Sardar ka dil kyon toda ?

It seems as if yesterday when I lived that phase of my childhood days. While I was in primary school, I had a group of friends. One of them was Sardar. We used to call him by the same name. The two reasons being that he was first of all a Sikh, and second that whenever he used to get fussy about our pranks about Sardars, we used to call him the Sardar (leader) of our group.

We ,in the group shared many tastes in common, out of which I wish to recount one in this blog. The roll no. of Sardar was just after that of the most beautiful girl of the class. And since we were made to sit roll no. wise, he used to sit with her every day. This was a source of big fun for us. We used to play all games with Sardar, pretending as if she liked him. But there was not even a single moment when we made that girl realize that we were making fun of the stuff. Sardar used to take our pranks as they came and never took them seriously at all. We used to consider her the queen of our group, because Sardar was our king.

One ominous morning, everything shattered. Just after we finished with one class , the girl stood up and insulted Sardar at the pitch of her voice while the entire class was listening. Sardar listened everything patiently and kept mum. Later , after dismissal, we came to know that he did’nt do anything that deserved such a treatment.

It was a matter of great disgrace for our group. An urgent meeting was called in the evening. It was our own favourite place where we used sit under a tree and drink fuity as if we were drinking wine. Although its impossible for me to recollect the exact conversation but I’ll still pen down the direct speech.

Everyone was sitting silently with Sardar more grave than ever and looking downwards.
“So who next ??” asked member1.
Sardar is quiet.
“Roll no. 32 also likes Sardar but she is a bit taller..” member2.
Sardar drinks the entire fruity in frustration and takes one more ..
“Anyone taller than our Sardar will be beheaded !!” shouts member3 interrupting.
Sardar looks up to see no one is laughing..rest assured ,looks down again.
“Roll no. 42 was a good choice but she was also giggling at that time.” Member 1
Sardar finishes the second drink and takes the third. Still dejected.
“So we are left with two options : Roll no.6 and 48.They are equally deserve being our queen. Did anyone noticed their reactions today ?” I asked
Everyone was quiet. No one noticed them. I feared that we would not be able to placate Sardar in this meeting. But to my utter surprise, Sardar looked up with his twinkling eyes and said : ” Roll no. 6 did not laugh “,threw his fruity away in style and blushed.

I stood up. “Gentlemen ,I believe we have come to a serious conclusion. Lets take our pledge “ Everyone stood up and joined hands. ”We hereby solemly pledge that”..” we take Roll No. 6 as the queen of our group”..”and shall abide by the rule that we shall not marry until Sardar wins the queen or a thousand years “..”whichever is last.”
By now ,Sardar was grinning and finally said ”The meeting is adjourned.” before we took our bicycles and left.
But I still remember the innocent face of Sardar when he was being scorned upon by that girl and ask God: ”Sardar ka dil kyo toda ?”