“Rokadaa Dene ka Bhai . Cheque Veck nahi lene ka . Cheque ka Koi Bharossa nahin . Woh Bank Ka Babu Baitha hai . Poochho oos ko agar hum Jooth Boltaa hai ”
said the Seth to his customer pointing towards me .I never knew his name . We used to call him Seth . He was gentle but firm. In money matters he never compromised . He always conveyed his message in a firm and loud tone . I had also noticed one of his peculiar qualities . He never looked at the face of his customers when they came to settle their bills .He simple looked at their purses and the notes brought out for payment and some times he pulled the drawer of his table to count his own notes .He was possibly from SURAT in western India . Ten tables with Sunmica tops kept in two ground floor shops , a counter cum table for his own self and four Gujrati waiters who understood no other language were all that the restaurant had to display to prospective visitors . The waiters appeared to be poor and from rural background . Seth would not allow his waiters to intermix with his customers beyond what they were required to do as per their assigned duties .They were prompt in service and kept running from kitchen to the tables in the hall .The restaurant would serve Masala Dossa , plain Dossa , Idli , Wada , Sambhar and vegetarian Gujraati meals in Thaalis . The Papad and the pickle in the Thaali was a speciality .
Everyone in Kashmir would call the restaurant as SURTI Hotel .My friends in the bank especially Basharat fazili , Tej Dhar , A n koul , Showkat Ahmed , Ghulam Jeelani ,Arvind Mujoo , Ashok Padroo and many more would frequent this place . We also saw Prof Waheed , Advocate Ashok Bhan , Prof Riyaz Punjabi ( Two or three times only ) and almost all the medical representatives stationed at srinagar eating Dossa quite often in this restaurant. Sometimes we would order for vegetarian Thaalis as well.Groups of young men , Tourists , college students , lawyers , Professors and a couple of theatre personalities would also frequent this restaurant to eat Dossa as thin as a sheet of paper with Mouth watering chutneys and Sambhar . I was always fascinated by the style and professional attitude of the Gujrati proprietor . He had learnt some kashmiri words also . “WAARAI CHHUSS ”. He was popular in the area .Though firm , he was fair in his dealings and a straight business man who had ventured to do business traveling all the way from Surat to srinagar .The restaurant would close for winters from November to April and during this time the seth would go to Surat. Many shopkeepers in the adjoining Lambert Lane would also come to eat Dossa at this restaurant.Tea and coffee was also served in small cups . We would take three small cups of tea which practically were equivalent to one standard cup of tea served at other places.
I was pained to see the plight of this restaurant when I visited the area recently. Gutted and turned to garbage . Dossa is now sold at many places in the city .Enjoy this brief write up along with a view of this gutted Restaurant spiced with kashmiri poetry of Rassa javidaani ( A kashmiri poet from Bhaderwah ).
Agar su iyahem Me Dil Zaa Raalhunn –
Me daed Balhunn me Ghoasse Tselhunn,
Baa Zunh Ti Vanhuss na kyaa Tse Korthumm-
Agar me Vananuss ti Vaar Iyahe.
Me trov partaav tussindh Khayalunn –
Tsetith Hechim na zeeth raat Hijrich,
Naathai Ganzarhukh Ba Raet Raatuss –
Me Tarakhunn Hund Shumaar Iyahe .
Ye Maagh Soorith Te Phalgnuss munz –
Agar Su Myon Toth Yaar iyahe
( Rassa javidaani )
Should he visit this way again ,
Two hearts shall meet and
All my sickness shall find cure ,
All complaints shall vanish.
Never shall I tell him what he did to me ,
Even if I get an opportunity to lodge my complaint.
Tonight his memory is engulfing me ,
How can this long night of separation be lived?
Now that I could pass time by counting stars over my head,
Alas none can count them too.
After this month of Magha ,
Or in the month of Phalguna ,
Could it so happen Love ,
that you visit this way.
Baa Zunh Ti Vanhuss na kyaa Tse Korthumm-
Agar me Vananuss ti Vaar Iyahe.
Me trov partaav tussindh Khayalunn –
Tsetith Hechim na zeeth raat Hijrich,
Naathai Ganzarhukh Ba Raet Raatuss –
Me Tarakhunn Hund Shumaar Iyahe .
Ye Maagh Soorith Te Phalgnuss munz –
Agar Su Myon Toth Yaar iyahe
( Rassa javidaani )
Should he visit this way again ,
Two hearts shall meet and
All my sickness shall find cure ,
All complaints shall vanish.
Never shall I tell him what he did to me ,
Even if I get an opportunity to lodge my complaint.
Tonight his memory is engulfing me ,
How can this long night of separation be lived?
Now that I could pass time by counting stars over my head,
Alas none can count them too.
After this month of Magha ,
Or in the month of Phalguna ,
Could it so happen Love ,
that you visit this way.

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I will find out where she has gone,
ReplyDeleteAnd kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
Excellent .
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