch puppy. The permanent attachment to the sukhi Bachhan parivar- Amar Sing. Whatever happened to Yeh dosti hum nahin bhoolenege?
But as part of the voyeuristic junta, who loves controversy as long as someone else is the victim – I would certainly love to hear Amar Sing, sing. The anguished alaap and the terrified tarana that will follow will be a music connoisseur’s symphony come true. And I wouldn’t mind Bade Bhaiya B lending his famous baritone to this one of a kind jugalbandi.
Amar Jee sing naa, Jaya Prada is waiting with her daflee.