Wednesday, March 30, 2022

~ What a Ride...~

There are endless stories on the roads of human grit and endurance – Many of them are silent and live in their hearts and minds, they keep on living a simple and subdued life as if nobody. You need not find them anywhere but they are just besides you, may be as a helper, a rickshaw puller, a garbage collector, sweeper or car washer , just anybody who has compromised his /her life for the sake of his family.

I met such a soul in near past when I had to borrow a service of an eRickshaw – these vehicles are scattered all over Delhi streets and are typically a nuisance to my psyche not because they add to the vehicular density but the way they are driven in a haphazard manner.

As I stood across the street to find one, suddenly an old uncle who was just lazing around across the street on his erickshaw saw in me a prospective customer and came with a question

“Kidhar Jauge?”  - “Where you want to go?”

I told him the proposed destination to which I intended to go, his next question was quick as if he was in a hurry and had not even halved his daily earning target.

“Aajao Baith jao, aapke liye hi aaya hoon!” – “ Please sit, I came for you only!”

I was deeply flattered as that was the truth, the moment I stood up looking for an eRickshaw, uncle had an eye on me and just came within no time.

As the journey started, I saw in him many facades – he was polite and had manners quite unlike many other folks of his genre. The talkative nature that I have, I could not control myself to form a quick rapport with uncle – there was surely something in him that made me pull towards him. 

As our talks progressed, he shared his story about his family . He has two sons, the younger one has left him in lurch and has moved out with his family. Subhash uncle’s elder son passed away in 2017 due to a cardiac arrest – “ Who mere hatho mein hi gir gaya!’ – “He died in my arms’.

He later told me that he retired as Peon from a nationalized bank and was comfortably living with his two sons until his elder son’s death – “He has two daughters and a wife, who stay with us, my younger son and his wife didn’t want to share their burden and so they left us. Now I have started to work again and hire this eRickshaw on a monthly basis and struggle to make ends meet!”

I asked Subhash uncle’s age – he replied with a poignant smile which said many unspoken words. Beta, my age is around 75 years , I just want to thank God for he is still keeping me alive and healthy to cater to my elder son’s family – He has two young school going daughters, I want to see them educated – they go to school and I don’t want them to be illliterate !” 

Hearing his story I was loss of words, I silently revered the honest talk he did with me, but there were some underlying messages to learn – “Life can be unruly and put you in situations you never ever thought of!” and that clinging on to that higher power called ‘God’ , be whatever comes your way is the real test of faith and patience for oneself and finally the most valuable lesson Subhash uncle taught me was “ Never retire, till your last breath and till the time your body allows you to work, just be whatever you do, keep on walking!, you will love your existence!

As I reached my destination, it was more than giving him his due credit of service he had done , for it was not only he had brought me to where I wanted but had uplifted my soul – a deep sense of love and gratitute flowed through me as an adrenaline feeling, I shook hands with him , he gave me a touching surprise when he said “Beta, mera bada beta tumhare jaisa hi tha…tumhein dekh kar tabhi mein ghoom kar tumhare pass aaya to give you a ride…” – “Son , my elder one was just like you…When I saw you standing, I quickly came to give you a ride…” , I just could not handle the situation and kept on seeing him till he just drove off – time just stood still for me…and it still is….

Tuesday, March 29, 2022

~ That little Girl...~

We are unique brew entwined with a common thread but have different viewpoints of life and its happenings. Situations have made so – every instance has setup an edible mark on our thinking that has lead us to a different behavior.

Lakshmi came to me with a lot of hope, I could see in her eyes – the name bears an oxymoron to her situation – dire needs of funds to have her lunch, she started to talk about herself for a moment.

Though she was in a hurry, she gave me a definite outlook of life she has been living across the road I was travelling. Her small hovel which her parent’s had setup was surely a dilapidated sight – as she had crossed the road all by herself, she was being looked upon out of care by her mother, who was protective of her daughter. 

I started by asking her questions about regarding her name and whereabouts, where she belonged from and that does she study – at first, she was reluctant to chat but suddenly she started to speak though with not so much of a frank gesture – something surely was holding her back – may be situations in her life made her behave the way she was. I kept to myself and gave her some money – she gleamed for a second or so and quickly started to talk, as if she was in a hurry state of mind.

‘Bhaiya, my name is Lakshmi and I stay in that shanty (Pointing towards her temporary house across the road.)’

‘My father is no more and I stay with my mother, who toils hard throughout the day as she is a housemaid and goes to several homes to cook and wash dishes.’

‘I take care of the household and also study a little bit.’ Whenever time allows – she further stated she is in 7th grade and likes math’s as a subject.

The last line was truly intriguing for me as that was only the ray of hope I could suggest to her – seeing her life’s turmoil, I could sincerely put her upfront to a path which she wants to travel and has kept deep inside her heart.

As I could perceive that Lakshmi was in a hurry, she went back as fast as she had arrived, it was time to cook for the family, may be, as I guessed when she quickly went into her hovel, not before handling her day’s ‘earnings’ – I was pretty sure she didn’t want to beg as I could see in her eyes the shame associated with this profession – for a girl who is nurturing big in life, this was actually a menial job devastating her ego – but her mother thought otherwise and forced her to act.

Million such Lakshmi’s exist around us, we don’t pay a heed to them as they are just invisible beings, just as regular as anyone can be in this vast sea of heads that we all see every now and then. As I moved on, I sincerely hoped that next time I meet her, she is a better-off situation that she is today and when I see in her eyes, she should fee all the pride she has lost whilst she lives today….

Saturday, March 26, 2022

~ A Decade Meet...~

I met him after almost two decades today, as he kept looking at me whilst my morning stroll, we both surpassed each other with an eyeball-to-eyeball contact – both were feeling a little inhibited to say a formal “Hello”, though I was pretty sure he recognized me as well on the very first glance he put on me.

I still don’t know his name though he used to stay right across the street and his only son ‘Goldy’ was a toddler at that time – as neighbors , I used to  to exchange a formal ‘Namaste’ when I was young and he used to go to a office and after his retirement, he vacated his govt flat to relocate to  a private residency years passed and they turned into decades, then suddenly, one day I could see him, walking firmly with a stick – years had taken a toll on his health and I could sense that quite clearly.

Today, when we saw each other, we could instantaneously recognize each other but the gap of quite many years made us fall apart – the inhibition certainly had crept in. On the second round, uncle said a “Hello” and that was it, the quietness had to be broken and he inquired my name as he had remembered

“Are you Sanjeev Beta”, who used to stay across the street and play with my son “Goldy!”

I immediately affirmed, “Yes Uncle, I am Goldy’s friend, and I recognized you on the very first round but was feeling a little shy to start a conversation with you.!”, he laughed and enquired about my family and parents – his gesture was heart touching as he talked about those golden times that we shared – especially his reprimands when we used to go and call his son for a game of cricket – that time was for his tuition and he used to bunk that all important math’s tuition class and set tone with us, only to be caught red handed and thrashed!

He remembered all this naughtiness of our times as we were growing towards our adolescence. I inquired about his son “Goldy” as we used to call him, that was his nick name. He with numbness in his eyes reverted that he is in London and is working there as a chef, here I am along with my wife.

I told him to go and get settled for greener pastures, We can take care of ourselves till our health allows – though materially uncle was comfortable but seeing his son’s aspiration, he with a heavy heart had made up his mind and come to terms with his situation. 

I could well sense that he was not in his best of the health as he had severe medical condition pertaining to his legs but as a father, he wanted his son to achieve a milestone which many of our parents had thought of – his inner desire being suppressed – though his advancing age was a clear sign of fragility – surely as we walked he needed support to step down into the grassy field from the ailse of the pavement, but the man’s grit was exemplary –“ Son, this body will wither away as it is deemed to be , at 73 years of age, I have lived my life to the fullest, now I want my son to live his life as per his aspirations….”

A beautiful thought , but I wish his son could have done much better to be with his ailing father at the prime of his life, relationships are just as beautiful as they are close by, the fag end of their life will always be remembered as beautiful moments spend together, always to be cherished for rest of your life…

Thursday, March 24, 2022

~ Quitting the Pinnacle...~

So how many of us have the zeal and the guts to quit at the pinnacle of our careers – I am sure not many, I might not be wrong if I say that none amongst us can take this humungous decision to call it quits for the entire fraternity of fans and family to keep guessing what made him / her take this important decision of life.

Just the other day, I was having a conversation with a friend who seem to be quite clear on the time when he wants to call it a day – many of us have no idea or are confused as to when to quit, though at 60 we would be politely asked to retire 😊. “The grace is to quit at your own will and that too when you are at the peak of your career – let the gentry be perplexed with volley of questions for your decision.

My friend has become financially stable – as per his metaphor of ‘Success’ –  A man should know what is the best time to quit, just like the recent news of tennis sensation Ash Barty quitting Tennis at the age of 25 stupefied the world – how can she do it, she still has 10-15 sporting years in front of her, commented many.

At the peak of her tennis prowess, the world no.1 and a sparkling new talent just called it a day. She is also the reigning Wimbledon Champion, known as the Mecca of Tennis for the sport aspirant, also she holds the title of Australian Open – both remarkable titles which one can be jealous of – all this at the age of 25! , with zillion tennis fans, she is the current heartthrob of many youngsters –

She has phenomenally made a statement on the tennis circuit at such a young age but now has confused many lovable fans of her early retirement, but only from Tennis and not otherwise – she certainly has other plans – as most of us don’t have post our retirement, many would tend to sit idle awaiting that final moment called ‘Death’.

There is certainly an underlying message in such a stance – first that she is content with her accomplishments and that she does not want to go beyond what she has achieved and secondly, she is a true loyalist to the game which has given her so much. When asked Ash, ‘What was the main reason for you quitting at the height of your career” - her answer was quite in a simple tone – “I think, I have achieved what I had dreamt for and further to this, I will not be able to justify the game anymore! “, the honest acceptance as an explanation of such an act is hardly a practice nowadays.

Many of us would like to redeem the benefits of position we have achieved till perpetuity and even more, most of us have no plans to start from the scratch and our job profiles are our true identity if not more.

Sans our job roles, ask yourself what you can accomplish single handedly and the answer would be not surprising, as you know it to your inner self.

As the Barty Party gets over, there are obvious questions which would be asked by many of sport inquisitive fans – the quest is obvious as this has never been the case, as it is obvious, when a sportsman reaches its ripe age and enters into non-performance mode due to his age and body fragility, he/she plans to quit but accolades follow as per the expected lines – some would say, it had to happen while others would voice their concern as “It is a late decision, he/she would have quit earlier with grace!”

Ash Barty has open a Pandora's box by quitting at the pinnacle of her success – in corporate world, many wont even think of taking this step as the uncertainties of financial instability would haunt us –. Comparing it with corporate world, I haven’t seen a single sports maverick doing this and probably wont be seeing it quite often… after all reaching at the pinnacle of life was our only aim – not knowing that this would be taken away anytime soon, be it your willing or no, till then Enjoy your dream…

Wednesday, March 23, 2022

Smile, It Costs Nothing…

Have you ever thought what a cost of smile could be – think and you may get an answer which was loitering around you but you were least observant to it.

Consider this, what happens when a doctor smilingly tells a severely accidental patient that you will be alright – the aftereffect of that saying is enormous on the psyche of the patient – his morale boosts up manifold and he sees a sense of living again. The same is true when a terminally ill patient is being caressed by his physician and told (with a ear to ear smile) that he shall be ok in few days – the zeal for life just returns – that is the cost of smile one gets when one is conversed with.

There could be a situation that you have done worst in your office and is ready for a reprimand or even have attracted the ire of bosses but suddenly you see your super boss entering the room and smilingly calms you down and says “ No worries, it happens…We all will fix it as a team!” – how your day would be, the handling of situation with a grit of smile changes thing drastically.

Also, going back in time, you did your best to study and perform for that mathematics , physics or Chemistry exam which you knew was a horrendous task to accomplish, your worst fears came true and you did not do well in your exams – facing reprimand, you came home expecting brickbats from parents but suddenly they comfort you with a smile “ This is not the end of life…Work hard and you can achieve great things in life..!” – hearing upon these magical words, a adrenaline rush gets you going and your mood refreshes with the lost zeal which sometime back was seeking a dead end.

Smile can make relationships work – your wife has prepared a new recipe out of desire to have something different on the dinning table, knowingly fully well that the dish is not sounding too sumptuous to have, you smile and taste the dish with same fervor and give a fantastic feedback – the wonder you were expecting suddenly happens, your smile has set the tone for that moment, and you have surely saved the event as a big time memory of your life!

God has given many emotions to humans, laughing and crying is traceable  to all as they seem to be too visible – therein lies their magic – A smiling face is acceptable to all as it does wonders to a given situation. Smile at a stranger and you will surely receive back a smile – you might not be knowing him or her, but the cascading effect always happens…. That is the truth of this emotive gesture of all of us – the only one mistake  we do during the day is that we just don’t “Smile” – ponder over this thought “ How many times you have smiled today? And on what situations?”

As the famous saying goes… “A smile is happiness you’ll find right under your nose.”, so next time keep this idiom in mind and just smile…

Tuesday, March 22, 2022

~ Father Son Duo...~

 His smile wins heart, the father son duo make a formidable businessman, not haggling for even a rupee, they are astute as the afternoon son – blistering and for a purpose.

My recent excursion to a famous Shiv temple made me meet people with varied colors and creed, many of whom have shanty shops just outside the place of worship, for they know that the footfall of devotees would make them bring customers – the scorching heat is another key factor for them to stash bottles of water and many soft drinks. 

Not to forget the ample sachets of betelnuts and raw tobacco – ask them as to why have they kept in close visibility of the customer, the father is quick to respond “Sir, it is a most saleable item!” – In this part of India – and here I am mentioning Gujrat , “most people, including females have addiction to chewing tobacco!, it brings good business.”  

He was slate clean in his remarks as being a business he was – Gujrati people are known for their precision business acumen and insights, you cannot haggle much for what they have priced is the benchmark of the goods they are bound to sell.

“Ramprakash” and “Govinda” were their names, the father was dressed in his pristine local medley of traditional dress Gujrati rural folk wear – though his son Govinda was dressed as if to mingle in the crowd of devotees who had throng the famous shiv temple to pay obeisance  to the Lord.

As I conversed with them – “How long have you been running this shop?”, the answer was quick ( but with a Colgate smile) “ Sir its has been almost thirty years!” – “Quite a long time,”, I said.

“Yes, sir, very long time” , he affirmed.

“So what does Govinda do? Does he study or he sits with your and wants to run this shop and become a businessman, as trademark for many Gujrati families!”

“Sir, he studies in class eight in a local school, but he is not interested in studies and want to be Dhirubhai Ambani!”, he boasted as a mark of respect for India’s largest private conglomerate business house which he set from scratch.

“Yes, I know may Gujrati’s adore his ambition and I haven’t seen many of you guys working on a salary. Even if you start with a small shop or a shack, for you respect of being self employed is much more than working for others!” – as I spoke this words, Ramprakash’s chest was swollen with pride and he quickly affirmed my sayings, standing just next to me was his son Govinda, who also felt a sense of greatness and pride as I could see smile on his face and a bright sparkle in his eyes as if raring to go to conquer the world.” 

As my visit was almost nearing its end, I requested for a pic to be published on this platform, they both readily agreed and also told me to WhatsApp the link – today they will surely be happy lot to see their clicked picture on the internet – I know they cant read English but they would certainly be beaming with pride to see themselves footprinted on the world of internet – not to forget, they told me that they would tell their fellow shopkeepers to have achieved this feat …. This small gesture would give them immense popularity amongst their peers….

As I said a final goodbye…there faces light up in all smiles… taking their whatsapp numbers, they now eagerly await their photos to be published in the virtual world of internet….

Monday, March 21, 2022

~ Crane-Man on Roads...~

 Life’s beauty lies in meeting different genre of people day in day out – everyone has a unique perspective of living – pregnant with their own thought’s,we humans are matchless to our own self.

Be it any situation, meeting strangers and talking to them gives you a different perspective of life every now and then – in the same style of living each day, just recently I befriended Mukesh-jiwho is a crane driver in Delhi roads –  situations sometimes compel you to follow a dotted-line life path and your sense of perceptibility and commonsense makes it fruitful for you to follow it without any major sayings In the same sense, I met Mukesh-ji in some of the most unusual circumstances that many of us won’t like being in.

My favorite Car broke down just accidentally and I was left with no choice to pull the trigger and seek help- to be towed away by a crane! The phone was sorted out by our master teacher – “Google” baba as many of us loosely call this unique assistant, Mukesh’s number was ranking on the top of the list – don’t know how he did a stupendous Search Engine Optimization technique to be on the top of the galore.

He picked up the phone instantly and was polite in his talks – after understanding the situation I was in, he almost got ready to help me and pacified me with those kind words with a smile “ Sir, it happens most of the times, someone bumps into you with no fault of yours! – this is life 😊!”

I quickly formed a friendship with Mukesh-Ji as he was a charming and effervescence in his talks – he could befriend anybody and can act as a catalyst to usurp your dying mood just due to situations not of your liking. He started talking about the condition of Delhi roads and the surge in traffic – he told me that he has been a ‘Crane Man’ for almost three decades now – as a native of village in Bihar, he first came to the ‘City of Lights’ (as he calls Delhi) to find work and through initial struggle got a temporary employment as a helper – with time he became a Mechanic and finally landed up as a Crane driver. He likes to drive the crane – ask him why and he gushes with smile. He has his two main reasons – one of them is peculiar enough to give a sound ear!

“Bhaiya, Crane is a different kind of vehicle in sea of vehicles in Delhi – Children has a special liking for it – especially when I am towing a broken down or an accidental vehicle – so many times Children say “Bye-bye” to me when they see me standing on a Red light or I overtake them – their inquisitive observing is what I like – there has been cases when I have been asked by parents to make them sit on the Crane for that “Different feeling!”. The second reason is quite obvious though as he tells me “ I want to help people in the society and this is my bit!”, indeed the second point was quite justifiable as he quickly came to assist me without any airy feelings.

As we progressed with his talk, I enquired about his family, to which he replied – all are “Well Settled” – two sons are happily married and having kids – In fact I was sitting with a grandfather as I assumed rightly – “The best part of our family is that we live all together in one building!” – This was indeed a uniqueness that Mukesh-ji had spoken – now a days, this is a rarity in metros – one’s family is scattered all over due to limited space but somehow he was exceptionally lucky!

Finally, I reached my destination and Mukesh-ji did his bit to park my car where it should have been and now it was time to part ways – not before paying him not only in kind but with a big token of “Thanks” that he has been of help at one call – “Arrey , Bhaiya anytime, My work is to help people always till I am alive, do good and God will do good unto you!” – his philosophy was simple but had a higher meaning for me to learn – the man was had indeed learnt and taken keynote lessons from his living…..

Thursday, March 17, 2022

~ Gopal , My Little Marketeer...~

 His gleaming smile is what makes customer pull to his small shop near a famous temple that we visited just recently. Smilingly he accepts you as a visitor and politely he starts his conversation – he is a good marketer at this fancy age – When asked about as to what I should call him? He quickly replies “Gopal” and then again showers his smile.

Forget about asking for a bottle of cold drink, I got quickly interested in his personal life and with a volley of questions he never expected out of me. He thought over every answer he gave me, the conversation went well and we both ended up becoming friends!

Gopal is not a privileged child and his penury has led him to work with his little sister and mother – all three of them run a makeshift Tea shop – they have named as “Nirmal Tea Stall” – no guesses here, "Nirmal" is the name of his father who just left his mother in silos and just vanished. He has deep regrets about his happening in his life and he seriously wanted his sister to study , but the situation lead the family to struggle for their daily living.

Now that he happily says that his sister ‘Radhika’ has started go to a ‘Small School’ that is nearby – he also tries to read her books sometimes in free time – though it is just not possible every day.

As the conversation progressed, Gopal asked me if I would have anything along with Tea – probably his selling skills were at his best – I could not say a plain no so ordered a pack of biscuits which I though would gain his confidence – he smiled again and gave me a pack of two biscuits – cutely shrewd little businessman – but I honoured his protocol – time had made him what he had become.

Gopal had perfected the art of tea making, be it sugarless tea or with sugar, all sorts of requests are catered with great aplomb – now that his sister ‘Shruti’ also sometimes joins in washing the utensils, both brother and sister are the marketing face of the tea stall.

Though their mother is the spinal cord of the family business, she is a woman of few words and is majorly engrossed in cash matters – after the last sip of tea was over, an unusual question was thrown at me – “Bhaiya, chai kaisi lagi?” ( Sir, how was the tea?) – my little friend has thrown a bomb at me sort of , though quite unknowingly , that he was in-process of being the super salesman of his stall – I quickly reverted and gave him an answer which he readily accepted with a gleam – but not before asking him as to what made him ask this question to me ? or for that matter he asks every customer the same question that he asked me.

The answer was quick in affirmation – “Yes, bhaiya, I feel, that I have done good work when the customer tells me that they liked my Tea!” – now in complex corporate terminology, this is called customer feedback and this certainly leads to ‘Job Satisfaction!” – Gopal was using all the corporate strategies which he had learnt and was learning through a practical class called “Life” – As I said Adieu, he smiled again but again unknowingly threw his last dice of marketing – “Bhaiya, please come again I will treat you with one Cup of Tea for free next time!” – now that was a final penchant for me to record this – now I wait for the next meeting to follow suit…

Friday, March 11, 2022

~ Game of Life...!~

So, what does your indulgence in sports teaches your – the prime benefit is that you get agile both bodily and in thoughts!

Considering many of us struggle between body and mind – the lethargy creeps in every time you mind tell you to exercise or get consumed in a sporty indulgence – on the contrast is your body, which is just not prepared to put in through the struggle and have a sweet pain, not knowing that it is this sweet pain which shall keep you fit and fine and get moving in later years of your life.

My sporty time has been through many outdoor activities, primarily football and cricket but now that many of our kids and we ourselves are the culprit of playing these games online – the result being we are not agile in body and mind.  Lately, I have stopped hearing to my body’s voice and hit the ground with old pals for a regular game of volleyball – the game has taught me intricate life lessons….

Firstly, you have to not listen to many shouts of your opponents with a single handed aim of giving your mind wanders – you have to focus on the sheer trajectory of the ball and where it would land – in other words, your aim in life and the different situations it is throwing on you! – paying heed to their voices will waiver your stance of a clean pickup – handling the situation.

Secondly, know for sure that your friends are requisite in your journey of life as they would be the ones giving you beautiful passes to hit back at the strokes of life – they are the ones who will form a formidable team which will make you win the game of life! 

You cannot ignore the presence of leader who is always at the top of his voice, formulating the strategy of playing amongst your team – in family terms he is your father – who selflessly puts the team / family in the forefront so that the team wins – We may have different opinions in formulating a winning strategy but for sure, the aim and objective is to hit the winning stroke, which will give the team the honour of being the winners!

Volleyball also taught me an earnest life lesson, that in spite of your best positioning and tricks and preparedness, you will not able to handle the volley of ball coming towards yourself, i.e. howsoever prepared and capable you think you are , you will surely be not able to handle the situation in your stride and will falter at some point of time, the best alternative is to have the policy of “Let GO” and quickly form a strategy for the next volley – You surely have a choice to make and that is to substitute yourself with another of your team member, but that would surely lay a guilt feeling of what you didn’t do which you could have done with ease and may be in the next throw of opponent….Life is like this, it will keep on throwing volley of opportunities and struggles periodically, you need to be prepared and have the eye for every detail, but at the same time, you need not worry about any wrong ‘Pickup” which may loose you a point – there is surely another one coming up – be prepared to devise a new strategy to hit back …

Life Lessons are hidden in simple observations of our daily life, we will surely falter and cannot succeed at every penchant of ours , wait and have a look, the next volley is about to fall in your court with an equal opportunity to strike back with all preparedness…. That’s the volley of life…. Keep playing…

Wednesday, March 9, 2022

~ Our Cute Neighbors…~

The two kiddos are new to my vicinity, their innocence is captivating, as they always say , children are an epitome of Godly presence – for their simplicity and noble thoughts is what makes them class apart in every sense. These two kids have become the talk of the town for one good reason and that is that both of them are twins – one is a girl and other is boy, they both loiter around in and around an under construction building that their parents are working on the whole day.

The pure innocence of their existence makes them friendly to various gentry passing through the aisle of our street, calling them by various names. The genre ‘Beta’, ‘Beti’ is a common voice that we hear the whole day as they play with gods natural toys – sand oil and pebbles which is part of the construction material – they make their own zig-zag designs and also fight over it as two kids would have. 

Their mother is protective of both of them, considering their age and chirpy nature – now that both have them have learnt to walk – their crawling days are over, the motherly love sometimes gets over them and the reprimand over any kiddo-nonsense that they do is punished, though the severity is not much, considering their age.

They are learning not speak but know their names by hard – they actually have a synonymous names which have been carefully crafted to be spelled in one go – ‘Radha’ and ’Kishen’, the father smiles when asked about the duo’s names – for him it was easy to spell as he has the gut feeling of these souls as true blessings. “Radha is elder to Kishen by 2 mins” he speaks , “ She is naughty and also has a angry attitude towards things, just like his mother.” – knowingly fully well that his wife is not alongside, the husband takes the leverage to spell these words in gossip.

The family has had a nomadic life although, but they originally hail from Rajasthan. Manoj – as the father likes to call himself came to Delhi almost 10 years ago to find work and settlement but was not able to get what he had aimed for, as he tells me, he is a 10th pass but did not study beyond for the reasons best known to him.
This folly has now has been well understood and he certainly wants his kids to study as much as he is able to provide them the resources for education – as he sees ‘Big Babus’ with big cars in the city, all of them are educated and have made their mark through ‘ Padai-Likhai’ (education), he observes.

It is lunch time now and they have their staple diet of Chappatis and a vegetable which gets cooked in a makeshift kitchen that his wife has established in a 10X10 shanty – they sleep and cook in the same tent and that would be their ‘Sweet Home’ till the builder project is over in almost 1.5 years time, till then I will be a mute witness and a friend to these cute little souls who I happen to meet in my lifetime, who knows after they are gone, we would ever meet again…the wanderers as they are, I wish they have a stable home where I can see them more often… I strongly intuit that   someone is surely listening….

Tuesday, March 8, 2022

~ Volley Life... ~

A lonely champion that he is , Madhav is seen quite often in the park and jelling up with children and oldies alike – he just wants to pass his time during the day – sometimes he turns into a sportsman and at other times he behaves like a docile kid sitting on the fence and watching the biggies playing cricket or volleyball in the court. He likes sports, that is for sure – a trait that he has gained from his sporty father, who he tells us with a moment of proudness that – his father was a ‘Great football Player’ of government school, of which he is studying now. His father’s teacher knows Manav well -as he has left a good trait of his fair conduct.

As our game of court volleyball was about to commence, he quickly comes and presents his candidature for the game – he is too young to clear the net , but he is adamant and has high hopes- thanks to his sportsman father, his sayings has had a profound effect on his demeanor. Manav is confident as he reconfirms his pitch to play on the volleyball court, many of us have sincere doubts on his abilities to play and a frank submission from us , that he wont be able to make it to any side is cast aside by his sportsman spirit. 

The game begins, and the opponents wants to target the ball towards Manav – a key loose candidate in the team – but he knows he is the target , he prepares himself quite well for the onslaught – the first time the ball goes to him – he stumbles and a neat point is given to the opponent – they are right in their judgement but not anymore as Manav takes the challenge and prepares himself quite well for the second chance – knowing fully well that he would again be targeted with the ball. 

The fears of his team members come true , though they have a back-up man standing alongside Manav for his help – the strategy crumbles as this time the ball is beyond the backup man’s fore – Manav seeing this as an opportunity rushes swiftly to just lift the ball somehow, and this time, he succeeds and passes on the ball to his fellow team member with a hard knock – the ball soon is transferred to the opponents court…. After many to and fro, Manav’s side wins a key point – everyone rejoices and appreciates Manav’s quick thinking on the court – he feels great and a sense of satisfaction. 

Soon the game ends and Manav is again appreciated, he smiles and asks if we play every day – the answer is yes and this cheers him up – his exams are over and he has all the time in the world to play. As his father is a vegetable vendor, having a stall on the park periphery, he can afford the game every day , though in between his mother shouts to have a glimpse of her son! 

As always, Manav now comes daily to be a part of the match – he is learning the trick of the trade quite fast – many of us see him as a friend and reminisce our past when we were of his age.. the adrenaline rush which Manav has put in is commendable… the best part being that he brings the ball off the fence which many of us desist doing…considering the humungous ‘Tummy’s’ that many of us have grown with age… May be this is the gap Manav fills the best ..and sometimes taunts us on our bodily folly….finally, the game again resumes….

Friday, March 4, 2022

~ Narayan, My Morning Guest...~

He Comes every alternate morning with an empty bucket which is the only piece of object he carries – Dressed in a peculiar way with his pants tucked in his socks, it is his style, Narain is what I call him and this is his actual name too – he is an early riser far earlier than what many of us as sleepy heads get up at. His days start quite early by 5:00 a.m sharp, he tells me with a gentle smile. As car washing is his part time job to support his meagre income of being a full-time commercial driver for a local grocery vendor. Surely, he is different in the sense that he has been giving his services ever since he was in school, as far as I know, in grade 6th or 7th, now that he has finished grade 12th and is doing his graduate studies through correspondence.

Just the other day he gave me a shock of my life – that he is married and has a girl child of 4 years of age. As he broke the ‘little secret’ he has been keeping in his heart, his ear to ear smile was a firm confirmation that he was a happy lot.

“We are three now, Bhaiya! – I am planning to send her to school this year as I want her to be studying and do something good to her life!” – Surely a father’s inhibition and anxiety to a girl child – everyone has, and Narain was no different when he uttered these words.

Narayan himself strongly believe in the idiom of study as that is the only ‘best bet’ he can give to his daughter to ward-off uncertainties of life. He didn’t had a smooth childhood and had to struggle, as he is doing right now – as terming himself as a good student, his predicament didn’t allow him to go for regular course of study and he had to supplement his father’s income by doing menial and other adhoc jobs that he could lay his hands on, though he is still pursuing his graduate studies as he always wanted to.

Narayan has been a close pal as he always showers me with a Good Morning smile which accentuates his chirpy face – after he is finished with car wash in the morning he dons the hat of a driver and travels to all parts of Delhi transporting wholesale grocery to supermarts.

As he tells me, his day starts quite early and he leaves bed by 5:00 a.m – be it winter or summer – a time when many of us are in lap of a dreamy sleep – how many of us would have got up to do this sundry job day after day, getting up at the wee hours of every morning – that too for a meagre sum, but Narayan has taken in his stride what life has offered him – smilingly he has accepted his fate and is thus doing his best what he can do in such circumstances – his life is a sure shot motivation for many of us , be whatever happiness, keep walking life will shower its best design someday – if you stop the game ends there, as once I was told by my good friend “if you don’t write – there is 100% chance that nothing will happen, but if you write there is 0.1% chance that people would read it!” – the story thus started…..

Probably Narayan has the same logic, he is doing his bit smilingly and with a noble thought that one day would be his…. Till then… keep smiling dude, your “Smiling Good Morning” message is what starts my day with positivity…. Carry on… 

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