Bhiku: - Hey truck driver, if you start the engine, then we will not allow you to enter in this area anymore in the future. We will just kill you. Sir, just give us 100 bucks, otherwise, we will not leave you.
Arindam: - Ei, have you gone crazy or what? You are out bursting all your frustrations about Raaka on us. What can we do? Driver ji, please start the engine.
Narayan: - Hoye…truck driver…agar jaan pyaari hain toh, truck start mat karna…
Arindam: - Arrey, ei dujon toh ajab paglachoda maairi…100 takar janyo khamka bawaal suru koreche…
Prady: - Telgir baccha gulo saala sab erokom ee…ek number er myarachoda jaath…dhymnaami chara aar jeeboney kichui sekheni…Bangaalir dhyamnaami dekheni toh…taai pechoney bahut foorki jegechey…
Arindam: - Ei, Bhiku, you are now creating a bad impression of yourself. The forest officers gave you a responsibility to take care of us, the tourists, and in spite of doing that, you are behaving like a street hooligan. Will I complain about you to the forest officer, just now?
Bhiku: - Yes, go and complain to the forest officer. Sir, this is our forest. Forest officer listens to our words only.
Prady: - Haan…haan…jungle taa toh or baaper kina…he he he…saala ajob udh-gundu…he he he…
Arindam: - I think that we should get down from the truck now to go and complain about them to the forest officer. They will take strict actions against Bhiku and Narayan.
Prady: - Are you mad or what? This is a forest and these tribal people rule here. If you go and complain against them to the forest officer, nothing will go in our favor. The forest officer will say, ‘You people are earning so much salary, so, what is 100 bucks for you people, almost nothing. Therefore, just give the 100 bucks to these people’. As a net result, 100 bucks will go and also, we have to wait in this jungle for another 45 minutes to get the next bus to Munna Road of Warangal.
Bhiku: - Sir, please give us another 100 bucks.
Arindam: - I don’t have any money in my purse. Is there any ATM center in this forest? There is no ATM center here. Sorry, then I cannot give you money. Just get lost, now.
Bhiku: - If you don’t have money, then give me your golden wrist watch.
Arindam: - Now, you are talking like a dacoit only.
Truck Driver: - Sir, either you resolve the dispute here only or get down from this truck. I am getting late now. I need to deliver these goods within this evening only.
Arindam: - Ki kora jaaye bol dekhini…yeh saala gulo jaah suru koreche… jano baaper jonmey 100 taka dekheni.
Prady: - diye deh…bekaar jhamela baariye laabh nei…akey deri hoye jacche..tarpor abar eta jungle…jekhaney baagher bhoy, sekhanei taratari sandhye hoy…
Arindam:- Hey, Bhiku, just take this 100 bucks and go to hell…saala Bhikari kahi kaa…chal foth...saala dhymanar baccha…hyaraamjyaada…
Prady: - Ha ha ha…ki khillibaaji khishti….he he he…you could have given him your golden wrist watch instead of 100 bucks.
Arindam: - My wrist watch is of golden color, but not of gold. I am wearing this wrist watch since class XII. There are some assets, which you never want to give it to anyone, because there are so many sweet memories associated with it. You cannot buy those assets by money.
Truck Driver: - Saab, the way you people behaved with Bhiku and Narayan was the appropriate one. They deserve that kind of treatment only. You will be stunned to know that these tribal people forcefully take money from the truck drivers of this area to run their communist party. These tribal people just become street dogs when they are hungry and take up guns in their hand to rob the rich people.
Prady: - Arindam, you are a good boy, that’s why, you were tolerating their misbehaviors. I would have given them a tight slap on their face, if they would have done that misbehavior with me.
Arindam: - You cannot light a matchstick while standing on a coal-field. This is a naxalite area, and the naxals are anti-socials by birth and blood. So, there is no point in fighting with the street dogs. The street dogs will automatically die like street dogs only.
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