The Bank died...

Bhaiya...yes...'do you know, Madhav Joshi uncle died', Richa said to Vyom...'What ?' Vyom reacted.

'Arjun uncle called me yesterday; he was asking about you and told to inform you. He knows there are very few who shared laughs with Madhav Joshi uncle and you are one of them', Richa continued.

Vyom was silent for 3 seconds.' What happened to Madhav Joshi uncle?' Vyom asked casually. 'Arjun uncle was telling maybe heart attack,' Richa answered. 'What do you mean by may be, a person died and people don’t know why?'Vyom reacted. 'It was around afternoon and he was found dead lying at his office chair and you know what, there were around 2 Lacs Rupees cash in his Kurta’s pocket,' Richa said.

Vyom didn’t react much.

Madhav Joshi, kind of a bank for some people in a small town somewhere in hills, got a big property in inheritance.  Vyom never heard Madhav bhaisaab, Joshi G or Madhav uncle from anyone; it was always Madhav Joshi, apart from ‘papa’ from Jahnavi didi. 

Vyom was sitting silently; he was not able to recollect what he used to call Madhav Joshi in his childhood. Vyom doesn’t forget things easily, but still he was not able to recall. What he recalled were some voices...hey Neo...ullu ke pathhe...uncle what does this mean ? hahaha bachhe gaali hoti hai ye and then he repeated with his childish voice ullu ke patte...hahaha bachhe gandi baat...don’t repeat this...come we will play Cricket. Just call to Chetan bhaiya, I got a new bat for him. Hey uncle where do Chetan bhaiya live, why doesn’t he live here? Bete Chetan bhaiya lives in his school. What... in school, how come it's possible? How someone can live in school, everyone leaves school after final bell. Hahaha bete Chetan bhaiya goes to a better school and he lives in hostel with other students. Now a days it’s summer vacation in his school, so he is here with us. Uncle what does better school mean. Neo... you ask so many questions, It’s cricket time now, call to Chetan bhaiya. OK. It was a kind of routine for some years, then one day Vyom left the town and moved to another town with his parents, may be for better school. 

After that, once in a year whenever Vyom visited Arjun uncle’s place, he used to go to Madhav Joshi’s place. But Vyom never got a chance to meet Madhav uncle, he was always in his office, busy in meetings or on phone call. Madhav Joshi had a office in his house only and first time Vyom saw trunk dialing phone in his office only. Vyom used to play with those rings on phone with Jahnavi didi. 

Last year, during his visit Vyom was walking on the roof-top of Arjun uncle’s house, Madhav Joshi saw him from his roof-top and he send a guy to Arjun uncle’s place.

'Are you Neo?' The guy said...yes...Madhav Joshi  send me here, he invited you to his place'. 'Ok, I will come in some time,' Vyom said.

'Hey Neo, son...you are looking like a hero , where are you, how are your parents and simmy,'Madhav Joshi said . Vyom greeted Madhav uncle. 'I am good , I am in Delhi,' Vyom said. 'Your name is still Neo or something else? I think it was Neo only when you were here in school,' Madhav Joshi asked. 'No, I discontinued Neo in new school, it’s Vyom now,' Vyom answered. 'Good... Vyom Pratap Singh, but for me you are always Neo,' Madav Joshi said. 'Yes, here everyone calls me Neo only,' Vyom said. 'OK son...come we will have tea,' Madav Joshi said. They had tea in Madhav joshi’s office. 'So, what about your parents, simmy and your younger brother. He looks exactly like you, last year he came here with your mother, I thought it was you. Son what about the future plan, when you are planning to get married, at least I will get a chance to meet your father, he is a gentleman. Do you have visiting card, give me your phone number. Chetan is also there in Delhi, visit him sometimes,' Madhav Joshi continued like a child who doesn’t bother whether someone is listening to him or not. 'I am not carrying my visiting card, but I will write my number for you,' Vyom said. 'Yes, I will call you, it has been a long time to speak with your father,' Madhav Joshi said. In past few years Madhav Joshi got changed a lot, he was a lone person in his own world. His son doesn’t talk to him, his daughter has been through unsuccessful marriage. His eyes were red and wet, the bank was looking so week, not from his structure but from his eyes.

'Ok, I have to go,' Vyom said. 'No, how can you go like that, you will have dinner with us, I will call to Arjun,' Madhav Joshi said. 'No it’s fine, I came today only and will be leaving tomorrow most probably, they have already prepared dinner for me,' Vyom said. 'OK, son...as you wish, convey my regards to your parents, I will call at your number will speak with your father,' Madhav Joshi said.

Ok uncle, bye...bbye...take care son...

After 3 days Vyom got a call on his phone, hello...hey son it’s Madahv Joshi here. Hey uncle sorry, can I call you back in sometime, I am on my way in metro, just reached Delhi...no problem son, I wanted to talk to your father. Take care son...                  

That was the last time when Vyom spoke with Madhav Joshi. 

There was a time when Vyom used to ask silly questions to Madhav uncle, he used to play with him and Chetan bhaiya . That time he was not aware of the fact that Madhav uncle is a bank, but soon after some years he came to know the fact why whole town knows him as Madhav Joshi. Gradually with some years, bank went through bankruptcy, the bank who did not realize the meaning of relations, lost his son long back when he stopped talking to him.

The bank died last week and left so many questions unanswered, all the questions look simple but he ignored them just because they were simple and he was busy in dealing with the other questions. The tragedy is even at the time of his death, the Bank had some pieces of paper, which had some questions written, in his pocket.