The lone man on the motorcycle

Took a ride with the ubiquitous three wheeler to help me weave through the incessant traffic. Impatient to reach my destination, i see commotion ahead.Cars, men and..something else.
A kid in his uniform lying on the road, his hand on his forehead. I put my head outside to get a closer look.

The boy is still.

A couple of passerby s' crowd around.
My eyes transfixed on the scene,my mind running up theories.But i do not move an inch.My lips eerily silent.
The three wheeler finds a gap through the maze of people and cars and takes me onwards...to my destination.
The last i see is a man on a motorcycle stopping to enquire, the only man to do so. I wondered aloud " That could have been me", the lone man on the motorcycle.

I still do.

Some days

Some days are just like that .Uninspiring.
Your pen aimed for the paper and it sits idly.Your mind.

The sheer mental exertion of going through the plains of the vast expanse of your mind to ferret out the little nuggets of sights and sounds of your daily life that lingers on long after your body has passed through the space is a impossibility in itself.
I try to concentrate.My thoughts wander and it returns back safe.A journey bereft of incidents, pain and joy.
I ponder the thought of sending it back again and decide against it.My eyes slowly close and the pen in my hand drops to the floor.

My thoughts wander again.Dreams shroud me.A parallel world in itself and i am once again lost in the wilderness of my thoughts till my mind becomes numb.

Well..off to tomorrow and a different point of view.

The Samosa man

I was hungry. Weekends have that effect.A late start and a menacingly growling stomach.If there is a single thought that requires proper and intimate reflection, it is this. 

Choices are the spoiler. I decided to hitchhike on the nowhere of decision making.

100 meters. I see a crowd.

The tea stall.

Well, there is one on every corner. For a country of a billion people obsessed with the drinks its the perfect panacea for a hangover of any kind.

This one is special. My heart leapt. The sight of the mounds of triangle tickled every gastronomic sense in my body. It also told me a decision has been made.

My Break fast and Lunch. Samosa and Tea with a hundred people. Young,Old,Sick,Healthy,Rich,Poor....All that mattered was the Samosa man and the lure of the experience.

 

The mornings of Everyday

Everyday.

The vehicles, the reluctant steps of little boys and girls, the cry of mothers after them, the clanking gates and ... the ring of the alarm telling me that the sun has long since risen.My heavy hands,they reach for the snooze as the eyes slowly peep out of its cocoon.

SHIT!!!Adrenaline Rush and...Im late...again!!!
Natures call, Brush, Bath, Roadside Poori and Gates of my office.
10:00 am.
Party Time Gentlemen!

Everyday.