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Valentine's Day 2009 – The Lover Boy of Nizamuddin Basti

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Valentine’s Day 2009 – The Lover Boy of Nizamuddin Basti

This butcher has a lamb's heart.

[Text and pictures by Mayank Austen Soofi]

Mr Feroze Qureshi, 23, works as a butcher in Nizamuddin Basti, hangs out at PVR Saket, drinks Rum, never misses his namaaz and is presently recovering from a broken heart.

His family is one of the oldest in Nizamuddin Basti which itself happens to be one of the oldest settlements of Delhi. But that wasn't the USP for the girl who fell in love with him around two years ago.

Mr Qureshi was at the 3C’s mall in Lajpat Nagar when Shikha, a student at Dayal Singh College, spotted him with his gang of Basti buddies. His sparkling eyes, muscular arms, bashful smiles won her heart. Bold and bindaas, Shikha approached Mr Qureshi, exchanged phone numbers and the romance started.

Once when her folks were out of town, Shikha invited Mr Qureshi to her house in Lajpat Nagar where they kissed in the darkness of her father's medical clinic. "It was my life's first kiss," says Mr Qureshi.

The puppy love became more regular. They would go to malls, multiplexes and McDonald's. Nothing would come between the lovers. So what if Mr Qureshi was a school-dropout and a Muslim while Shikha was a graduate student and a Hindu. The couple cared a hoot for their different family backgrounds. Shikha was the pampered child of a wealthy doctor. Mr Qureshi was the eldest son of a man who had died of drug overdose.

One day they went to a friend's flat in CR Park and had sex. "We crossed all limits," says Mr Qureshi.

The love went on. Meantime the jobless Mr Quershi got a day job in a butcher's stall and his life streamed into a rhythm. During the day, he would cut goat's meat. In the evening, he would take a shower, slip into jeans-t-shirt, spray a deo and meet his girlfriend.

One freezing evening, during the dying days of 2008, when they met outside Priya cinema, Shikha declared it would be their last meeting. She said she has her parents to think of. "I was shattered," says Mr Qureshi. "I asked her where were her parents when she first eyed me at 3C's."

Mr Quershi cajoled, pleaded, cried. But it was over from Shikha's side. Her 'ex' sank into depression. Mr Qureshi would reach home late in the night: his eyes always red, his steps always faltering, his breathe always stinking of booze.

"Shikha wanted to possess me but I loved her with all my soul," complains Mr Qureshi. "Once she got me, her interest waned."

Mr Qureshi's mother, unaware of her son's private grief, warned that his drunkenness could risk the matrimonial possibilities of his two sisters. That consideration and a mother's strict control gradually steered off Mr Qureshi from the path to abyss.

Of course, Mr Qureshi still drinks and still has Shikha's picture saved on his Chinese mobile but he has again started living. A few days ago he sms-ed a Basti girl. She replied back. They met in the courtyard of Urs Mahal, behind Ghalib's tomb, and kissed. The girl's name is Saara.

Happy Valentine's Day.

The lover boy

Valentine’s Day 2009 – The Lover Boy of Nizamuddin Basti

Shikha or Saara?

Valentine’s Day 2009 – The Lover Boy of Nizamuddin Basti

11 comments:

Pragnya said...

hey, this hottie looks so cute in black....
why doesn't he try for modeling or theatre??
and yes..a sad story indeed....i sympathize with this dude. life will get back to normal....dont worry.
and dont drink so much yaar....its going to lay your watery grave, nothing else. trust me on that.

Magnus Linde said...

Beautifully told!

Neha said...

Ah... Nostalgia of my own summer love in Delhi. But my heartbreak was not so painful.

Lovely post :)

Anonymous said...

This is typical class issue, where a rich girl leaves boy from lower class background after using him. It is not love but physical attraction. Love has transformed itself in the current phase of globalisation. It has to be understood in the prism of class analysis aptly quoted by marx and engels.

Ajit said...

You should have put up a Rotten Reporting alert next to the link to this entry.

Did it even enter your thoughts that the girl might, just might, not want her personal details splattered on some stranger's blog? Did you even try to get her side of the story?

Or, come to that, to find out if the "romance" is anything more than an figment of a stalker's imagination?

Fly, You Fools Comics said...

Hey, great khulasa on telling the whole world who had sex with whom and where.

Also nice that Saara knows the history.

SloganMurugan said...

We Indians have great respect for labour.

sheevum..... said...

t rely on galzzz i must say....
dey vill slew ur ass n dn ulimatly blame u...

Tina said...

very bad story and so dry. even the man's body hair on chest is so ugly. why not trim the access overload? men, you expect us women to have personal hygiene to "look" special (the fact is, we are),but for arguments sake, this chap needs a good waxing job.tsk tsk

no offence to him, but he looks more gay than straight. all in good humour.

very dry story and not all fun.

Tina

dreamer said...

NAhiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!

sorry for u, feroze!! glad you met saara!!

Iss bedard duniya mei jeena nhi aasaan!!

btw.. what is shikha's no.???

Vishal said...

Please change the names of your unsuspecting victims (girls), if you do not have their permission then never revel their addres or real name (saw a name of a girl in one of other blog too)..... please practice standard journalistic ethics.