Why not stand in the shade
Why not stand in the shade
"Why not stand in shade" i said to the foreigner as he looked perplexed, unwillingly he moved towards me in anxiousness. It seemed though he was from an chinese origin. I had my guess looking at his needle leaf eyes on the golden pale face and the pastel colour of the clothes and that well polished leather bag of the 90s. All that in a glimpse and yes of course the way the responded to what i said with those eyes.
He was curious at the same time he was humble, his bow conveyed. I stopped for a moment, while i was thinking to myself "Do you speak english ? " is what i should i have asked him first, but then he was too close to me, to either think about how the chinese have been started broadcasting english lessons on thier national radio or how they are counter attacking all the job cuts that flow eventually to india, what kind of financial warfare they take up and all other unimportant tv and quora stuff.
Fear China is not a caution alone it has been an emotion too here. You help Baloochistan, fear China.you dont help Pakistan fear China. Sikkim wants freedom, fear china. You want to go Tibet for Mansarovar fear China. But then always we do buy cheap calculators, earphones, mobile acessories and what not electronics, yes,even the candys are now from China.We know that the world cannot live with out China. Yes we all know that.
If there is one place i better not be is in to my head. I come out from where all these so called gk forests prevail.
By now the gentlemen had come closer to me and i rest my right hand on his left shoulder, as soft as he could have felt my fingers but not the hand and gentlly tapped him. I tell him again " why not stand in the shade" he nods with a smile and i show him an ATM where there is a little shade for a few men to stand in the service road on mount road right opposite to spencers plaza. I proceed further to say it for the third time "why not stand in the shade, so that you can see the phone properly ? you are looking for a cab i guess ! " his smile just went bigger and eyes shone in acknowledgement and i could see him moving towards the ATM and he shaked both of his hands like he was rolling a dice, thanks to those dubbed Jackie Chan movies that played at our Nieghbour hood Vijay TV without which i could never have understood the silent thank-you the gentleman offered in return to the comment i made.
I walked happy atleast seemed happy that much that made others to notice and someone indeed asked me .. kya bat hai bade kush lag rahe ho ... i just smiled in acknowledgement and boarded in to the office lift. I was thinking to myself if this was happiness.
I was thinking to myself this is happiness.
I was thinking being human is important atleast to others.
I dint know what was that gentleman going through, was he a businessman, or a patient or an attendant to a patient or an espionage but whatever he was. I felt relieved. Yes, i felt relieved, after that long phone call that i got in to my ex, who has now got to know that i had intended to marry someone. The phone started like i am upset that i get to know from someone else and even though i had a decency sometime back to say that we part as friends. Somehow, i seem to lack enough courage to say that i have developed a liking for an another one too. It lasted almost an hour,we explaining us and explaining so carefully that the other person does not get hurt while any of us is trying to keep up to the good friend image and well wisher types. then it slowly slips to not comfortable zone of saying i wish i could have done this and done that, further it goes where we say "may be it is destiney" and then to "may be you never loved me" and then finally to the point where we say it loudly "may be we dint deserve each other" and you guys know the drama and the energy drain in such drills. I rode admist the burning sun and poor roads, thanks to the not so mad crowd of chennai, i really love this city and my people. This call ended just a moment before i spotted the gentleman in front of my office gate. Yes, Alas, the place that brought me some relief, when i was able to be of some help to someone.
To my readers, why am i telling this story ? this is niether an adventure nor a virtue, niether a hearty joke nor a tragedy, not even a lesson. It is just to say the way we are and that i am proud to be a part of this generation! The one that has people who burden thier souls with too many soulmates and some foul mate. Some may accuse that we live with no grit or commitment ever.We run for money, live on credit, spend on clothing and makeup, and make those unnecessary statememts as some of the elders may feel, but yet i am proud to be one them who live a life of what he or she defines as a value. Rather than relying on the texts that still thrive to prove themselves as facts but fail and merely stay as epics or literary work. I am proud to be a part of this generation who would walk the mile.