red light.. part 2

part 2..
.. after that no so sane discussion.. I was all in my thoughts.. driving for the heck of it.. to reach office…

I started thinking.. that was I disturbed because of the way of discussion or the substance of it???

And the answer was quite obvious… that I myself don’t know what I want to do.. Am I happy where I am??

That single moment spurred an array of questions in my already confused mind..

While as a kid.. I was very bright in studies.. n this was more due to the kind of supervision from family than my own work.. was made to learn every single word more from threat of some or the other reason.. I hated my mom then.. more of so because she never use to say anything to my younger sister and always forced me to study hard, harder and harder…

But what I wanted at that time was to play.. to fly like a kite in open wind.. but I was never allowed to .. my parents (read mom as Dad never had time from his own busy schedule..).. when all my classmates use to play during recess, I use to write my homework.. Because if my dress even had a single stain onto.. I will be forced to sit with books for one more hour for every stain… the only happiest person from all this was my maid.. who use to get all clean clothes to wash everyday from a kid..

At home.. I was again forced to study.. less due to the kind of homework… more because of my parents wanted me to join the me legacy of “Civil Services”.. n so they thought I don’t need to waste time in playing.. also I realized later that they were much afraid from me getting any injury.. courtesy some family astrologer who said that I will fall and die.. (I came to know this fact when I was 22.. and wanted to kick and show that guy that see.. I am still living physically.. )..

... to be continued

red light

In the world of fast paced life.. Jazzing traffic and honking cars... once can't ignore the red light.. the role they play in our life... not only by controlling traffic but also sometimes providing us a complete different view of life...

And it doesn't take a million to stuck or face one at Delhi.. we have ever grown no of lights everywhere..

And this happened with me last week.. while traveling to office from home after a perplexed week... and a complete "NOT SO ROCKING" weekend.. on Monday... and as always this light was not working.. and one only realize the value of a working light when it is actually not working..

So everyone in hurry to cross first.. made a so looking like a Akhada of vehicles.. however there was no clarity that who is trying to go where.

So I in my all sane mood changed the song to "Summer of 69" and then felt a bump on my glass of car..

There was a small palm of a kid.. which I later discovered is to trying to extract some money... Don;t know in what moment I asked her to come on side.. and pulled off my already stopped car. came out of it.. and asked her..

Me : What do u do
She : (with a complete - "what a idiotic question" look on her face") 2 rupee de do na.. bhook lagi hai... apko bhagwan khush karega..

Me : I will give you 5 rupees but you first tell me what do u want to do ("upgraded my question this time to sound better and knowledgable")
She : Pata nahi saab ("with a look on her face that what the hell you want, looks like this guy is completely broke")

and I tried some more times before she lost her temper and told me "saab time nahi waste karo, nahi dena hai to mat do, aage chalo"

I felt like killing myself for forcing me take such kind of insult, though I gave her money, which she took by not such a happy mood, seeming telling that I asked more than I paid for..

And I came back to my car which was there only just increased some more scratches by fellow bikers which shows their empathy towards my moving vehicle..

But.. was I the same who just came out of car to ask that girl without even thinking.. I don't even know why I did so.. but I did...

And that single moment started a fire to know something inside me.. (a follower of Buddha/swami etc in making.. beware guys out there....)

... to be continued