Friday, September 12, 2014

Paths Crossed, A Journey Begun

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“I don't think that anything happens by coincidence. No one is here by accident. Everyone who crosses our path has a message for us. Otherwise they would have taken another path, or left earlier or later. The fact that these people are here means that they are here for some reason” 

-James Redfield, The Celestine Prophecy: A Pocket Guide to the Nine Insights-

CHAPTER 1: Paths Crossed, A Journey Begun


“Too much to do, too less time!” Jennifer sighed as she stood on the platform fumbling with a dozen of those funky bracelets she was wearing. There were all signs of travel at the station until a loud announcement like always in a railway manner happened. Her train was to arrive an hour late. She looked this way and that wondering what to do now. Porters and vendors were moving around, folks and friends had gathered like a school of fish except for the fact that they were not hers. ”Travelling anywhere and anytime must be an event of some life changing significance!” she thought looking at them amusingly.
Kochi had given Jennifer everything that she had wanted, well almost, but she was a girl with a futuristic perspective, leaving her home town for a couple of months at this point of life was not really a big decision for her. It was a pleasure, and an experiment. She knew she had one life, and her one camera to make it worth living. Clicking and working on pictures for her was more than a mere impulse, now at this place with an hour at hand and with a horde of interesting subjects around, she could not have asked for more.
 Click! Click!”
A click here, a click there, nothing stopped her. She adjusted her camera strap and turned to the screen for a moment to look at her shots. She deleted some bad ones and prided herself for some nice captures for the day, particularly the one with the man on the bench in the corner had come out well. And before she could start again she heard a voice from that direction.
“What the…?”
The same man…fair, bald and French bearded adjusting his thin spectacles gave her a little puzzled look and said. For a moment she wanted to apologize, she must have made him feel uncomfortable she thought, but there was something weirdly gentle about his voice. She stared at him and smiled. He smiled too.
“Hello Ma’ m, are you one of those with a DSLR, can I have a look at my pictures, I doubt if they are any good!” he remarked with a quaint formality.
Clipping her hair over her shoulder she started walking towards the bench he was sitting on and said “I hope you did not mind!”
“Oh, not at all!”
There was a pause and a look passed between them as he said that. Here was a dusky girl with no makeup, no blow dried hair, wearing an over sized tee and shorts doing something which she was passionate about amidst the chaos, it was not difficult to get intrigued by Jennifer. “In life not often one finds people who are more interesting than beautiful” he thought.
While she came sat beside him “So where are you heading to Ms…?’ he asked.
The way he spoke was more adorable than flirtatious, and the good thing was she took note of it. Jennifer liked meeting new people.
“Um…yeah. I am a photographer. I am on my way towards Mumbai. Work calling you see, joining a media firm for an assignment, and you?”
In a rekindled reverie, he thought of the many young and headstrong, like how he was years ago before shifting to Mumbai, a city now his home and said “Sounds great! Myself Shekhar, Shekhar Dutta, I am a writer, I think the look of one must have made you take my pictures, I am heading towards the same place as you, so Mumbai calling huh! Nice!”
She started showing him her shots leaning close, he couldn’t help but notice her right hand.
“That’s an interesting one you have got!” he opined.
“Oh that one! Thank you! That’s because you seem to be in some deep thought which makes it for a good frame, well more than the angle and the light…” she went on.
“I was speaking about your tattoo” he said and smiled again.
“Is that a fairy?” he asked curiously.
Jennifer laughed and looked at her hand, her face broke into the biggest smile when she thought about how much she wanted to travel, how much she wanted to see the world and how much she wanted to fly and be like one.
“Ah! Yes!” she replied getting up and adjusting her backpack.
“My daughter Roohi, she believes they exist too!”
She beamed hearing him say this, “He he…thanks! I thought I was the only one!” she said.
The sound of the train on the track grew louder as it appeared from the turn.
“Oh there it is!” said both pointing at it in unison and laughed.
A good conversation between two about-to-become friends was about to end, the train would stop only for a couple of minutes at the station. He took out a piece of paper from his track pant pocket and hurriedly scribbled his address and number.
”Do call me if need be, Mumbai is the place where you shall become, all the best!”
He wished and handed it over to her, and walked away to find his compartment. Jennifer all happy and pleased ran too, for there was too much to do and too less time.
As Shekhar sat down, the train started. He leaned up the window railing” What did she say, what was her name?!?” he wondered.
Paths had crossed and a journey had begun.

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-R.

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Big Hug & Kiss



One of my favorite smell is that of an old book, that musty sweet odour does take some of us to another world.  And like a cherry on top some of them have a postcard, an invite, a sketch, a bookmark, a date or a note. They are like a window to somebody's world, It is always a pleasure to read these personal messages in old books, I found one today right under the cover written with a pencil that made me like the book all the more . Especially the last line "Big hug & kiss", you know when you actually relate to it as though someone wrote it for you, that feeling :-)

Good night
-R. 

Saturday, September 6, 2014

PiZZa Effect


"This now qualifies as free right?" I asked him. He gave me a sheepish smile and said "Yes Ma'm". For once there was a pizza delivery boy at the door without any spontaneous reasons. It was half past five and I remembered one of those somber voiced girls on phone telling "Your order will be delivered by 4:35 pm, thank you for placing the order Ma'm, have a good day!" after which I had waited and waited.

This boy, there was something peculiar about him, the look of a new kid on the block. He did not explain, he did not argue, no reaction unlike his peers would have given, not everybody is of the same make you see no matter how much one trains them.I looked at him and I looked at the bill, I wondered if the management would cut it out of his pay. The way things work in this jet set age and our oblivious attitude to the same, aren't we happy that we get what we need in a call or a click, need anything more? He constantly seemed to avoid eye contact, bending his head down under the cap looking here and there at the floor. I handed him the amount along with the bill and asked him "Are you new to this place?" by now it seemed like it.

"Yes Ma'm" he replied again, nothing more. I knew he wasn't lying and all the yelling that I was contemplating to do somehow did not happen. He thanked me with a brighter smile than the previous and ran down the stairs to his bike, I guess he had more boxes to be delivered. He looked to the right, and then to the left and then finally up. He must have sensed someone watching him. "Ma'm if you don't mind, can you tell me how do I reach the main road?" he called out. "Go straight and take a left" I replied and waved from the balcony. He waved back with one of the nicest smile I shall remember for a long time to come.

For those who are not aware of the PIZZA EFFECT, it is a term used for the phenomenon similar to the one in which the Americans reshaped the Pizza and sent it back to Italy, making their own Pizza a very popular food. Strange ain't it? When someone else has to tell us the value of what we own? It has been happening with most of us as well. We see, read, hear, judge and opine about everything and everyone in and around us with suspicion, GREAT suspicion unless someone from outside gives a greater deal of assurance. Just like the way we half open the doors for these pizza delivery guys, we do so many things half-heartedly. It is sometimes okay to let go off our inaneness and inhibitions and make an extra conversation with a stranger or give a kind smile, who knows it may make somebody's day :-)

PS: This post is for all those delivery guys under the rain and sun who make our lives easy :-)

-R.