Kaawaalaa... (Do you Need?)

This weekend I had been to Nagarjuna Sagar, a nearby tourist place from Hyderabad. The temperament of natural world is constantly beautiful and wonders me at its every instance. I was happy as always for the idyllic atmosphere and enchanted with the breeze, forest and lake obvious. I could listen to the music of nature very clearly and it was drifting me towards its deep pinnacle and I was following innocently. From the BUS STAND, I rush to a hotel without delay. I logged in, kept my baggage in safe then freshen up myself and took some food to fill the necessity of empty stomach. With my co-passerby (FRIEND), I returned to the nature back. 

We both sat for a while, the zephyr passing through the water was breathtaking. I already have lost myself at our first interaction and now I was getting molested for my part. Sailing me on its each moment, I gladly wander here and there. The music from the lack, calling of forest and gentle wind were hypnotized me, the other factors like jingles from birds added the flavor. The setting sun was simply marvelous. The panorama was purely amazing. A golden dusk and blinking light haze were making my moments so nervous and forcing me to memorize a person whom I adore much. I excused from my friend and started walking along with the seducing puff. After a while I rang to my mother, spoke with her for some moment and explaining my happiness and the miraculous location. Then for some instance, I stood near the iron boundary with poking my head in between two bars of the boundary. I was inhaling the draught floating through the lake. Then I could not stop myself to call my siblings. First, I called my younger brother, who was alone at Hyderabad and then to my sister, who was watching daily soaps at Chennai by then. My sister transferred her handset to her husband, my brother-in-law. We both were in jolly discussion, I heard a noise then. Actually, that was an anonymous noise, which I made an intentional voice. The sound “Kawala” dropped in ear clearly and I turned back, with a surprised face, with continuous conversation over phone. That voice was too sweet and pleasant to hear, which had driven my attention away. But, the appearance was a different from the voice. A fair, average girl with flower in her hairs looked at me in a different look. She repeated the word “Kawala” again; I turned back with the surprised note and continued my previous actions. 

I was disturbed. I found a space with grills, where I can poke my head inside bars and inhale the breeze from the water. I ended the talk, and in taking some heavenly air to refresh my brain. With no time from my conversation had over, I heard the voice “Kawalaa”... Though, I am an Odia, I could understand a little Telugu in my staying of over one year at Hyderabad. Kawalaa means, do you Need? I can never accept such type of thing from a lady, and that is too open and a good looking. 

Lady: Kawalaa ?
Me: What... !!!
Lady: Kawalaa?
Me: Sorry, mujhe Telugu nahi aata! (I don’t know Telugu.)
Lady: Hindi...!
Me: Haan... (Yes)
Lady: Hona... (Required)
Me: Kya hona? (What...)
Lady: Entertainment...
Me: Na... na... (NO)
Lady: Kyun? (Why)
Me: Kyun matlab, mujhe nahi hona... (I spoke haphazardly... what do you mean? I don’t required)
Lady: Tum ghabrata kyun hai... (Why are you nervous?)
Me: Please, aap jaiye, mujhe nahi chahiye. (You go, I don’t need)
Lady: Daro mat, kuchh nahi hoga... (Don’t scared, nothing will go wrong)
Me: Aare aap jate ho ya mein jaaun... (Will you go or I will...)
Lady: Rs. 500/-
Me: No... Kuchh nahi... (Nothing else)

When I found her a little sticky, I just move ahead. I started walking and wanted to remove all those discussion from my brain. I had started inhale the cool wind from the lake and wandering at nature’s lane. At another point I stood up again to gaze the wave of the water and to explore the nature. Again I heard a voice... 

Lady: A Mister...
Me: Tum fir se (you are again)
Lady: chalna... (Please come)
Me: Aap ka problem kya hai? Ek baar batane se samajh mein nahi aati! (What is your problem? Can’t you understand at once!)
Lady: Itna kyun bhaoo kyun kha raha hai... Aaj koi nahi hai, chal na. (Why do you so rude? No one is here today, please come)
Me: Ma’am, please mujhe parisaan mat karo. Mujhe nahi chahiye. (Please don’t disturb me, I don’t need)

For a while she kept silence. But, she did not let her hope, and stayed there for my words. She was continuously starring at me with her lust eyes. I broke the silence and asked,-

Me: Achha... kuchh problem toh nahi hoga naa... (okay, is it safe?)
Lady: Aare saab, mereko experience kis din kaam aayegi. Tum phikar nako karo. Kuchh nahi hoga. Khaali entertainment hoga. (My Lord, I am experienced and when it will worthy, you don’t worry, nothing will go wrong, we only will enjoy.)
Me: Achha, service kya hai... (What all the service you provides?)
Lady: sab kuchh... massage se leke gharwali tak... (Everything, starting from massage to your wife’s job.)
Me: Achha... Kahan? (Okay, where?)
Lady: Park mein... (In the park)
Me: Na na, khulla mujhse nahi hoga. (No, no. I can’t do it openly)
Lady: Toh mere ghar chalen... lekin uska 1000/- rupees lagega. (so, shall we go to my house, but it will cost you 1000 bucks)
Me: No no , 1000/- jyaada hai. (no, 1000 bucks are more)
Lady: Kitna doge? (How many will you give?)

(I was shocked, what have I done! I am not only talking with a prostitute but also bargaining for the same. How can I escape from this? At what rate, she will deny. Let me say for 300 bucks...)

Me: 300 rupay... (300 bucks)
Lady: No, bahut kam hai. 300 mein park chalen... (No, it is very little, shall we go to the park for 300 bucks)
Me: Na, mujhe khulla achha nahi lagta, ghar mein ho toh chalega. (I don’t like it out side, but at home I am okay)
Lady: Naa... ghar mein bahut kam hai... 700 rupay mein chalega. (No, for home it is less, if it is 700 bucks then I am okay)
Me: Dekho mere paas paisa nahi hai. (Look, I don’t have money)

The lady stood for a while then left the place. I relived. That could be a dangerous situation. But any how end well means all well. I had stand there for more half-an-hour, and then I remembered someone is waiting for me at a little distance. So, I decided to walk back to my friend. The story has not finished yet. While returning, I found that lady and her friend on my way again. Perhaps, she could not find any other customer by that time. I had slowed my speed and walked slowly. There was a big fat tree, and they were behind the trunk. I walked slowly, and I could notice her notice. She was looking at me with a flirtiest smile, as if she will kill me that day. Since she was there, and the big fat tree was there with two or three ‘Thele Wale’, I geared up my speed. Again, I could hear the voice... “A Mister” and that had gone little thicker with time and then the there were double voice... I was frightened. Very soon, the pitch of the voice became louder. My wrist was caught by someone. I looked back...

Me: what is your problem? Kyun mera haath pakda... (Why did you catch/hold my hand?)
Lady: Baabu, koi nahi hai... chal 300 rupay mein ghar ko chal te hain... (Dear, no one is here, let’s go for 300 bucks)
Me: Paagal ho gayi hai kya? (Have you gone mad?)
Lady: Dekho, mujhe gussa mat dilaao. Bhaao kiya, ab nahi aa raha hai... dekhti hun kaise jaata hai tu? (Look, don’t make me angry. You have bargained, and now escaping... let me see how can you go)
Me: Aap ko kya chahiye? Mera mood nahi hai... (What do you want, I am not in mood.)
Lady: Chal na main mood bana dungi... (Let’s go, I will make your mood.)
Me: Dekhiye, mujhe dar lagta hai... mujhe please maaf kijiye... (See, I am afraid. Please, forgive me)
Lady: Peheli baar hai? (Is it your first time?)
Me: nahi... magar aap se dar lagta hai. (No, but I am scared of you.)
Lady: Darne ki baat nahi hai, yeh toh mazza hai dost, tumhe mazza aayega. (Don’t worry, This is fun and you will enjoy for sure.)
Me: Mujhe mazza maarna nahi hai... (I don’t like to enjoy)
Lady: ADIS se darte ho? Daro nahi, hum puri safe ke saath karenge. ( Are you scared for ADIS? No worries, we will do it in safe.)
Me: Hello, mujhe chhodo... (Hello, leave me.)
Lady: kayeko bhaao khata hai, dekh aaj business nahi hai. Khali baitha hun... chal tere liye free mein ho aate hain. (Why are you so rude! See, there is no business today, don’t pay me, let’s have fun)
Me: Main kya lagaa aapko, kya main koi despo hun? Yaa koi stud? Mujhe nahi karna hai jaao. (What do you think of me? Am I desperate? Or am I a stud? I don’t want, go... in rude and shouted)

Then, I ran to an auto rickshaw driver and asked his help. She was following me by that time. The rickshaw man shouted at her and asked me to sit inside. I sat inside with no other option and he left the place with me. That lady was scolding at me and the autowala. But, any how I managed to escape. He dropped me at my hotel, and I thanked him and called my friend for my update. He came to hotel with a little late. I explained him about the situation and we both started laughing... 

You tell me, how am I look like? Am I looking like a gentle man or something anti social person? That was really a question towards my attitude and aptitude. Friends, those who are aware of me please give me some comments on my character, I am confused... Was she right, what she meant to or am I simply a fool and innocent?