Part time Joker

Why do I joke at the drop of a hat? Do I really? Some people call me chatterbox... Some haven't seen me talking at all..

Being a full time joker to yourself and a part-time joker to the rest of the world... A good career option!

The Cycle Stand

 

 

My bus was delayed by four hours. It was the biggest bus depot in the state. I sat on one of the benches with my knapsack. Watching people.

 

The sky was cloudy-blue, and you could easily lose your thoughts in the hustle that pervaded the bus depot. Buses going to many different cities, luggage being loaded and unloaded, people sitting in groups immersed in watching the wall-hung TVs where an exciting India – Pakistan match was coming live – men, women, kids, college girls and guys, food stalls, and one stray dog.

 

There was a huge roar as one of the promising batsmen got out and walked back to the pavilion.

 

The boy looked quite hungry but was really amazed at the crowd peering at the replay of someone throwing something at someone else and everybody shouting. He must be 15. His walk and his style of observing people hinted me that he is clinically, a mentally challenged person. He posted himself a few feet away and continued looking at the screens like others. His hands moved in the style the bowler’s bowled and he clapped on seeing he can almost do it well. But he couldn’t find people shouting any more for some more time. 

 

Two buses for Chennai, one air-conditioned, and the other a normal one, left.

 

He moved closer to the group. Standing on his toes, he tried looking over the shoulder of the spectators. I guess he lost his balance and leaned on one of the fellows.

 

A sudden turn. The fellow caught this guy and started shouting “Pick-pocket! Catch him!!”

 

No one noticed Sachin getting out as the crowd pounced upon this fellow. He screamed, and I realized that he was unable to speak. He uttered some incoherent shouts. I got up to help him out but he darted of away from the crowd.

 

A group of college guys took the opportunity of showing off some movie skills to the female crowd and darted behind him.

 

He ran towards the bicycle parking. And was walled there. The guys shouted abuses as they punched him. One of the cycles fell and a row of bicycles fell on to one side.

 

I contacted the constable on duty and he ran with his huge belly towards the crowd. One whistle from the police and all the heroes retreated back to realize that Sachin was no more on the pitch.

 

I stood in front of the sobbing boy. I tried to hold him but he did not let me do so. His eyes were filled with fear.

 

I stood a little distance away and asked the constable about the boy. I was told that he was homeless because he was mad. I doubt whether it couldn’t be the other way round.

 

A couple of minutes later I turned around to see the boy patiently picking up the bicycles and rearranging them in a neat queue.

 

Reality leaves a lot to imagination.

63 Seconds

 

I usually stay in the second row at any traffic signal. Never thought why, but I guess it gives me a better view of people waiting before the zebra lines, people scurrying off on it, the policeman viewing the traffic in his own way, and the other vehicles moving on the green signal for them. There are different kinds of traffic signals in India. Some of them are manned, some of them unmanned. Some with timers counting down. Others without them. But these places are an amazing center of activity for people selling trifle items such as sunglasses, window shades, ear buds, hankies and so on. You can find a number of beggars as well, in addition to people who clean your vehicle windows or the front glass, without invitation, and then start asking for change money. There is a recent Bollywood movie named Traffic Signal, which showcases the lives of many of these people, some of whom earn huge sums of money from begging.

 

It read 63 seconds when I stopped my bike at the traffic signal. Count-down on. There was an old Maruti 800 in front of me. I found her trying to sell ear buds to the passenger inside. She must be twelve odd years. And she pleaded that she needs some money. The window shades were rolled down and someone in dark glasses smiled at her. She got a KitKat bar. The girl shrieked with joy on getting the chocolate. It is rare for her to get one. And waving her hand high in the air, she called someone else, I presume, her younger sister.

 

These people are not professional beggars. Elderly touts force them, many time their own parents, to beg. You’ll often find a lady with a sleeping infant in her arms, trying to show that she desperately needs money to feed her child. In many cases, these infants are drugged to sleep through the chaos of the traffic signal and are available for ‘rent’ for something like Rupees Fifty a shift. A shift typically is about six hours for them. If you observe, the kid never grows in age, even after you come to the same signal after a year or more.

 

The girls jumped around with joy but the elder one made it clear that she is not going to share her KitKat with anyone. The younger, may be around five years of age, looked with imploring eyes. She walked towards the Maruti, hesitatingly. She didn’t have any ear-buds with her. She didn’t want to beg, it seemed. After a few wavering steps, she thought she can do without a chocolate bar and may be her chance would be some other time. The footsteps turned back. I heard a loud shout immediately, admonishing her for not doing her job of begging. I turned around. A shabbily dressed lady with an infant in her arms. She asked her to go and ask for her chocolate. The child followed her orders and walked like a cute robot. The window shade rolled down again and the person behind the dark glasses had no more chocolates to give her.

 

A stream of tears instantly rolled from her eyes but she kept quiet. A sudden jolt and she crossed the road among the stationary vehicles.

 

The timer counted zero, signal became orange, and then green. The traffic moved on.

why judge..

if you judge someone, you cannot love him/her... love has to inspite of rather than ever because of...

 

Ghungroo ki tarah

Just heard this song after a long time today in the bus... I haven't seen the movie but I liked the music.. The Lyrics may or may not really reflect things in life.. but have a lot of truth in it... :-)

Ghungroo ki tarah
Bajta hi raha hoon mein
Ghungroo ki tarah
Bajta hi raha hoon mein
Kabhi iis pagh me
Kabhi oos pagh me
Bandhta hi raha hoon mein
Ghungroo ki tarah
Bajta hi raha hoon mein

Kabhi toot gaya
Kabhi toda gaya
Sau baar mujhe
Phir joda gaya
Kabhi toot gaya
Kabhi toda gaya
Sau baar mujhe
Phir joda gaya
Yuhi loot loot ke aur meet meet ke
Banta hi raha hoon mein
Ghungroo ki tarah
Bajta hi raha hoon mein

Mein karta raha
Auron ki kahi
Meri baat mere
Mann hi me rahi
Mein karta raha
Auron ki kahi
Meri baat mere
Mann hi me rahi
Kabhi mandir me
Kabhi mehfil me
Sajta hi raha hoon mein
Ghungroo ki tarah
Bajta hi raha hoon mein

Apnon me rahe
Ya gairon me
Ghungroo ki jagah
To hai pairon me
Apnon me rahe
Ya gairon me
Ghungroo ki jagah
To hai pairon me
Phir kaisa gila
Jag se jo mila
Sahta hi raha hoon mein
Ghungroo ki tarah
Bajta hi raha hoon mein
Ghungroo ki tarah
Bajta hi raha hoon mein
Bajta hi raha hoon mein

Oriya Food

Please keep your speakers OFF in case you are visiting this site from office.

 

http://neivedyam.blogspot.com/2007/08/oriya-thali.html

Work...

It is an important day to get a holiday now-a-days. [:)] And sometimes, I got to do some office work at home as well! Don't plan to do this beyond bachelorhood. He he!

Just so..

 

Just found these while browsing...

 

Ship is always safe at shore, but it is not built for it.

 

Falling down is not defeat, real defeat is when you are refusing to get up.

 

When you are successful your well-wishers know who you are, but when you are unsuccessful you know who your well-wishers are.

Allah Ke Bande

Allah Ke Bande - Waise Bhi Hota Hai ..

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: Tuta tuta ek parinda aise tuta ke phir judna paaya
: Luta luta kisne usko aise luta ke phir udna paaya
: Girta hua woh aasma se aake gira zaameen par
: Khwabon mein phir bhi baadli thae woh kehta raha magar
: Ke allah ke bandhe hasde, allah ke bandhe
: allah ke bandhe hasde jo bhi ho kal phir aayega
: Allah ke bandhe hasde, allah ke bandhe
: allah ke bandhe hasde jo bhi ho kal phir aayega....................
:
: kho ke aapne par hi to usne tha udna sikhaaaa
: kho ke aapne par hi to ooooooooooooooooooooooo
: kho ke aapne par hi to usne tha udna sikhaaaa
: Gum ko aapne saath mein lele dard bhi tere kaam aayegaa,
: Allah ke bandhe hasde Allah ke bandhe,
: Allah ke bandhe hasde jo bhi ho kal phir aayega....

:
: tukde tukde ho gaya tha har sapna jab woh tutaaa
: bikhre tukdon ke mein allah ki marzi ka manjar paayega.......
: allah ke bandhe hasde jo bhi ho kal phir aayega
: Allah ke bandhe hasde, allah ke bandhe
: allah ke bandhe hasde jo bhi ho kal phir aayega....................
:
: Tuta tuta ...

master?

who is a master... people call me a reiki master.. it suddenly struck me today morning that i take it a little less seriously - my responsibility of being a master! but should i be too conscious that i am a master? :) dunno... but it gives you more quality in your work when you are a bit more consciuos that you are a master...

Jiva Nilayam...

Just after the marathalli bridge, before kundanhalli gate, there is a place called jiva nilayam (i forgot whether it is jiva or jivan or something..)..

it is a place for terminally ill patients..

i went in today at about 0715.... was not permitted inside without prior appointment but in the garden, i talked to some very old persons.. a couple was sitting.. both in their 80s.. smiling.. they were the only two who came out for morning walk.. both dressed in white..

i didnt ask them what they were suffering from .. just talked some silly things.. they asked me which college i am studying.. and asked me to study well..

the lady seemed to be stronger than the man but still both were weak..

came away after giving the lady and the man two warm a slow hugs.. didnt know what else to do..

bas, just like that..