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Conversation between Me and Sandhya (Name changed on Request)… Changed to Sandhya (the girl in my last night’s dream), out of sheer desire.

BTW lucky girl Sandhya has been sent by her company for a year long work assignment in US. (more…)

It was early morning, its darkest hour. I boarded the train. Dark and dingy inside, for a moment it seemed bright on the outside. My coach was indeed a sea of people. People sleeping on the aisle, people you would have to step over to get ahead… occasionally stepping on a finger or two. But they couldn’t care. They were too happy to just get a place in. With much difficulty, I finally found my seat. On my berth of three there were five. I reclaimed my rightful place with no resistance at all. Afterall they were too happy to just get a place in. So they nudged some luggage and made place for themselves… right beside my feet.

And she said… travel in a sleeper coach was beautiful… (more…)

ARTIST: Anonymous (Kindly contact me, if you are the holy one! :-))

After having confessed my aversion towards Facebook in my recent post, I would like to reconsider my argument and give due credits to FB, as the above piece of art is what I stumbled upon while exploring a friend’s profile.

I find myself deeply impressed with this depiction of a Modern Gandhi. It makes me think… That if The Great Mahatma was born in today’s hep world, (more…)

I was traveling from Mumbai to Goa today. My bus stopped at a restaurant… and here is what I saw and I instantly smiled :) (more…)

“Shabji…do din se kuch nahin khaya…bhook lagi hai”. Walk out onto the streets and most certainly a homeless tramp would utter this to you. An age-old preset line used by every beggar, not surprising really, it still works! It did on me too yesterday evening when I walked out of a cellphone showroom. Well, I may be an exception to this, as I usually give away atleast a rupee to them. Possibly so that they stop annoying me or just because I cannot see someone in poor state. Yes, I am still learning to be a beggar ignorant, a skill that most metropolitan people have mastered. Anyway, a few bucks away and I am not broke. So I don’t really mind.

So this eight or nine year old poor kid finds me (they all always do! :( ). It sometimes amuses me, how beggars find their catch, is it just randomly? If so may be I am their random favourite who does not usually disappoint them. I am just too bad at ignoring beggars. Especially when I walk out from one of my city’s premium restaurants (where I just paid a huge overhead for the food and yet left a few bucks as a tip to a salaried guy waiting there). Then why not a few bucks to the beggar who spot me on while entering, and waited all while till I was out so that he can get a few bucks. It’s very interesting how these beggars spot their catch (rock-hearted to say so… I am just learning to be). A couple sitting on a beachside (you think that guy with a fat wallet would refuse in front of his fiancee?), a mom with her kid who gave them a glance (Bet me! She gonna give a rupee in her kid’s hand and ask to handover, thinking that she taught some good values)… But then why me?!!! Or may be as I said, I just might be their random favourite.
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