Delhi Belly 2

This post is a continuation of the last post which took me to Delhi en-route Tibet.

*Sick and Tired I stand alone, behind the doors or should I open It for you or...*

Sometimes Metallica works wonders. What a song The Unforgiven II is. Bang on the situation at 4:20 a.m. Hungry, sweaty(Tibet effect), tired, sleepy but still a Baniya I was fighting the Autowalas at Sarai Kaale Khan ISBT. Weather was as usual chilling and I was about to freeze. I felt like I was kept in a deep freezer and my body sweat was getting transformed to ice with each passing nano second. Forgetting all this I had to bargain. And so I started:

Me: How much for IP extension?

A1: 100.

Me: Hehe. Not Gurgaon or Noida dude. Its IP.

A1: Not less than this.
(A2 enters)

A2: Kahan jana h bhaiya? (Where do you want to go?)

Me: Pata to h bhaiya aapko. Mein bahar ka nahi hu. Chalna h to chalo 40 mein.
(You know where I want to go. I am not an outsider. Want to go in 40 bucks?)

A2: Itna to nahi ho paega..

Me: (moving to A3) Haan Bhaiya chaloge kya? (What say? Will you be going?)

A3: 70 is last. Not less than this.

ME: 50 from me. Yes or no.

A3: Thek h bhaiya subah ka time h. (Okay. Due to morning time, I agree.)



BTW the normal amount which the rickshaw takes from here to the place is 70 rupees at any hour or the day. Night and unusual timing charges obviously go up like rockets. I told you I am a Baniya...:)

Delhi looks so different these days. I was here in December and it looked as if its been ages I came to this place. Everything looks changed. The flyovers, metro lines, roads, CWG village and everything are growing so fast that Delhi looks different each time I visit (May this continue after the CWG also).

I reached home in about half an hour and the autowala looked as though he was being robbed. But it was him who agreed. Otherwise I would have robbed someone else. HEHE..

I know some of you might be missing the mini skirted girls description this time but I didn't saw any at this time of the day. All I could see after Yamuna river was fog and fog and fog. The descriptions will come soon in following posts but in a different way this time.

So after belling and shouting for a long time at the doors of our home, I decided to spent money from my devil (L6). I called up bhaiya and told him twice that I was standing at the door. But "Dilli Ki sardi.." Finally he opened the door and I could meet my Bro (My best friend). Even a day without him seems to be incomplete and now we meet twice or thrice a year. Then came Bhabhi and I all my load went off somewhere. I had a n early tea at 5:15 a.m. and we chatted till 8:00 and bhaiya had to leave for his office.

I was cursed for keeping a different look this time which was a mix of Dutch and Afghani cut. I dont know why people think these looks are so indecent? But I like it. Actually I just love all these dynamicity these looks brings. After all ' Ghar ki kheti h.'

Rest story will be coming in other parts. Keep your fingers crossed guys.

Nuts

Walking Delhi Looking Tibet..

This is another of my tiresome roadways bus journey post which needs due mention. This time it was a different kinda journey which began in a haste and ended in a chase.

Leaving your loved ones behind is obviously a very sulking feeling and specially when they need you the most. But in order to fulfill their wishes, there may be times when you have to do things which you think are irrelevant but are necessary from a different point of view.

So the journey began in a haste and I forgot to take necessary things with me for the journey. What I remembered to take was a bottle of pickle and my undergarments. A free advice to people that never leave your house without taking lunch, dinner or breakfast because when you expect that you will get something to eat somewhere, the shops get closed or the food is stale or is it gets over. I made this mistake and didn't find anything at the bus stand. I took the ticket and got comfortably seated in a so called STAR LINE bus and the journey began on time.

After sometime I realized that I was just wearing a wind sheeter over my cotton shirt as chill crept in. Then I realised something else which was an icing over the cake. The window with my seat was cranky and was opening up all by itself again and again. By the time I realized these things, the bus had reached Jaipur and I couldn't even get a seat change.

The bus got loaded with Tibetans from Jaipur because winters get over in Rajasthan earlier than any other part. I couldn't understand their language but I was able to notice the smiles on their faces which was due to a good long winter in Rajasthan this year. The bus again started and I again felt the chill which I had made up mind to bear the whole night.

I was restless and was again and again shutting that fucking window which was playing games with me. I tried all styles to prevent the opening but I couldn't succeed. I was advised to get a blanket from someone (I know you will be happy) but I didn't ask for anything. Finally sleep won the battle between the stubborn window and me and I fall asleep.

PAT.. PAT... PAT...

ME: Kaun h? (Who's this?)

Angel: Sardi lag rahi h beta? (Feeling cold son?)

ME: Nahi. Mujhe sone do. TRRRRR.. (No, Let me sleep.)

Angel: Tumhara daant kit-kit kr raha h. (Your teeths are kit-katting)

ME: Nahi. Aap jao. Mein So jaunga. (No. You go. I will sleep)

Angel: Tum kaamp raha h. (You are shivering)

ME: Kit-kit-kit-kit-kit-kit.

Angel: Kambal le lo. Theek rahega. (Take a blanket. You'll feel better.)

ME: kit-kit-kit-kit. Thek kit-kit h. (All Right.)

That Tibetan lady gave me a Shawl and after a while I felt like I was sweating. It was hot like sun. I could sleep comfortably and there was no kit-kit at all for the rest of the journey.

I woke up at 4 in the morning and found the shawl over me. I thought I saw a dream but it was for real (Your prayers work darling). I could not recognize the face which gave me that blanket (I think you can understand the confusion). Then a lady got up and came to me asking for any other help. I thanked her with all my heart for which she just returned a serene smile. I could feel mother's love that time.

Love ain't bounded by boundaries. It comes over every barrier and every obstacle however huge it is. I thank God for creating mother and salute all the females for having such big hearts. My respect for them has grown to Himalayan extent now. Even though the Angel belonged to a different place and a different culture, the motherly feeling remains the same. I bow down to this feeling.

I don't think I will forget that Angel ever in my life. I read something about Tibet and found out the problems they are going through. I join the campaign with them. Supporting Tibet.

The series coming afterwards will be a series of events that took place in Delhi.
Delhi Belly will get a repeat.
My grand Salute to all Mothers.....

Nuts

Sing With Me...!!

Its been a long time since I wrote something. I was happy commenting on others posts and also missing on some of the best people in the sphere (I think the people I missed will catch me soon). Sorry Folks, but what can I do with my exams on at one end and a hell lot of problems at the other.
Don't know what goes wrong with life sometimes. I put my foot on the accelerator while I am yet to achieve constant acceleration, someone else comes in my way and I have to decelerate. I have always said that "Time is the arbiter." But what if it plays games with you?
I just scribbled something on a parchment. Just wanted to put it up because writing takes my pain away.
Here it gos:

Sing With Me

When you feel like being alone,
When you feel there's no one home.
When you feel things are not about 'me',
Come my friend, Sing With Me.

When you feel nothing is in sync,
When you feel that even flowers do prick,
When you feel there's no one beside 'me',
Come my friend, Sing With Me.

When you feel you are betrayed,
When you feel you are being hated,
When you feel that no one loves 'me',
Come my friend, Sing With Me.

When you feel like writing a verse,
When you feel like you are being cursed,
When you feel that nothing good can happen with 'me',
Come my friend, Sing With Me.

When you feel things can no longer mend,
When you feel life has a big bend,
When you feel the cause for everything is 'me',
Come my friend, Sing With me.

I am feeling somewhat better now. Don't know what will happen the next moment. Still there's a good news and a bad one too. Life.
I have started writing crap now. Leave all this. Just Sing With me.....

Nuts