A man said to the cop: "Why do u allow such beggars to hang around here and there to irritate us?"
The beggar came a step forward and said : " kyun? hum kya pedd (tree) phad kar paida huye hain? Kya hum maa ki god se paida nehi huye?"
He had fume in his voice, his eyes were dry and smoky, and his lips parted to reveal his yellow brownish pair of teeth : " Humarey bhi family hai, humein bhi unhe paalna padta hai. Ciggerette, bidi se hi kaam chala leta hoon; Afim, Ganja kabhi nehi peeta".
Another man chopped in : " Dekha? Yahaan athanni ke liye gid gida kar bheekh maangta hai, aur baat karta hai charas, ganja ki..."
" kyun na ho"- the first man took over again " meri monthly pagaar hai barah hazaar teen shi rupeeya- ee sasura toh us se bhi jyada kama leta hai- aur ise toh flat ka kiraya aur scooter ki EMI bhi nehi bharna padta".
The men departed slowly.
One third person, who was touched to the heart looking at the handicap of the beggar and his short of budget to buy charas- offered him a wills classic regular and asked - " Kitne din se ho is dhande me?"
The beggar trapped the stick into his ugly dry colourless lips, the matchbox between his chin and the shoulder, lighted it skilfully using only one limb, and replied " Almost for eight years". " It pays me very well, but i dont have the means to enjoy the money I earn".
"Well, what do u mean by no means?"
" Aap apni aur meri surat ko gaur se dekhiye. Phir humare body ko dekho. Aap sahi salamat ho... aur mera ek taang aur ek haath nehi hai. Kaun achha dukan dar ya hotel walla mujhe iss bhesh me andar jaane dega?" He kept inhaling the classic smoke like a bidi..
" Arrey, iss desh me koi bhi bhesh chalega- agar tumhare paas rokda ho toh!
Agar tumhare paas gandhi bharpur ho toh tees din me tees bibiyan badal sakte ho".
" Lekiin saheb, badalne ki baat toh wohi log karte hain jo apnee vartmaan se khush na ho, hai na? "
" kaun saala iss duniya me khush hai? Peon se lekar PM tak sab dukhi hai".
" Toh phir woh badalte kyun nehi?"
" Koi raasta sujhe tab na?"
" Mere paas ek raasta hai- jahaan aap jitni marzi kama sakte hain, Income tax bharne ki jaroorat bhi nehi".
" Achha? Wo kya cheez hai bhai? Mujhe bataa, main bhi karoonga..."
"... Thik hai- kal se ek katora le ke aana apne saath, dono bhai saath mil kar mangenge..."
" Dhat sala".
@ copy rights: SANTANU CHANGMAI
August 5, 2010
July 31, 2010
PICK POCKETS & F'SHIP DAY
ONE:
I know some body who is more talented than the natural pick pockets.
He can lift 5 books from a shop at the same time- one book may have a hard cover & contain a thousand pages, it doesn't matter; He can steal them from a shop with four salesmen & ten customers moving around, He can pick books from a Book Fair and come out victorious without anyone catching a hint, He can do his work so clean, so precisely; He needs no tools, no assistants, no jute bags to carry the loot.
He may be a Kleptomaniac, He may do it for thrill & showmanship, but summing up he posseses all the qualities required to be a pickpocketeer. But he is not in the Gang yet because his work is more sophisticated, non-profit & consumes so less time (barely 15 mins.)
So he is now a part of an NGO who pleads people to plant more trees to make this planet greener.
A good career shift dude, congrats!
TWO:
We were in college then, my room-mate called up from his landline phone at home to inform me that he shall be occuring at the New Delhi Railway station after 2 days of travelling & manuring our country's railway tracks (u know about it right) along with other fellow passengers. I recently had bought a mobile phone (they were rare and costly at that initial period) to impress a girl who had offered to go on a blind date with me (now, that's another story).
When the day arrived to receive my friend, I boarded a crowded bus from a south Delhi Bus Stop that was heading to the Rly. Station. Within minutes, my mobile was gone.
I looked around in despair, tried to create a hue & cry, frisked the people standing near me, but it was taken.
I got down at the next stop, took a three wheeler & reached the station where this friend was waiting for me with all smiles and all his luggage.
What a price to pay for your Friendship which you never know would last how far! But till you can pull, give your best efforts, because a good buddy is some one who can bring tears to your eyes when u r smiling, and vice-versa!!
A real friend is so hard to find, and so easy to lose!!
Cherish the friends you still have, give them a hug or a call and tell them 'No matter how stupid or funny they appear when they sing, they are a Joy- a treasure'.
Wish you all a nice Friendship Day coming!!
3 Cheers!
July 29, 2010
my FAVORITE girls
"you are my special little lady
the one that makes me crazy" - justin bieber.
A few of my friends know me as an introvert, a few others know me as an outspoken guy; while a few more know me as a 'party-goer' with no time left for philosophy, a bunch of them think that I'm an workaholic, many of them know about my uncurable addiction for movies (i bunked so many hundred classes for catching the morning shows); a very close ones know about my meditation & other weird habits; some know it so well that I am such a digger for good food (specially if it is Punjabi or Italian) ; a few of them definitely call me a big "bore"; & to many I am still their " chaddi-buddy".
But the Funny thing is a very Few of the people who know me have the slightest Idea about the Favorite Girls I adore.
Of course I can't name all of them here, many of them are now using the surnames of their sweet hubbys, a few of them are building dream castles with their boyfriends, a few other are on the threshold of Love wondering if to fall in or out of it (love is like that), a very few of them are still lucratively single chasing the dreams they saw while they were teenagers; & a lot of them are busy shooting in Hollywood, writing, managing a company, or playing tennis or karate, or may be speaking in public and motivating them to do something worthwhile in life.
So many Favorite Girls, So many Favorite Women have been Created by god who drive me Crazy. Every one is special, Everyone has a unique Charm in herself, everybody has got a glow in her that pulls the bug in me like a magnet to glorify my 'bugness' in 'her glow' amidst such a dark world in such irresponsible times.
Be it Hillary Swank, Paris Hilton, the Old bollywood's Nutan, the lead singer from Pussycat dolls, an unknown Face from the page 19 of an Infamous magazine, my junior's sister (2 yrs elder to me), a girl 13 years younger to me, a girl who works for a magazine & writes blogs to show how romantic she could be; the girl i met in an unplanned visit to a Gurudwara, the girl who was dating her guy & was pulling his hair to give him the look of a 80's rockstar; the one whom i have not yet met, & may be will meet tomorrw & many days that will be coming- all of them are my favorite girls.
Like The Big Guy said in mahabharatha the only thing you can do is to ACT & not expect the result (can you do it in real life?). So many nice, sweet girls, so many favorite girls, & such less time to let them Know that 'They Are'.
Of Course You Can't go & propose them All!!
But that's the Least thing you could Do! Or tell 'her' that she is one of your Favorite Girls!!
At least to make them feel better even if it may last only for a moment...!!!
the one that makes me crazy" - justin bieber.
A few of my friends know me as an introvert, a few others know me as an outspoken guy; while a few more know me as a 'party-goer' with no time left for philosophy, a bunch of them think that I'm an workaholic, many of them know about my uncurable addiction for movies (i bunked so many hundred classes for catching the morning shows); a very close ones know about my meditation & other weird habits; some know it so well that I am such a digger for good food (specially if it is Punjabi or Italian) ; a few of them definitely call me a big "bore"; & to many I am still their " chaddi-buddy".
But the Funny thing is a very Few of the people who know me have the slightest Idea about the Favorite Girls I adore.
Of course I can't name all of them here, many of them are now using the surnames of their sweet hubbys, a few of them are building dream castles with their boyfriends, a few other are on the threshold of Love wondering if to fall in or out of it (love is like that), a very few of them are still lucratively single chasing the dreams they saw while they were teenagers; & a lot of them are busy shooting in Hollywood, writing, managing a company, or playing tennis or karate, or may be speaking in public and motivating them to do something worthwhile in life.
So many Favorite Girls, So many Favorite Women have been Created by god who drive me Crazy. Every one is special, Everyone has a unique Charm in herself, everybody has got a glow in her that pulls the bug in me like a magnet to glorify my 'bugness' in 'her glow' amidst such a dark world in such irresponsible times.
Be it Hillary Swank, Paris Hilton, the Old bollywood's Nutan, the lead singer from Pussycat dolls, an unknown Face from the page 19 of an Infamous magazine, my junior's sister (2 yrs elder to me), a girl 13 years younger to me, a girl who works for a magazine & writes blogs to show how romantic she could be; the girl i met in an unplanned visit to a Gurudwara, the girl who was dating her guy & was pulling his hair to give him the look of a 80's rockstar; the one whom i have not yet met, & may be will meet tomorrw & many days that will be coming- all of them are my favorite girls.
Like The Big Guy said in mahabharatha the only thing you can do is to ACT & not expect the result (can you do it in real life?). So many nice, sweet girls, so many favorite girls, & such less time to let them Know that 'They Are'.
Of Course You Can't go & propose them All!!
But that's the Least thing you could Do! Or tell 'her' that she is one of your Favorite Girls!!
At least to make them feel better even if it may last only for a moment...!!!
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