When I am stuck in the traffic,with the freaky hot sun burning the noon up,the unbearably hot winds just make it impossible to breathe. I curse the heat like everyone else. I reach my room. Still hot. The bed is hot, the table is hot, my clothes in the cupboard are hot...oh my God!!!! what the hell is this. I lie on my hot bed looking up. The lizard on the wall is also wriggling around. Maybe it's cursing the heat to. I presume.
But then suddenly I recall the skinny infant that was just lying out on the pavement under a rickety umbrella that's almost torn up. I could count almost all his ribs and see him shudder in the heat. Her mother is a labourer. She is laying the bricks out on the pavement with a shovel on her hand. She is burnt black in the pitiless sun. How are they managing out there,the infant specially? Am I not far better off than them?
My complaining mind suddenly calms down and I find my room extremely comfortable. The bed, the mattress,the clothes, everything seems to have cooled down. I lie on the bed with utmost comfort under the fan and fall asleep. And I forget the frail infant and her mother.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Delhi Days
The Country's capital. It really stands upto its name. "Dil waalon ki dilli",they say. You have to have the 'heart' to survive here amidst the overflowing outcry of abuses and ruffianly attitude of the commoners. You either become one of them or you get alienated. So you become one of them finally. You speak a sentence of five words where three of them would be 'Gaalis' or abuses. Following are a few excerpts from 'cool' delhi life,
A young man climbs up the bus with his younger brother of about 10 years.
An acquaintance," Kahan jaa rahe ho yaar Chotu ko leke?"
Young man," Arey yaar, is behenchod ka school admission karana hai."
A mother with her son of about 8 years walks down the pavement along Connaught Place. A man accidentally bumps into them. He utters a few words of apology and leaves.
Mother to her son," Behenchod bol, behenchod bol usko."
Wow, Moms and bros are imparting excellent values to the kids. Survival of the fittest?
A young man climbs up the bus with his younger brother of about 10 years.
An acquaintance," Kahan jaa rahe ho yaar Chotu ko leke?"
Young man," Arey yaar, is behenchod ka school admission karana hai."
A mother with her son of about 8 years walks down the pavement along Connaught Place. A man accidentally bumps into them. He utters a few words of apology and leaves.
Mother to her son," Behenchod bol, behenchod bol usko."
Wow, Moms and bros are imparting excellent values to the kids. Survival of the fittest?
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