A fairly long road journey undertaken a few days
back in the searing heat was driving me mad, so, I decided to cheat the
neuromotor service to that part of the
brain which deals with the heat perception by concentrating on my fellow road
users and the vehicles, mainly the buses. First come the outright khataras....those
with broken windows, delicately and innovatively plastered shattered glasses, anatomy
revealing seats, leaking roofs and with tangled and mangled exterior speaking
volumes of the ill treatment meted out to them by the owners , next come those
which are on the brink of attaining khatarahood....with doors and windows
dangling dangerously on the passersby and the travellers, the seats though
externally intact, internally down to the last suspension of spring and jute,
and also the exterior architecture generated by a few pukish passengers, just
beneath the windows telling tales of the low levels of hygiene consciousness of
the driver and cleaners...next in line are the deluxe ones with polished and
chic exteriors but the curtains hanging from the windows proclaim loudly that a
visit to the laundry is long overdue, the reclining seats become totally
obstinate and non-obedient when it comes to obeying the command of the tired
traveller hurriedly trying to catch a few winks....the AC coaches come next
having the services offered displayed in bold, the cold water, the individual
lights, the music, but to partake the luxury even of cold water from the water
cooler perched precariously atop the wooden stool in front involves a walk down
the aisle which would put many in the catwalk world to shame!. and the AC obeys
only the telepathic commands sent secretly only by the driver keeping in view
his mileage and the ever galloping cost of petrol........then come the swanky
new breed of the Mercedes benz buses zipping past you, without even a traveller
peeping through the window...wonder if the comfortable interior and the
lullabys rock everyone to sleep immediately after boarding it, …the snobbish
driver threatens to take off every now and then and keeps on the road only
because the conductor is around, and if there is a split second delay in giving
it the privileged right of way, the stare of the drivers itself can make a few
kills....if the big wheels are generous enough to let the lesser mortals alive...
Tuesday, 12 June 2012
Monday, 11 June 2012
Summer : My Impressions
With the summer slowly heading towards its peak, and
our artificial luxury sources sometimes taking a rest in the form of
breakdowns, the only solace I seek is a refreshing walk outside where I get to
gaze at some of natures unique and ethereal creations....as I step out, I am
greeted by the enflaming crimson gulmohar, which seems to have gone mad, the greater the heat, the more the bloom , it
seems to say, pushing the green foliage down to minimal and only on the
fringes; the stunning yellow cassia with its eye-catching pendulous spikes,
without even a tinge of green,.... can a
soul passby it without experiencing a
few moments of absolute bliss....the jacaranda too with its purple cringed flowers
though not so, bold and beautiful, meets my eye, just enough to, leave an impression
.....that will not be as easy to brush away. A few yards ahead, the mango and
the litchi trees laden with fruits still to ripen, attract a motley crowd of
street urchins and the privileged, competing with each other, in collecting the
maximum number, using , sticks and stones, with the more daring ones risking a hurried climb onto the trunk too.
The lonely jamun, full of sweet scented lemon yellow blossom stands in the
company of the straggling mulberry, which is now totally bereft of the juicy
fruits borne on the branches nearer to the ground, and which were within reach of
one and all, is now catering only to the appetite of its feathered friends,
resting and roosting on its upper branches..Further ahead, inside the park,
kids and adults of all ages vie for the verdant spaces,....a few younger ones
staring and blinking from their cosy little moving abodes , the prams...the
slightly older ones smile from ear to ear as they slide down those colourful
installations in the centre...the giggle of the kindergarten ones too echoes
around spreading joy and laughter on an otherwise warm and sultry evening...and imbibing the
good cheer and the spirit, are the old and not so old walking, jogging and
strolling at their own paces, looking to carry the positive vibes home..helping
them get over their problems big and small...
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