Kundhanlal, the Crowd Puller by Sushi (based on the knot created by Haribhai) | Forum

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sushi55
sushi55 Oct 31

Friends, long time ago, Haribhai had posted a writeup on  a street magician who was found hanging on a tree one fine morning. He wanted us to probe on who was he and why he was hanging from the tree. I wrote a sequel as to who was he, giving him a name as 'Kundhanlal' . Now I have expanded it and same got published in our blog 'BLACKBOLDITALICS' . There too I have not completed the story  but have given a week's time for the readers to complete  or otherwise I will complete.  Then thought, as the knot was given by Haribhai, I should give him the due credit and post it in Verdurez too, from where I was away  for sometime due to Verdurez taking a new Avathar. Again. I took the pain of signing up and presenting the story in parts, and would also like you to try to complete the story. A big thanks to Haribhai for creating the knot for the Kundhanlal, the Crowd Puller. Now to the story in story, 

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Kundhanlal, the Crowd Puller



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Kundhanlal - the Crowd Puller by Sushi


It was a lazy Sunday morning and as always I got up late and with a cup of coffee and Hindu newspaper was grazing through the pages without giving attention of any particular news. There was enough time for serious reading and now is the time to relax – I was telling myself sipping my hot coffee. Then I heard the commotion on the park in front of the balcony. I stood up to look what was happening. I saw a police van and ambulance standing at the entrance of the park. A huge crowd was gathering and there was such a noise as if everyone was talking to everyone. Then the police started dispersing the crowd with lathis in hand and as the crowd moved I could see a body hanging from the Peepal tree that had spread its branches even into the compound of the building.


I was so shocked and just wearing a fresh shirt went down and in few seconds I was in the park. I was doubtful about being let in but when I saw my friend Inspector Totuwal attending to the case, I was relieved Inspector Totuwal was a giant of a man 6.2 ft. tall and physique to go with it. He had a long nose and as always, my mind came with the thought that how he has aptly named as Totuwal. (Totha means parrot in hindi) He gestured me to come in and as I entered I could clearly see the body hanging from the tree. My heart stopped for one minute as I saw the swollen face of Kundhanlal, the popular magician staring at me. When I turned around I could see many in the crowd which consisted of residents from the nearby slums crying uncontrollably. I could understand their feelings because Kundhanlal performed all his magic free for them every Sunday. I had seen him coming to the park every Sunday and perform in front of the huge crowd. He was such a good magician that sometimes people from our building which has upper middle class residents also stood with the slum residents to view his magic. He never took any penny from anybody and never talked to anyone. He will just come with his attendants , one man and one female who helped him in his magic performance and after the show, they all left in the same car they came. His attendants would explain the tricks and never ever talked anything other than the magic tricks to be performed. He never showed any emotions except while performing his magic tricks when he used to joke and address the kids in the crowd. Many in the crowd tried to speak to him but he will just smile and move away. We came to know his name was Kundhanlal only because during the show he always used to mention his name as Kundhanlal. He was a crowd-puller, no doubt, but never mingled with the crowd. There were lots of rumours going on about him . Someone had found out that he was a software personnel working in the town nearby. Someone had a story to tell that he lost his whole family in a car accident and hence was performing magic to forget his sorrows. But no one could tell for sure why he was taking pains to come every Sunday and entertain the crowd with his magic show free of cost. My thoughts were broken by Inspector Totuwal ordering the body to be brought down after performing the necessary formalities While the body was brought, I could hear the crowd wailing and crying uncontrollably.


I asked Inspector when he had a moment to spare as to why the man committed suicide – the answer from Inspector Totuwal was “ How do you conclude it is a suicide – it could be murder too – “ Yes” I thought to myself and then again more questions as to why someone would kill this gem of a person. .By that time all the police formalities were completed and after the body was taken to the ambulance, Inspector Totuwal looked at me quizzically as if to ask “what to do think, Sherlock Holmes? “ He knew I am a writer and had written some crime thrillers too. I just looked at him blankly as if to let him know that “ Wait till I come with a story” - But while all these exchange of thoughts were going on, I was actually telling him “ Inspector – please keep me informed , I am interested in this case. As long as he was alive, nobody knew anything about him and he was a mystery man but let his death also need not become a mystery. I would like to know for sure whether it is a suicide or murder and whatever be it, I would like to know the reason behind it too” Inspector Totuwal nodded absentmindedly and I could understand that his mind is already planning the next course of action.


I left the park as the police cars were leaving and as I entered my building, I turned back as if something or someone was beckoning me from behind and as I turned my heart skipped a beat for that moment. I could see her moving away into the crowd . Even though she had covered her face with a scarf, I could recognize her from her powerful blue eyes and her sporty gait which I had always used to admire in my mind. Our eyes met and I somehow felt she was frightened and the next moment she disappeared in the crowd. However, I searched to find her in the crowd, it was futile and she had vanished. Yes – she was one of the attendant who used to help Kundhanlal, the magician. My mind debated as to whether I should tell about her to Inspector Totuwal, but the writer in me wanted to find out more about her on my own and as always the writer succeeded. I knew all the answers for this mystery lay with the blue eyed damsel but how to find her was the million dollar question. I went home and while I had my breakfast, my thoughts were on how to find the damsel who will give the finishing touch to the story that was painfully nagging the writer in me.


I was just playing with the remote trying to fix my thoughts on the TV show, I heard the bell ring. ‘Who can be at this time of the day?” was my first thoughts as I hardly get any visitors at my home. I opened the door to stare at the blue eyed beauty who just entered hurriedly into the house and closed the door. I was taken aback by the whiteness of her face as if the blood has totally drained out of her body and the blue eyes showing a hollow as if totally filled with fear. I could see she was visibly trembling and I pointed to a chair for her to sit and gave her a glass of water. She calmed down a little and asked for more water. I offered a cup of tea that was kept in a flask and I could see her face getting to normal as she sipped the tea slowly.


I knew she had come to me to seek some help from me and my mind debated as to whether I should get into this or not. As can be seen, she had something to do with the murder or suicide of Kundhanlal and whichever way, she was in trouble and trying to help her or even being with her may create trouble for me. But all these thoughts were hushed up by the curious writer in me who was dying to write one more thriller story and what else can be more thrilling to get the story from the horse’s mouth itself.


I waited for her to totally calm down and then asked her the reason for her coming to my home. She said ‘ Saheb! I have been seeing you during our shows and you seem to be more educated and gentleman who can help me. Moreover, I saw you talking to the policeman – so I came to you”.


I just told her to calm down and asked her the million dollar question i.e abut the death of Kundanlal – whether it was suicide or murder . Her reply threw me top to the ceiling and brought me down. She replied that ‘Saheb ! It was an accident” - I just stared at her unbelievingly as if to ask “ how can anyone die with the rope tied on his neck on the top of a tree accidentally?” Seeing my look she smiled wryly and said “ I will tell you the whole story, Saheb – then only you will understand.” she told the story in her own way – many a times I found there were some loose ends but then what else can be expected from a totally frightened lady?  But the most surprising information I received was that the blue eyed beauty whom I had been thinking as an attendant of Kundhanlal, was actually his wife.


I have used my imagination based on bits of information given by Ujwala  and have  come up with a story about Kundhanlal, the magician. All these days myself and all the other residents in our colony used to wonder why  he  was performing high quality magic for the slum dwellers without taking even a penny –  Ujwala told me bit by bit what she knew about Kundhanlal and  I finally came to know more about Kundhanlal and what a man he was !!  Only one title came to my mind i.e Kundhanlal - the Crowd Puller.  First I thought of writing the whole story in one part and then thought why not give the readers some food for thought and why not allow them to solve  the case as to why Kundhanlal was found dead hanging from the tree and why Ujwala called it an accident.  Second final end will be released after getting the feedback from the readers.


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Babu
Babu Oct 31
A good attempt by you to draw  imagination from the readers
hari1941
hari1941 Nov 1

Sushi, Mam,

First of all, welcome back.

I read your account with great interest. I had written the story in four parts but posted only three and could not post the fourth concluding part. Now that you have given it a twist, I will keep my end a secret. I promise, I will look forward to the end in your mind.

sushi55
sushi55 Nov 1
Quote from hari1941

Sushi, Mam,

First of all, welcome back.

I read your account with great interest. I had written the story in four parts but posted only three and could not post the fourth concluding part. Now that you have given it a twist, I will keep my end a secret. I promise, I will look forward to the end in your mind.

Haribhai..thanks for the warm welcome. I had read only the first part and then developed the story in my own way and  posted in verdurez too. Now when my blog group wanted sonething urgent, i improvised my earlier one and gave them. Me too ( not the famous or rather notorious Me Too)  waiting for your final  episode 
hari1941
hari1941 Nov 2

Quote from sushi55
Quote from hari1941

Sushi, Mam,

First of all, welcome back.

I read your account with great interest. I had written the story in four parts but posted only three and could not post the fourth concluding part. Now that you have given it a twist, I will keep my end a secret. I promise, I will look forward to the end in your mind.

Haribhai..thanks for the warm welcome. I had read only the first part and then developed the story in my own way and  posted in verdurez too. Now when my blog group wanted sonething urgent, i improvised my earlier one and gave them. Me too ( not the famous or rather notorious Me Too)  waiting for your final  episode 

Yes I remember. I am not sure if those posts were carried over in the new home. Depending on the response on this and your ending of the story, I may post all four parts here again.
shobham
shobham Nov 2
Hi Sushi

Lovely to see you . 

Do not disappear again. 

shobham
shobham Nov 2
Ah 

And the story is real thriller. But I am unable to face it as I cant stand suspense.  Any mystery I read the end before I start reading from beginning. So Dont make us wait too long ! ))