Tale about 'CHANGE'

‘Hey, I am the big one here! Show me some respect and make place’ said a loud voice and the crowd dispersed.

‘So it’s the same here too!’ the new one sighed. ‘Welcome to the new group. You just arrived? Your armor is beaming.’ asked an old member in a friendly manner.

‘We were delivered from the RBI a week ago, circulation started just a few days ago. We were in the bank till now. What about you bro, you look pretty native. Heard you guys are unemployed nowadays?’ asked the shining one rupee coin.

‘Times change brother and we have become ancient. The good thing is at least here I have a few friends of my own kind’ replied the tarnished fifty paisa coin.

Jaane Woh Kaise Log The Jinke Pyar Ko Pyar Mila
Humne To Jab Kaliyaan Maangi Kaaton Ka Haar Mila

Old: See, that’s my other friend. He just got his heart broken and now he’s singing away to forget his love

New: I don’t remember hearing that song. Is it that old?

Old: you just arrived a week ago, by the time you will leave you will hear some good retro music here.

New: So you guys always hang around here? Nobody employs you is it? There’s no exchange in here or what?

Old: No buddy, we are here to stay. There’s no exchange here, there’s lot of 'change'. But this is really a cool place to be in- the bus conductor’s purse. Look out some new ones are arriving. I have spent a lot of time in the outside world. The most fascinating experience was being a ‘memoir of love’. The guy who employed me never parted from me because his lover was my former employer. Those were wonderful days. But as all good things should end, I was discarded after my employer realized that his ‘lady luck’ had other plans in life.

Bichhad Gayaa Har Saathi Dekar Pal Do Pal Ka Saath
Kisko Phursat Hai Jo Thaame Deewane Ka Haath
Humko Apna Saaya Tak Aqsar Bezaar Mila
Humne To Jab...

New: Oh! That was a nice story. So, who’s that one there? He’s making a big group of coins there. What’s happening?

Old: All that is normal here, you will get used to it. He’s the union leader. He keep’s promising us things but never really does anything. He promised to get rid of the stanch of notes and ask for polishing our armors. Nothing happened as you can see. He boot lick’s the big notes that arrive and thrash the little ones. Don’t give him any attention.

New: Oh. The world is a dangerous place to be in.

Old: You will get used to it. Nothing to worry.


New: what do you guys do here?

Old: There’s lot of time pass. We get the news from the coins that arrive and disperse everyday. About the latest. There were days when the people in buses never stopped talking. They talked about food, work, servants, politics and corruption. We have heard stories about every single topic you can ever imagine. Now, people talk over their mobile phones we can hardly understand what the conversation is all about. There’s a window in here. Come I will show you some thing very funny.

They make their way to the torn and repaired and torn again part of the bag.

New: This bag itself is a miracle. how come no one falls off?

Old: No there haven’t been any casualties but there have been few escapists. Ok now look there at that pink salwar kammez girl. She’s smiling to herself and now she will begin talking to herself too.

But alas, there was a sudden brake and ‘Pinky’ aroused from her dreamy encounter.

New: I missed that one. Will wait for tomorrow.

Old: Tomorrow? You will be gone in less than an hour, young chap.

New: Is that true? I am going to miss you, old man. And your friend’s song.

No sooner were those words uttered, a hand appeared and picked a few coins upward. The new one was chosen to be disposed and he landed into safe hands of a young girl.

Old: All the best stud. Hope to see around sometime.

New: Thank you.

Old: Yes comrade, I am with you again. Let’s hear you complete that song.

Isko Hi Jeena Kehte Hain To Yunhi Ji Lenge
Uf Na Karenge Lab See Lenge Aansoo Pee Lenge
Gham Se Ab Ghabraana Kaisa Gham Sau Baar Mila
Humne To Jab...

Some where in the backdrop a loud voice continues to stir

‘Are you with me, my fellows? Let me hear you say that strongly. Together we shall change the course of the future’ It was the union leader.

‘We are with you’ the mob replied loudly.

‘Filthy Lucre!'

Jaane Woh Kaise Log The Jinke Pyar Ko Pyar Mila
Humne To Jab Kaliyaan Maangi Kaaton Ka Haar Mila