The clouds up in the sky appeared like a fleet of ships sailing through the sky blue sea. Rishab sat gazing at them seated on the roof top of the fifteen floored 'Star Towers' sipping on his small cup of tea which had almost gone cold. This had become a routine from the past two weeks.
"Once I am back in London I should ask Robert to fix an appointment with the Managing Director of the 'London Shipping Company'. In another three years time I shall either buy a ship or get one built and go on a cruise." As he mulled on these thoughts, they were interrupted by a familiar voice which was calling out, "Rishab, Rishab, Rishab" from behind. As Rishab turned back he saw Sikander his colleague pantingly come up the stair case. He sensed annoyance in his voice as he roared in his colloquial language, Hindi, "What are you doing here? You can't expect us to do all the work and then you get payed for it. You better come and lend us a hand. What do you take yourself to be, a prince for you are royally seated here?"
Irritated by his words, Rishab replied haughtily, "But I am done with my shift. I'll be leaving in a few minutes time."
"Hello! It looks like you have every intention of getting sacked. I am sure you are aware of what the others think about you. If matters go to the Manager, you will no doubt have a time of your life," he said sarcastically and continued, "so you better get your big butt moving and come down to the party hall." saying this Sikander the Senior Room Boy of the hotel stormed away in a huff without waiting for Rishab who was now on his feet glaring at his coworker.
Rishab half intended to throw the half empty tea cup at Sikander for his audacity. But then held back his urge to do so and instead threw the remaining tea down from the roof top. If there was anybody walking below, he would have had a shower of tea from above.
High headed, a fuss pot, bossy and ungrateful were what Rishab's co-workers considered him to be. In two weeks time Rishab had had tiffs with the room boys and was on the verge of getting sacked. The reason for his retainment as a hotel room boy was the sob story that he had narrated. When he was first brought to the hotel by Sikander. The staff on looking at Rishab's personality mistook him for a guest from a foreign country.
"The poor man seems to have lost his memory. He doesn't want to stay in the Ahmadabad hospital as nobody came to claim him. He now wants to work, he says." Told the Senior Room Boy Sikander to the hotel manager one morning. He further said, "The hospital staff will intimate us in case anybody identifies him and comes forward to take him home. They have also reported to the Police." Sikander innocently assured his manager not realising that Rishab would turn out to be a pain one day.
When the manager spoke to Rishab, he learnt that an accident had left him in a state of coma for a couple of weeks and when he woke up one fine morning he realised he had lost his memory. A kind old couple had donated clothes to him, but now he wanted to earn a living. He had absolutely nothing with him, except for the few clothes. This tall tale had matched his condition quite well and had acquired the mercy of the staff members. That's how Rishab was hired as a room boy at the 5 star Arabian hotel 'Arabian Nights' which occupied the fourteenth and the fifteenth floor of the prestigious building 'Star Towers'.
Coming back to the present day, Rishab who was annoyed at Sikander's words went down to the Party hall which was being decorated artistically. He learnt that it was a millionaire's son's engagement and he quietly started arranging the chairs. There was the food section being readied, the dance floor looked quite inviting and the red carpet was laid for the celebrated celebrities and other invitees. This brought back the memories of the time when he was partying with his friends a few months ago at an exotic resort in London.
"Can anyone survive ten shots of Tequila at one go? I don't mind drinking tea of that amount", wondered aloud Vicky, Jolly's best friend who stood along with some of the other boys gaping at his pal gulp down each peg.
Our protagonist Rishab was known as Jolly to his friends in London. Jolly's birth name being 'Jagannath Joshi' was despised by him claiming it to be very orthodox and old fashioned for a person born and bred in England. He found the name Jolly comparatively cool and moreover it suited his personality. If you are wondering what happened to the carefree English Man Jolly to have adopted a new identity called Rishab, now living in the city of Ahmadabad, India, working as a room boy in a five star hotel, the story will shortly unfurl answers to the mystery. So as Jolly gulped down the last glass of Tequila, he whooped and shouted "I did it once again!" This was soon followed by a puff from a branded cigarette and he had returned to his love nest with three pretty birds. The birds had kept him busy till day break on his king sized bed after which all the four snoozed serenely.
Rishab heaved a sigh on remembering the good old days. By then the hotel party hall was already set elegantly and the guests had started pouring in. He scanned the room to see if there were any familiar faces among the guests, but sadly there were none. As he considered his day's work done at the hotel, he quietly and inconspicuously moved out of the hall.
In no time as Rishab moved out of the hall did he encounter the hotel manager Mr. Ali a middle aged man, short in stature, with a receding hairline, fair and with an extremely large pot belly which seemed to be almost touching the ground.
"Rishab come here boy we need to go down to the store room to check on the goods." commanded Mr. Ali as he was frantically heading towards the store room.
Rishab rolled his eyes and suppressing his anger and started, "But Sir, I should have been there at the apartment by now. I don't want to lose my job at the apartment."
"Come on, stop worrying if the association President expects an explanation I am willing to give it. It won't take long. Lets hurry!" He further said with a mischievous smile on his face and with a wink, "Hey I will treat you with an exquisite dinner, and alcohol along with it."
It was a tempting offer for Rishab as he had not had a sip of alcohol ever since he relocated to India.
Rishab with a sigh thought, "The Manager knows his employees quite well. Smart man! I wonder what's waiting for me at the apartment!"
Fortunately the work at the store room didn't take long. As promised he was treated with a hearty meal and the drinks. Rishab cursed his fate as he had to settle for a cup of cheap drink which he didn't bother to empty.
"Is this the time to come for work?" bellowed with anger Mrs. Sadhvi the Flat Owners Association President as soon as she saw Rishab enter the apartment premises. Rishab was two hours late for work.
He rolled his eyes and grunted, "There was extra work at the hotel Madam, I was forced to stay back."
"In that case why don't you take up a full time job at the hotel and stay there all the time. Do you realise how much inconvenience it has caused due to your late arrival? This is the second time you are doing so in less than a week's time. If you are finding the work difficult you can gladly leave. We shall hire someone more reliable," she literally shouted the words and stormed away in a huff not waiting for Rishab's response.
Rishab was not used to such treatment. He had every intention of punching the lady in her face.
Back in London he was treated like a Prince at home, devoid of all difficulties and in his office, he was the King. Employees took orders from him. He had his own ways of dealing with people who crossed him and never would you see him raise his voice in anger; but that didn't make him peaceful even though he appeared so. But now at the apartment, he felt that things were going beyond the limits and that he would experience a burn out any moment. He wanted to scream and shout and break down things to release his mounting anger and frustration.
"Curse you Vicky!" muttered Rishab and started his work with his night duty at the twelve storied apartment.
"Why would I curse Vicky? I brought this on to myself. Now I need to pay a huge price to achive my goal, no matter what." mulling on these thoughts Rishab closed his eyes drifting into a slumber after the day's labor.
Six weeks ago Jolly was enjoying some quiet time all by himself at the beautiful city of Edinburgh the capital city of Scotland. As an Investment Banker he was extremely busy with the upheavals in the Investment Sector in his home town London. The CART Financial Company that was owned by him and was partnered by his best friend Vicky Goodwill had definitely earned a multi million dollar profit. Their hard work and smart skills had fetched it all for them. After the massive gain in their venture, both Vicky and Jolly had decided to go on a short sabbatical by taking turns. Vicky had returned to work after his and now it was Jolly's turn. In a matter of three days, soon into his sabbatical Jolly felt like a bird out of its cage and had taken the pleasure to visit the Edinburgh Castle; the Camera Obscura and World of Illusions; Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art; and had a good time at the Scottish Story Telling Centre. The three days had already rejuvenated him and had fed him with vigor. So much so, he had nearly forgotten about his home town London. But sadly London had not forgotten him. A call from Vicky brought back the lost memories of CART Financial Company. He cringed as he received the call.
"Mate, having fun?" came the excited voice of Vicky from the phone.
"This place is brilliant!" replied Jolly happily.
"I have some good news for you."
"What's that?"
"Here is something exciting which might bring more credit to our company."
"As in?"
"Yesterday Miller had stopped by the office. Remember the guy from the 'Antiques World'?"
"Hmmm..., Yes I do."
"He was all excited about the discovery of a 'Treasure Trove' by one Mr. Samuel Lockhorn. He let me know that the Trove is supposedly massive and that there are people who have lined up to pay a price for the same. It definitely would cost a bomb and hence the super rich are after it. But not all know of it's existence as the news of the Treasure has been a word of mouth. Moreover right now the Trove is in the cellars of the Edinburgh Museum. There is top grade security being provided for it. So what do you say? Fancy having a look at it?"
Jolly listened to his pal intently and was skeptical about the whole affair.
"Miller told this to you is it? How reliable is he? It all sounds very interesting. But don't you think it's nothing more than Chinese whispers."
"Nooooo Mate, I knew you wouldn't believe it, nor did I when Miller let me know. I called the museum to conform the news and it appears to be true. I believe we need to hurry before it's gone. I think we should go there tomorrow itself first thing in the morning. I'll see you soon then. Bye!"
Even before Jolly could respond the line was disconnected. He wondered how much more richer he would get tomorrow. But it was Vicky who was excited about the Treasure and he would be soon joining him. Mulling over these thoughts Jolly started another interesting day.
It had been quite some time that both friends had had a time out together. Vicky being a family person would either spend his free hours with his wife and kids or would be serving at the Church. Jolly was glad that he would spend some time with his best pal and the only family he had. Jolly's parents Mr. and Mrs. Joshi lost their lives as their ship capsized in the waters of the English Channel one fateful night while they were returning to England from a business trip three years ago. Jolly's father Mr. Praful Joshi a self made man was very disciplined and stern. He was the only person who would make it a point to address his son by his birth name, 'Jagannath'. Even though Jolly despised his birth name he had no other go but to yield to his father's ways. The CART Financial Company which Mr. Praful Joshi owned, after his demise was passed on to his sole hire Jagannath Joshi aka Jolly. Jolly was intelligent, smart, ambitious, hard working, but a pampered child who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and was devoid of all difficulties of life. At the most he would have had a tiff with his play mates over a toy as a toddler and when he grew up into a young man he would at the most fight with the boys over a lass. He was a well fed person who would visit the gym only to fetch a date for the evening. When it came to running the company, no doubt he honed his father's skills. So a huge profit was what he was sure to earn every year. A year and a half ago he roped in his best friend Vicky Goodwill aware of his attributes in the financial sector, as the partner and the CEO of his company. As they were friends ever since they were kids, Jolly trusted Vicky completely. At the same time Vicky who was smart, intelligent and tactful was instilled with good virtues and had no trouble in living up to his friend's expectations easily. But Vicky was concerned about Jolly as he had indulged into excessive drinking, smoking and would be often seen at his love nest with the birds ever since his parents demise. Jolly's parents sudden death had shocked the young man who was then in his late 20's. It was obvious that the passing off of his parents had created a vacuum in his life. In spite of him being born in an affluent family he had severe problems in coping with his loss. He was no Prince Siddhartha turned Bhagwan Gautam Buddha to have gone in search of answers to the pleasures and pains of life, but for Jolly being what he was had succumbed to other corrosive means that were gradually ruining his professional and personal life. Vicky's love and attention for his friend had considerably brought down the intake of toxins and the hovering of the birds around his pal. "No birds; probably a tad bit of booze," was what Jolly had assured Vicky while leaving to Scotland. When Vicky met Jolly at the hotel in Edinburgh, Vicky was very impressed that the rehabilitated young man had stuck to his words and looked rejuvenated.
So in the morning after a refreshing breakfast, the two friends started off to the Edinburgh Museum. As their appointment with the archaeologist was in the afternoon they spent a considerable amount of time observing and learning at the museum. They enjoyed a hearty meal at a restaurant near by. While Jolly paid the bill, Vicky received a call from Mr. Lockhorn's secretary as a conformation and reminder of the appointment in the afternoon at 2 o'clock. Both the friends sprinted towards the museum and as soon as they got through the security check, they were escorted by two security personals to the rear end of the building. They were led into a lounge. The lounge looked exquisite with old English furniture placed on an Arabic Carpet; velvet curtains at the large windows; framed paintings on the walls and monthly travel magazines on the teapoy. While the Londoners waited for Mr. Lockhorn's arrival the security personals stood guard at the door.
"I didn't know such a room existed in the museum," told Jolly in hush tones to Vicky who was looking at the room in wonderment.
They soon saw a well dressed dark man enter the room. He seemed to be of an African origin; probably was in his late 40's; athletic built; tall; and wore a bright smile on his face. He was accompanied by his assistant a white man, perhaps who was in his late 30's; lean and tall; dressed casually and carried a folder with him.
"Good afternoon gentlemen!" greeted Mr. Lockhorn shaking hands with the men waiting. The same gesture was followed by his assistant. As the four of them sat down, the Investment Bankers learnt that the assistant was Mr. Ivan Smith a budding archaeologist. The Londoners were informed that the Treasure Trove was found two years ago while excavating the ruins that were found in the North of the Culzean Castle. The Trove was of the 18th century. They did not have the slightest knowledge of the Treasure that was buried 10 feet below the ground till the metal detector detected it. Excavation was still in progress in the archaeological horizon. It was conformed that the Trove belonged to the castle, but as there were no heirs of the monarch the Trove will be in the safe keeping at the Edinburgh Museum. The value of the Treasure was Priceless. In spite of the fact that a lot of people had come forward to buy the Trove for a hefty amount, it was decided not to give it away so easily. In fact it was Mr. Lockhorn's idea of the Trove being earned by the one who wants to own it. One of the conditions was also that the owner of the trove will not be liable to take it away and it would be kept in the museum. A fee would be paid to the museum by the owner for its safe keeping and maintenance. Ultimately the possessor of the Treasure Trove would have the pride of owning it till the last day of his life.
No money would amount to the kind of payment that Mr. Lockhorn had expected from the one who wanted to own the Trove. He had smartly planned the price of the Treasure in terms of completing a Quest successfully. A Quest not unlike the others which could be completed in a few hours or days. But a Quest that would keep the quester away from his family, profession and friends; one that would deprive him of his luxurious life; where he would be living in a different country, communicating in a different language, acquire a different profession, live with different people, consume the regional food, and along with some more conditions, finally don a new identity.
Jolly wondered if the Treasure Trove was worth the trouble. A kind request put forth by the friends to have a look at the Trove took them to the underground cellars of the museum that were decked with security in terms of men and machine. They had to pass through several metal doors and security checks, and finally they stood in front of the glittering 'Treasure Trove'. The Treasure Chest was made out of wood. It was two feet in length and a foot in breadth. The edges and hinges of the chest were covered with gold. As the security guards stood outside the room, the Londoners and the archaeologists were the only ones viewing the chest behind closed doors. Jolly and Vicky were astonished to see the thick gold coins which were 1000 in number, crystals of diamonds, rubies of varied colours and, bronze and silver crockery of the 18th century. Jolly in perticular was spell bound on seeing this. He owned the best of the cars; lived in a palacious mansion; was a multi millionaire; he owned the best of practically everything in life and now he wanted to own the Treasure Trove and swell with pride like a king.
"No touching Sir, not until you own it," cautioned Mr. Smith as Jolly had extended a hand to feel the Treasure Chest. As he withdrew his hand, with his eyes fixed on the Prized Treasure, he affirmed, "the Treasure is mine!", on looking at Mr. Lockhorn he proclaimed, "I am ready for the Quest!"
"Are you serious? That's rubbish! You are joking, aren't you?" words tumbled out of Vicky's mouth with a sense of astonishment and confusion.
"I am sure of myself. Look at that beauty. I would consider myself lucky to own something as gorgeous as her in this life time!" said Jolly with his eyes still on the Treasure.
"But what about your passion, the CART Financial Company? I am sure you will not let go of her. She needs your attention to grow." retaliated Vicky.
After giving a moments thought Jolly said, "I have complete faith in you. You handle her in my absence. Moreover Robert my secretary will help you in which ever way possible. You know he is dedicated to his work."
Vicky staggered in his place in surprise gaping at his friend at what he had said.
The two archaeologists listened to the friends in amazement.
Addressing Mr. Lockhorn Jolly further said, "can we please discuss the terms and conditions, and rules of the expedition?"
"Mr. Jolly don't you think you should take a day's time before you take a decision?" asked the ace Archaeologist with concern. "Because the expedition will involve a lot of planning and expenditure from your end as well as ours," he further cautioned.
To this Jolly immediately says, "As I have made up my mind, I don't think I will change my decision."
"Okay, if you say so. Let us go into my office and discuss regarding your feat."
As the four of them proceeded towards Mr. Lockhorn's office, Vicky kept fretting about Jolly's decision all the way.
Our Ace Archaeologist gave Jolly a detailed view on how the Quest would be carried out, the different levels in it; the help that he would get in times of danger and how the Archaeologist's team would assess if he has completed each level. He also let him know that there have been men and women who courageously embarked on the journey but returned as they found the tasks impossible to complete. One of them tried to cheat and was withdrawn from the Quest. Jolly would be the 5th quester. In case of withdrawal at any point from the Quest would be as easy as speaking the magic words, 'Treasure Trove' into his special wrist watch that he will be presented while leaving for the Quest. This would attract help and bring him back to the cosy comforts of his home. No adventurer has been able to even touch the Treasure so far. By letting Jolly know all this and much more, Mr. Lockhorn showed him the legal documents related to the Trove and those that he will have to sign as a legal formality once he is ready to take off.
"Mr. Jolly we need to talk with our associates regarding your quest. Mean while I would want you to think about your decision and if you are sure of travelling you might have to wind up things at your work place. Keep your loved ones informed of your absence. Mr. Smith will let you know of your departure in two days time."
The two Londoners conveyed their gratitude to the archaeologists, moved out of the building and walked beneath the star lit sky of Edinburgh, one all excited about the journey and the other crestfallen.
At the hotel room Vicky cursed himself aloud for encouraging his best friend to have a look at the Treasure. No one had the slightest idea of the price one had to pay for the Treasure till they met the Archaeologists. Least did Vicky expect his best friend to jump into taking a decision to go on a Quest at the spur of the moment. All his efforts in convincing Jolly to withdraw from proceeding with the new venture went in vain. They soon reached London with Jolly all excited and Vicky worried for his friend. Vicky's wife Emma tried to dissuade Jolly, but sadly it brought no desired results. On the contrary she heard Jolly telling her with a sweet smile which could put anyone's heart at ease, "my dear Sis, I'll be fine; you don't have to worry! Take care of your lovely family."
Jolly had smartly handed over his responsibilities to Vicky and had nominated him to take all important decisions at the company in his absence. All these changes and extra responsibilities made Vicky nervous. But he obliged and more over for the courageous and responsible person that he was he took it up as a challenge. He was also sure he didn't have to back on Robert for everything.
Jolly received a phone call from Mr. Smith to conform on his decision to go on the Quest.
"Yes I will!" came the affirmative reply from Jolly.
"So if that is the case Sir, you will be starting your expedition from India from two weeks from today."
Mr. Smith further reveled the procedure of transferring the money to the Museum account on the day of his arrival at Edinburgh as they will be bearing his travel and miscellaneous expenses. Finally he let know of how light his travel luggage had to be. With this Mr. Smith wished Jolly good luck and ended the call. The thought of travelling to India brought back memories of his childhood days. Jolly had spent three summer holidays with his Paternal Grandparents at Delhi the capital city of India. He didn't remember much as he was a kid, expect for the love bestowed on him by the old couple, his travel around the city and a little boy whom he played with. He used to converse with them in the language Hindi and it was the same even with his parents. But now sadly his parents and grandparents weren't alive. In spite of the fact that he was alone, he was thrilled that he was to get familiarised with his roots once again.
Vicky accompanied Jolly to Edinburgh to wish him well and see his best pal off, with out a clue when he would see him again. There were five more hours for the flight's departure. The duo found themselves at Mr. Lockhorn's office. Jolly had carried a small bag that contained three pairs of clothes and toiletries as per the rules of the Quest. He was asked to hand over his wrist watch, cell phone, house keys and wallet to Vicky for safe keeping. A new identity is what he would hone and hence a new name. After giving much thought Jolly adopted his childhood Indian friend's name, 'RISHAB'. A new wrist watch was handed over to him, which looked like it was picked up from a street merchant. But Jolly knew the watch was special and would be the only life saver. After a final review of the terms and conditions, and rules of the mode of earning the 'Treasure Trove', Jolly signed the required papers and transferred the money into the Museum account. He was finally told that he would be accompanied to Delhi by one Mr. Shankar who was one of the co-coordinators of the Quest. With this, the two archaeologists, Vicky and Jolly headed towards the Edinburgh airport.
***CONTINUED IN 'THE QUEST - PART 2'***
"Once I am back in London I should ask Robert to fix an appointment with the Managing Director of the 'London Shipping Company'. In another three years time I shall either buy a ship or get one built and go on a cruise." As he mulled on these thoughts, they were interrupted by a familiar voice which was calling out, "Rishab, Rishab, Rishab" from behind. As Rishab turned back he saw Sikander his colleague pantingly come up the stair case. He sensed annoyance in his voice as he roared in his colloquial language, Hindi, "What are you doing here? You can't expect us to do all the work and then you get payed for it. You better come and lend us a hand. What do you take yourself to be, a prince for you are royally seated here?"
Irritated by his words, Rishab replied haughtily, "But I am done with my shift. I'll be leaving in a few minutes time."
"Hello! It looks like you have every intention of getting sacked. I am sure you are aware of what the others think about you. If matters go to the Manager, you will no doubt have a time of your life," he said sarcastically and continued, "so you better get your big butt moving and come down to the party hall." saying this Sikander the Senior Room Boy of the hotel stormed away in a huff without waiting for Rishab who was now on his feet glaring at his coworker.
Rishab half intended to throw the half empty tea cup at Sikander for his audacity. But then held back his urge to do so and instead threw the remaining tea down from the roof top. If there was anybody walking below, he would have had a shower of tea from above.
High headed, a fuss pot, bossy and ungrateful were what Rishab's co-workers considered him to be. In two weeks time Rishab had had tiffs with the room boys and was on the verge of getting sacked. The reason for his retainment as a hotel room boy was the sob story that he had narrated. When he was first brought to the hotel by Sikander. The staff on looking at Rishab's personality mistook him for a guest from a foreign country.
"The poor man seems to have lost his memory. He doesn't want to stay in the Ahmadabad hospital as nobody came to claim him. He now wants to work, he says." Told the Senior Room Boy Sikander to the hotel manager one morning. He further said, "The hospital staff will intimate us in case anybody identifies him and comes forward to take him home. They have also reported to the Police." Sikander innocently assured his manager not realising that Rishab would turn out to be a pain one day.
When the manager spoke to Rishab, he learnt that an accident had left him in a state of coma for a couple of weeks and when he woke up one fine morning he realised he had lost his memory. A kind old couple had donated clothes to him, but now he wanted to earn a living. He had absolutely nothing with him, except for the few clothes. This tall tale had matched his condition quite well and had acquired the mercy of the staff members. That's how Rishab was hired as a room boy at the 5 star Arabian hotel 'Arabian Nights' which occupied the fourteenth and the fifteenth floor of the prestigious building 'Star Towers'.
Coming back to the present day, Rishab who was annoyed at Sikander's words went down to the Party hall which was being decorated artistically. He learnt that it was a millionaire's son's engagement and he quietly started arranging the chairs. There was the food section being readied, the dance floor looked quite inviting and the red carpet was laid for the celebrated celebrities and other invitees. This brought back the memories of the time when he was partying with his friends a few months ago at an exotic resort in London.
"Can anyone survive ten shots of Tequila at one go? I don't mind drinking tea of that amount", wondered aloud Vicky, Jolly's best friend who stood along with some of the other boys gaping at his pal gulp down each peg.
Our protagonist Rishab was known as Jolly to his friends in London. Jolly's birth name being 'Jagannath Joshi' was despised by him claiming it to be very orthodox and old fashioned for a person born and bred in England. He found the name Jolly comparatively cool and moreover it suited his personality. If you are wondering what happened to the carefree English Man Jolly to have adopted a new identity called Rishab, now living in the city of Ahmadabad, India, working as a room boy in a five star hotel, the story will shortly unfurl answers to the mystery. So as Jolly gulped down the last glass of Tequila, he whooped and shouted "I did it once again!" This was soon followed by a puff from a branded cigarette and he had returned to his love nest with three pretty birds. The birds had kept him busy till day break on his king sized bed after which all the four snoozed serenely.
Rishab heaved a sigh on remembering the good old days. By then the hotel party hall was already set elegantly and the guests had started pouring in. He scanned the room to see if there were any familiar faces among the guests, but sadly there were none. As he considered his day's work done at the hotel, he quietly and inconspicuously moved out of the hall.
In no time as Rishab moved out of the hall did he encounter the hotel manager Mr. Ali a middle aged man, short in stature, with a receding hairline, fair and with an extremely large pot belly which seemed to be almost touching the ground.
"Rishab come here boy we need to go down to the store room to check on the goods." commanded Mr. Ali as he was frantically heading towards the store room.
Rishab rolled his eyes and suppressing his anger and started, "But Sir, I should have been there at the apartment by now. I don't want to lose my job at the apartment."
"Come on, stop worrying if the association President expects an explanation I am willing to give it. It won't take long. Lets hurry!" He further said with a mischievous smile on his face and with a wink, "Hey I will treat you with an exquisite dinner, and alcohol along with it."
It was a tempting offer for Rishab as he had not had a sip of alcohol ever since he relocated to India.
Rishab with a sigh thought, "The Manager knows his employees quite well. Smart man! I wonder what's waiting for me at the apartment!"
Fortunately the work at the store room didn't take long. As promised he was treated with a hearty meal and the drinks. Rishab cursed his fate as he had to settle for a cup of cheap drink which he didn't bother to empty.
"Is this the time to come for work?" bellowed with anger Mrs. Sadhvi the Flat Owners Association President as soon as she saw Rishab enter the apartment premises. Rishab was two hours late for work.
He rolled his eyes and grunted, "There was extra work at the hotel Madam, I was forced to stay back."
"In that case why don't you take up a full time job at the hotel and stay there all the time. Do you realise how much inconvenience it has caused due to your late arrival? This is the second time you are doing so in less than a week's time. If you are finding the work difficult you can gladly leave. We shall hire someone more reliable," she literally shouted the words and stormed away in a huff not waiting for Rishab's response.
Rishab was not used to such treatment. He had every intention of punching the lady in her face.
Back in London he was treated like a Prince at home, devoid of all difficulties and in his office, he was the King. Employees took orders from him. He had his own ways of dealing with people who crossed him and never would you see him raise his voice in anger; but that didn't make him peaceful even though he appeared so. But now at the apartment, he felt that things were going beyond the limits and that he would experience a burn out any moment. He wanted to scream and shout and break down things to release his mounting anger and frustration.
"Curse you Vicky!" muttered Rishab and started his work with his night duty at the twelve storied apartment.
"Why would I curse Vicky? I brought this on to myself. Now I need to pay a huge price to achive my goal, no matter what." mulling on these thoughts Rishab closed his eyes drifting into a slumber after the day's labor.
Six weeks ago Jolly was enjoying some quiet time all by himself at the beautiful city of Edinburgh the capital city of Scotland. As an Investment Banker he was extremely busy with the upheavals in the Investment Sector in his home town London. The CART Financial Company that was owned by him and was partnered by his best friend Vicky Goodwill had definitely earned a multi million dollar profit. Their hard work and smart skills had fetched it all for them. After the massive gain in their venture, both Vicky and Jolly had decided to go on a short sabbatical by taking turns. Vicky had returned to work after his and now it was Jolly's turn. In a matter of three days, soon into his sabbatical Jolly felt like a bird out of its cage and had taken the pleasure to visit the Edinburgh Castle; the Camera Obscura and World of Illusions; Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art; and had a good time at the Scottish Story Telling Centre. The three days had already rejuvenated him and had fed him with vigor. So much so, he had nearly forgotten about his home town London. But sadly London had not forgotten him. A call from Vicky brought back the lost memories of CART Financial Company. He cringed as he received the call.
"Mate, having fun?" came the excited voice of Vicky from the phone.
"This place is brilliant!" replied Jolly happily.
"I have some good news for you."
"What's that?"
"Here is something exciting which might bring more credit to our company."
"As in?"
"Yesterday Miller had stopped by the office. Remember the guy from the 'Antiques World'?"
"Hmmm..., Yes I do."
"He was all excited about the discovery of a 'Treasure Trove' by one Mr. Samuel Lockhorn. He let me know that the Trove is supposedly massive and that there are people who have lined up to pay a price for the same. It definitely would cost a bomb and hence the super rich are after it. But not all know of it's existence as the news of the Treasure has been a word of mouth. Moreover right now the Trove is in the cellars of the Edinburgh Museum. There is top grade security being provided for it. So what do you say? Fancy having a look at it?"
Jolly listened to his pal intently and was skeptical about the whole affair.
"Miller told this to you is it? How reliable is he? It all sounds very interesting. But don't you think it's nothing more than Chinese whispers."
"Nooooo Mate, I knew you wouldn't believe it, nor did I when Miller let me know. I called the museum to conform the news and it appears to be true. I believe we need to hurry before it's gone. I think we should go there tomorrow itself first thing in the morning. I'll see you soon then. Bye!"
Even before Jolly could respond the line was disconnected. He wondered how much more richer he would get tomorrow. But it was Vicky who was excited about the Treasure and he would be soon joining him. Mulling over these thoughts Jolly started another interesting day.
It had been quite some time that both friends had had a time out together. Vicky being a family person would either spend his free hours with his wife and kids or would be serving at the Church. Jolly was glad that he would spend some time with his best pal and the only family he had. Jolly's parents Mr. and Mrs. Joshi lost their lives as their ship capsized in the waters of the English Channel one fateful night while they were returning to England from a business trip three years ago. Jolly's father Mr. Praful Joshi a self made man was very disciplined and stern. He was the only person who would make it a point to address his son by his birth name, 'Jagannath'. Even though Jolly despised his birth name he had no other go but to yield to his father's ways. The CART Financial Company which Mr. Praful Joshi owned, after his demise was passed on to his sole hire Jagannath Joshi aka Jolly. Jolly was intelligent, smart, ambitious, hard working, but a pampered child who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and was devoid of all difficulties of life. At the most he would have had a tiff with his play mates over a toy as a toddler and when he grew up into a young man he would at the most fight with the boys over a lass. He was a well fed person who would visit the gym only to fetch a date for the evening. When it came to running the company, no doubt he honed his father's skills. So a huge profit was what he was sure to earn every year. A year and a half ago he roped in his best friend Vicky Goodwill aware of his attributes in the financial sector, as the partner and the CEO of his company. As they were friends ever since they were kids, Jolly trusted Vicky completely. At the same time Vicky who was smart, intelligent and tactful was instilled with good virtues and had no trouble in living up to his friend's expectations easily. But Vicky was concerned about Jolly as he had indulged into excessive drinking, smoking and would be often seen at his love nest with the birds ever since his parents demise. Jolly's parents sudden death had shocked the young man who was then in his late 20's. It was obvious that the passing off of his parents had created a vacuum in his life. In spite of him being born in an affluent family he had severe problems in coping with his loss. He was no Prince Siddhartha turned Bhagwan Gautam Buddha to have gone in search of answers to the pleasures and pains of life, but for Jolly being what he was had succumbed to other corrosive means that were gradually ruining his professional and personal life. Vicky's love and attention for his friend had considerably brought down the intake of toxins and the hovering of the birds around his pal. "No birds; probably a tad bit of booze," was what Jolly had assured Vicky while leaving to Scotland. When Vicky met Jolly at the hotel in Edinburgh, Vicky was very impressed that the rehabilitated young man had stuck to his words and looked rejuvenated.
So in the morning after a refreshing breakfast, the two friends started off to the Edinburgh Museum. As their appointment with the archaeologist was in the afternoon they spent a considerable amount of time observing and learning at the museum. They enjoyed a hearty meal at a restaurant near by. While Jolly paid the bill, Vicky received a call from Mr. Lockhorn's secretary as a conformation and reminder of the appointment in the afternoon at 2 o'clock. Both the friends sprinted towards the museum and as soon as they got through the security check, they were escorted by two security personals to the rear end of the building. They were led into a lounge. The lounge looked exquisite with old English furniture placed on an Arabic Carpet; velvet curtains at the large windows; framed paintings on the walls and monthly travel magazines on the teapoy. While the Londoners waited for Mr. Lockhorn's arrival the security personals stood guard at the door.
"I didn't know such a room existed in the museum," told Jolly in hush tones to Vicky who was looking at the room in wonderment.
They soon saw a well dressed dark man enter the room. He seemed to be of an African origin; probably was in his late 40's; athletic built; tall; and wore a bright smile on his face. He was accompanied by his assistant a white man, perhaps who was in his late 30's; lean and tall; dressed casually and carried a folder with him.
"Good afternoon gentlemen!" greeted Mr. Lockhorn shaking hands with the men waiting. The same gesture was followed by his assistant. As the four of them sat down, the Investment Bankers learnt that the assistant was Mr. Ivan Smith a budding archaeologist. The Londoners were informed that the Treasure Trove was found two years ago while excavating the ruins that were found in the North of the Culzean Castle. The Trove was of the 18th century. They did not have the slightest knowledge of the Treasure that was buried 10 feet below the ground till the metal detector detected it. Excavation was still in progress in the archaeological horizon. It was conformed that the Trove belonged to the castle, but as there were no heirs of the monarch the Trove will be in the safe keeping at the Edinburgh Museum. The value of the Treasure was Priceless. In spite of the fact that a lot of people had come forward to buy the Trove for a hefty amount, it was decided not to give it away so easily. In fact it was Mr. Lockhorn's idea of the Trove being earned by the one who wants to own it. One of the conditions was also that the owner of the trove will not be liable to take it away and it would be kept in the museum. A fee would be paid to the museum by the owner for its safe keeping and maintenance. Ultimately the possessor of the Treasure Trove would have the pride of owning it till the last day of his life.
No money would amount to the kind of payment that Mr. Lockhorn had expected from the one who wanted to own the Trove. He had smartly planned the price of the Treasure in terms of completing a Quest successfully. A Quest not unlike the others which could be completed in a few hours or days. But a Quest that would keep the quester away from his family, profession and friends; one that would deprive him of his luxurious life; where he would be living in a different country, communicating in a different language, acquire a different profession, live with different people, consume the regional food, and along with some more conditions, finally don a new identity.
Jolly wondered if the Treasure Trove was worth the trouble. A kind request put forth by the friends to have a look at the Trove took them to the underground cellars of the museum that were decked with security in terms of men and machine. They had to pass through several metal doors and security checks, and finally they stood in front of the glittering 'Treasure Trove'. The Treasure Chest was made out of wood. It was two feet in length and a foot in breadth. The edges and hinges of the chest were covered with gold. As the security guards stood outside the room, the Londoners and the archaeologists were the only ones viewing the chest behind closed doors. Jolly and Vicky were astonished to see the thick gold coins which were 1000 in number, crystals of diamonds, rubies of varied colours and, bronze and silver crockery of the 18th century. Jolly in perticular was spell bound on seeing this. He owned the best of the cars; lived in a palacious mansion; was a multi millionaire; he owned the best of practically everything in life and now he wanted to own the Treasure Trove and swell with pride like a king.
"No touching Sir, not until you own it," cautioned Mr. Smith as Jolly had extended a hand to feel the Treasure Chest. As he withdrew his hand, with his eyes fixed on the Prized Treasure, he affirmed, "the Treasure is mine!", on looking at Mr. Lockhorn he proclaimed, "I am ready for the Quest!"
"Are you serious? That's rubbish! You are joking, aren't you?" words tumbled out of Vicky's mouth with a sense of astonishment and confusion.
"I am sure of myself. Look at that beauty. I would consider myself lucky to own something as gorgeous as her in this life time!" said Jolly with his eyes still on the Treasure.
"But what about your passion, the CART Financial Company? I am sure you will not let go of her. She needs your attention to grow." retaliated Vicky.
After giving a moments thought Jolly said, "I have complete faith in you. You handle her in my absence. Moreover Robert my secretary will help you in which ever way possible. You know he is dedicated to his work."
Vicky staggered in his place in surprise gaping at his friend at what he had said.
The two archaeologists listened to the friends in amazement.
Addressing Mr. Lockhorn Jolly further said, "can we please discuss the terms and conditions, and rules of the expedition?"
"Mr. Jolly don't you think you should take a day's time before you take a decision?" asked the ace Archaeologist with concern. "Because the expedition will involve a lot of planning and expenditure from your end as well as ours," he further cautioned.
To this Jolly immediately says, "As I have made up my mind, I don't think I will change my decision."
"Okay, if you say so. Let us go into my office and discuss regarding your feat."
As the four of them proceeded towards Mr. Lockhorn's office, Vicky kept fretting about Jolly's decision all the way.
Our Ace Archaeologist gave Jolly a detailed view on how the Quest would be carried out, the different levels in it; the help that he would get in times of danger and how the Archaeologist's team would assess if he has completed each level. He also let him know that there have been men and women who courageously embarked on the journey but returned as they found the tasks impossible to complete. One of them tried to cheat and was withdrawn from the Quest. Jolly would be the 5th quester. In case of withdrawal at any point from the Quest would be as easy as speaking the magic words, 'Treasure Trove' into his special wrist watch that he will be presented while leaving for the Quest. This would attract help and bring him back to the cosy comforts of his home. No adventurer has been able to even touch the Treasure so far. By letting Jolly know all this and much more, Mr. Lockhorn showed him the legal documents related to the Trove and those that he will have to sign as a legal formality once he is ready to take off.
"Mr. Jolly we need to talk with our associates regarding your quest. Mean while I would want you to think about your decision and if you are sure of travelling you might have to wind up things at your work place. Keep your loved ones informed of your absence. Mr. Smith will let you know of your departure in two days time."
The two Londoners conveyed their gratitude to the archaeologists, moved out of the building and walked beneath the star lit sky of Edinburgh, one all excited about the journey and the other crestfallen.
At the hotel room Vicky cursed himself aloud for encouraging his best friend to have a look at the Treasure. No one had the slightest idea of the price one had to pay for the Treasure till they met the Archaeologists. Least did Vicky expect his best friend to jump into taking a decision to go on a Quest at the spur of the moment. All his efforts in convincing Jolly to withdraw from proceeding with the new venture went in vain. They soon reached London with Jolly all excited and Vicky worried for his friend. Vicky's wife Emma tried to dissuade Jolly, but sadly it brought no desired results. On the contrary she heard Jolly telling her with a sweet smile which could put anyone's heart at ease, "my dear Sis, I'll be fine; you don't have to worry! Take care of your lovely family."
Jolly had smartly handed over his responsibilities to Vicky and had nominated him to take all important decisions at the company in his absence. All these changes and extra responsibilities made Vicky nervous. But he obliged and more over for the courageous and responsible person that he was he took it up as a challenge. He was also sure he didn't have to back on Robert for everything.
Jolly received a phone call from Mr. Smith to conform on his decision to go on the Quest.
"Yes I will!" came the affirmative reply from Jolly.
"So if that is the case Sir, you will be starting your expedition from India from two weeks from today."
Mr. Smith further reveled the procedure of transferring the money to the Museum account on the day of his arrival at Edinburgh as they will be bearing his travel and miscellaneous expenses. Finally he let know of how light his travel luggage had to be. With this Mr. Smith wished Jolly good luck and ended the call. The thought of travelling to India brought back memories of his childhood days. Jolly had spent three summer holidays with his Paternal Grandparents at Delhi the capital city of India. He didn't remember much as he was a kid, expect for the love bestowed on him by the old couple, his travel around the city and a little boy whom he played with. He used to converse with them in the language Hindi and it was the same even with his parents. But now sadly his parents and grandparents weren't alive. In spite of the fact that he was alone, he was thrilled that he was to get familiarised with his roots once again.
Vicky accompanied Jolly to Edinburgh to wish him well and see his best pal off, with out a clue when he would see him again. There were five more hours for the flight's departure. The duo found themselves at Mr. Lockhorn's office. Jolly had carried a small bag that contained three pairs of clothes and toiletries as per the rules of the Quest. He was asked to hand over his wrist watch, cell phone, house keys and wallet to Vicky for safe keeping. A new identity is what he would hone and hence a new name. After giving much thought Jolly adopted his childhood Indian friend's name, 'RISHAB'. A new wrist watch was handed over to him, which looked like it was picked up from a street merchant. But Jolly knew the watch was special and would be the only life saver. After a final review of the terms and conditions, and rules of the mode of earning the 'Treasure Trove', Jolly signed the required papers and transferred the money into the Museum account. He was finally told that he would be accompanied to Delhi by one Mr. Shankar who was one of the co-coordinators of the Quest. With this, the two archaeologists, Vicky and Jolly headed towards the Edinburgh airport.
***CONTINUED IN 'THE QUEST - PART 2'***
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