Band, BAAJA, BOYS
Find out which suitor will win over Binny in this madly hilarious book
Under normal circumstances, Brahmins were not supposed to be businessmen. But Kumud Bajpai had brought along a hosiery shop as dowry and there was no looking back. Only front.
One glance and Brajesh could estimate, ‘Madam, 38D will be perfect.’
Together, they had produced and raised Binny, their twenty-year-old daughter who they lovingly called a ‘happy-go-lucky’ girl: happy to spend her father’s money while different fellows got lucky.
As was noted by most of Manphodgunj’s male population, she had come of age. Who, from the queue of suitors, will bag Binny? Raja, who has lost his heart to her? Or ‘gorment’-job-holder-Tarun? Or, will it be Sanskari-N.R.I Harsh? Or, will Binny spurn all of them and elope with Rahul Pandey?
Band, Bajaa, Boys! is here to take you on the laugh-o-coaster of your life!
After Binny’s birth, Kumud got some ladies’ problem that was never cured. They had gone from doctor to doctor looking for answers. They had even gone to Delhi, which was the medical Vatican for people from small towns. But Kumud did not conceive again. ‘She has some ladies’ problem by which she is not giving monthly egg,’ he had explained to Babuji who was extremely worried. Brajesh had prayed on their behalf, bathed at various holy places and given up eating eggs on Mondays – the only gastronomic excess the Bajpais had ever indulged so that Kumud could get back her eggs.
It seemed a fair replacement to pray for, but God did not blink. Kumud had gone barefoot to a popular son-invoking shrine but all that had yielded were blisters under her feet. She had sent a photostat image of her palm to Baba Chanderi Chanchal of Indore. He had studied it and suggested that she chase a cow and feed it mithai to remedy the unfavourable alignment of planets.
Not standing cow.
Only running cow.
It had been tough because the cows in Manphodgunj were kind of lethargic. They would not even stand, let alone run. In search of more mobile cows, Brajesh had driven her on Babuji’s scooter to Naya Purwa. He had even helped by egging on the cows to run. At least walk briskly. He had grabbed a cow by its ears and pulled it to make it walk, while Kumud had stuffed a laddoo in its mouth. The cow had been mildly irritated and knocked Brajesh off, almost creating another complication that would ensure Kumud never conceived.
When Binny was around fifteen years old they finally gave up. It took them some time to come to terms with the fact that they would be son-less. Babuji was extremely understanding and told Kumud that he valued his granddaughter as much as he would have valued a grandson.
But Dulari looked terribly displeased in her garlanded photo and if she could, she would have jumped right out and got Brajesh remarried to a more fertile woman with tray-loads of monthly eggs.