I have been living in bangalore for over a year now….the climate is great…..the food even though its expensive its pretty much ok….there are lots of places to hang out, although for the best part of the day I am an introvert I would still like to keep my options open….let me warn u, there are some very pertinent and perrinial problems like the Traffic, Auto drivers who want to be millionaires with their night time fares or the occassional eunuch you see on the road dressed for a marriage yet begging for money and demanding for it at the same time, I can still safely say that I love this place……
Now u guys …(the few whom I persuade to read the jibberish I come up with)..must be wondering what the title of this blog stands for…..
My office is near by Majestic Bus stand….i am sure all of you know were dat is….every day at about 9 in the morning I get down at platform 13 and walk on the fly over and drag myself through the plethora of people around me to get to the office….As u make your way out of the bus stand, you cant help but notice a whole motley of vendors on the pavement outside… I can literally make out their faces now…probably even draw a sketch or a caricature of them….and even if one of them goes missing one day I would notice it ….dats how inconspicuous and “perfect to my eye” they have become….Its like people have staked their claim on the pavement outside…there are a couple of guys who have set up their stalls selling mobile phone gizmos(never have I seen anyone buyin anything from them), then there is this guy selling mirrors and other bric and brak…there is a small “pandal” selling shoes of all brands..from bata to georgio armani….and then there are my favourite people the “poori walas”, never in my life have I seen people more aggressive and passionate about their work….The have their work divided amongst themselves…there are guys who spread out the dough, guys who put it on the pan, guys who serve it, guys who collect the money and guys who do the marketing bit and boy all of them do a good job…..Who says u need an MBA to be a manager..Arindam Choudary…better write a book on these folks next time….
After writing all of this I realise I have deviated from my topic….
So let me steer my self back on to my “blog Track”
Right beside the poori walas Empire….is a big wall…I don’t know wats on the other side…but it’s a big wall nonetheless ……
And you cant help but notice that some one has taken the effort to clean the pavement….how do u know dat, some of my passionate followers might ask…well I bet u can make out the marks left on the pavement after water has dried out..water which someone obviously used to clean the pavement….Einstien…..
And then you see the occassional Guy who is relieving himslef against the same wall….I don’t know about others but I seriously feel like kicking him where it hurts the most, for crying out loud …he has some audacity to do dat and spoil some ones early morning effort…whereas a 2 rupee coin would give him a toilet and some privacy, which he obviously is oblivious about.
Any ways……. I like to go to office with a clear mind and some how try to erase those thoughts from my mind….Most of the days I have an easy time at the office and at about 8 or nine in the evening I pack my bags and walk back with my friends to the bus stand….
And when I am about to reach the same wall….yeah you are correct …the very wall …against which a moron was proving his shamlessness and exercising his so called “Male earned rights”…..I cant help but notice dat there are almost ten or twenty times the number of morons …..and that some one has cleaned the pavement again..and tis time u can actually see the water…it hasn’t dried off!!!!!
And right about the time when you start appreciating the cleaners persistance and loyalty towards his work…you feel ashamed of the fact dat you are a “Man”…..What you think is water is something else…..and I bet you know where I am coming from…or to be more precise where the water is coming from…The marks that you see every morning are not the marks left behind when water evaporated they are somehting else…..And there is so much of it dat I actually feel the poori walas gang would have a boat hidden somewhere near by for the imminent flood …….
I lose my sense of respect for the Poori walas..coz they sell food around such filth….i feel sorry for vendors who despite the odour sit and sell their cheap merchandise….i feel sorry for me and my friends for having walked through all of that not knowing wat it was…..But most of all I feel sorry for those elegant Artists who have their work displayed free of cost on the wall and on the pavement….
Its high time they are paid for their work….At this rate even if the poori walas drown or not…..those artists will probably die of dehydration or working for free….dats for sure….
And if that happens…..My God ……..dat will bring a smile to my face….Coz never have I been more ashamed of being a man……….
