After work, I was waiting at the bus-stop one evening at Piccadilly Circus for my usual 8:00 pm shuttle to Hounslow West. Nothing appeared amiss.
I had sub-consciously picked up an ice-cold coke can on the way and, glanced at usual faces waiting for the commute like me. Yes, although a city of huge-size such as London, our cloistered bus stop seemed to defy it.
Mind travels to samaj-days of 1974 while I wait for my bus
My busy work-day done, mind had vanished into taking a walk-down-memory-lane to my formative-years of samaj. Actually, Seethamma’s where 7th standard prayer-assembly students merged with high-school girls with rosy-cheeks, dimple-chin. Merger happening as a result of Seethamma’s condescension. Her benevolence showered on us kids for having grown-up without much bruises.
I was immersed into the scenario of singing Devi bhuvana mana mohini, nirmala sooryakarojwala…janani janani janaka janani janani
Truly, it was gratifying that other smaller class- kids would pray in rear-of-school in company of primary, nursery teachers and ayahs with cheap-attire, unkempt-hair.
But, we were elite! Our presence beset august gathering with Seethamma presiding over it.
Mind travels further-back recollecting glory of 1971
Mind wandered further on that crisp Saturday morning. It reminded that 3 yrs had lapsed since a similar prayer-assembly in school had highlighted India’s outstanding achievements of our times.
That was a unique day! It was 3 yrs since India decisively:
(a) Routed Pakistan in 1971 war, creating Bangladesh.
(b) India’s cricket team trounced West Indies in their fast pitches, finding a sensation called ‘Gavaskar’
(c) Rattled England’s cricketing pride like never-before in their own backyard with Bengaluru’s Chandra delivering his bowling-spell-of-20th-century.
Do you remember?
How Indira Gandhi although taming Zulfikar Ali Bhutto’s ego on one count, had hated the guts of a great Indian Warrior called Manekshaw?
Just because he did not agree to bend his principles.
He was hounded time and, again even tried to subvert his stature, for fixing him. She could not find the needle in the hay-stack. She was rummaging all his life.
Manekshaw, a phenomenon a-thorn-in-Pakistan’s-flesh. India’s first full-fledged 5-star general connected with the rank-and-file of Indian Army during the 14-day war like nobody else in the annals of world’s best of armies. His tenure was extended 6-months especially to be conferred with Field-Marshal rank, in 1973.
Then followed 2 more similar awards.
- First Army-chief, Kodandera Cariappa OBE, 5-star general in 1986.
- Ex Air-Chief Marshal Arjan Singh 5-star general conferred with title Marshal of the Air-force in 2002.
My mind remembered of the successful milestone India achieved in Nov’71. With Pakistan. Indo-Pak conflict concluding with A.A.K.Niazi unconditionally-surrendering to Indian Army’s G-O-C-In Chief Jasjit Singh Aurora at behest of our indomitable defence thought-leader Sam Framji Hormushji Jamshedji Manekshaw.
Despite Pakistan Army’s ploy to fall at-his-feet and, distract, Manekshaw coerced enemy leadership to shun dilatory-tactics and adhere to protocol. He was the cheerleader who directed Niazi to G-O-C-Chief Jasjit Singh. All in order just give credit where it was due, a respect to Army’s rank-and-file where it mattered.
How nice of him! Allvaa?
Mind resets again to 1974 while Karuna delays an announcement
Now, while memory-recall maps us to prayer-assembly of Nov’74, the allusion is on a backdrop where Pakistan is nursing-its-wounds, yet seething-in-revenge since 1971 as they had lost-face. India’s new confidence saw yet another breakthrough with first nuclear test in Pokhran, only adding fuel-to-Pakistan’s fire.
Samaj prayer singing done, Karuna, the monitor came running to read Newsflash
What News did she have to read?
She came smiling, nonchalantly layering her shifting-hairdo in right-hand as it ruffled to soft-breeze caressing her face. Clearing her throat, she grasped that miniature cute-little-book of hers in left-hand. Instead of reading newsflash she had gleaned meticulously, she said Good Morning! I have an announcement to make and, with Seethamma’s permission, I will make that after Teju’s sports-flash.
Everyone including Seethamma were propelled into an anticipatory mode.
A barrage of verbiage eager, curious, anxious, jittery, nail-biting, melancholy were all filling minds of 7th std students. Karuna had not given us even a clue. All she did was just stand there in her peaceful posture, and smile!
What will this short-girl with ruffled hair in a lemon-yellow sweater have to announce?
Tejaswini Niranjan shares sports-flash during prayer-assembly
Well, first things first, Seethamma showed a welcome left-hand gesticulating Tejaswini Niranjan to come-in, traverse through her role. Teju or Gunde Rao to her classmates after a drama-role she had done for annual-day. Tejaswini was good in reading one-liners from her miniature note-book perhaps purchased from VS & Sons, MS & Sons in Gandhi Bazaar or, at R.A.N.Stores in Jayanagar.
She was more business-like covering all sports right from hockey, volley, throw-ball, kho-kho, swimming, equestrian, fencing, table-tennis, water-polo, kunte-billey, gatkoney maney played with seeds (of casuarinas tree), pagadekai, chess, soor-chand, kunti-muttiso-aata, totally taking about 20 minutes of valuable time eating into time of first-period. Seethamma wanted it this way. She had mandated Teju to dwell on importance of sports on that day.
There was a lull in ambience.
Samaj Cricket Team – Unsung-heroes
While Teju’s deliberation was acceptable initially for the 7th std boys and girls….slowly it started sounding like a harangue. Yes, and, there were two reasons:
(1) Why so many sports covered today and, in detail
(2) Why not cricket? Especially samaj cricket teams recent glory…
Just then, Sujit, Harish, Balaji, Shivaram, Nani, Shekar, Shalini, RVShankar and, Marker’s son Narayana exchanged glances quizzically why Teju did not announce that samaj 7th std cricket team routed Bonda Vade school in VV Puram, or why she did not highlight samaj boys winning over Women’s peace-league opposite to national college? We could have felt happy the whole day.
Was it not a notable achievement?
Perhaps because teju knew these schools had such bad teams that sooner or later, whole-school would collapse like pack-of-cards. Teju like her illustrious mom, Anupama Niranjan, tried to understand factors that influence all-round development of a human being. Homeostasis!
The next step was to aim for spiritual tranquillity of inner-self.
Wow!, Teju! Way to go!
While that was a reflection on lighter side, you surely got a measure of samaj cricket team’s passion for the game those days. The glorious game of uncertainties.
Samaj batting order – Harish-Natti opening, Nani one-down then, the tail started. But, what a team! Most of matches there was no need for tail to bat at all. Nani, Natti, Harish used to finish the business most of the times. Ah! Yes, Krishna used to come at 5 down for some reason of Vaastu. He was a great finisher like Dhoni. He wouldn’t bat earlier even if you insisted.
Because 5 down was what Krishna’s hero of cricket of those days batted at.
He was a great admirer of Pataudi and, would wear the cricket cap slightly slant like Pataudi used to wear. Ask him today. He may just smile recollecting his boyish pranks.
But why was Krishna wearing a cap which had M.E.I.P written on it? May be only he remembers.
Similarly bowling honours were shared amongst Narayana, R.Srinath and partially supported by K.R.Rama Mohan. Paapa Nani could not bowl with his wicket-keeper’s pads, gloves, else may be he would do that too.
Karuna makes an announcement!
As promised, Karuna was back to make the much awaited announcement.
Some of high-school girls could not contain their excitement. The near frenzy atmosphere was spared as Seethamma clapped twice to demand everyone’s silence.
Karuna made the announcement! A premonition, of the Nostradamus proportions.
Awe-inspiring, globally-distributed samajites to be hijacked by technology one-day 40-45 years from today, kartheeka bahula panchami, by one of us present in this assembly today. She went on…
You are all advised to keep pitfalls of technology, human fallacy in mind and, take path-of-reasoning, righteousness always.
Many teachers seconding Karuna’s justification claiming some statements are like pickles. Her premonition would gain value with time.
Wow! Bus Arrives…
Big red-bus to Hounslow arrived exactly on scheduled time. It slowed down, doors swung-open as a caucasian obese-lady driver in pink-skin gave a wide grin. All right? She queried looking at me. Yes, thanks, and you? I spontaneously asserted not waiting for an answer. I did not expect her to. She keeps her peace by being nice, I do my part. Allvaa? I pondered.
I am riding a bus recollecting famous fellow-samajites living in UK
There were so many boys and girls from my school samaj who coincidentally lived either in England, Scotland, or Wales. But, so many in London for more than a decade. There were so many, that I have to draw you a table to share who-was-who and, how we identify each with their idiosyncrasies’ of early school-days. My classmates who lived around the place I lived were Sudhee, Shobha, Nischala, Karuna, Poornima, Madhavi, Shalini, Rekha. These are just a sample of boys, girls living in the UK. Especially these were calm, quiet and adorable kids. There were other stellar personalities from my 7th std. class who reached great-heights in life. Then, there were kids who preferred to think elite, breathe elite, stay elite, all in-style. However, they would be introduced, and depicted in time to come.
A note on Sudhee
Performing arts expert since his days of Krishna dance, Subbajji – Mono-acting, Cinderella, Nataraja, Punya-Koti, several other dance-dramas, ballets of international repute under the watchful eyes of his legendary father Pandit, Sri. T.V.Gopinath Das, his uncle Karigiri Achar ensured modest beginnings under tutelage of Prabhat Kalavidaru.
Sudhee was associated closely with the acclaimed group, known to have exotic costumes, musical accompaniments such as the rarely found reed instrument named solovox. His in-born zest for fine arts was nurtured, honed by several experts’ right from a tender age of 8 yrs. But, for samajites Sudhee was our korbey
The boy just took-off on this hidden-talent of his. A journey and, layer of achievements that has taken him places. He has performed at several arenas such as Carnegie Hall, NY;
Royal Albert Hall, London; Rudolfinum – Prague, Czech Republic; National Theatre and Concert Hall – Taipei, Taiwan; Bolshoi Theatre – Moscow, Russia.
Although living in US, he now advises on planning international events at Royal Albert Hall, as a director of Asian Performing Arts program under sponsorship of BBC.
But, hard to believe this same boy was carrying bag-full of books supported partially on his left-hip almost like a village woman carrying a small-baby while attending a village-festival.
If you ask him today, he may just smile or acknowledge that the shoulder-strap used to snap often due to sheer weight of the books. Paapa. Korbey!
Sudhindra, called sudhee for his near and dear, is presently directing a global project that focuses on creation of dance formations converging bharatha-natyam, kathak, kuchipudi, ballet, opera and, ball dance of west. The project is aptly termed as combined-confusion. Sudhee had studied at XLRI and, later spent much of time in India with Kalakshethra in South Indian city of Chennai.
A note on Shobha
Shobha, is a thorough people-networking expert who delved deep into understanding cultures of the world. She exuded the expertise through her participation in a project mooted by the Schubert Theatre to exploit communication, art and culture endemic to tribes in West Africa. Shobha is an avid traveller and, visits India whenever she is able to take a stopover in Mumbai amidst her hectic schedule.
She loves taking a break at least for her 1 reason. That being to buy authentic Chepekai in Gandhi bazaar circle.
Shobha grew up in Switzerland and, teaches German during her spare-time to kids of blue-collar workers in several suburbs of South London.
A note on Nischala
Nischala as the name suggests always showed clear interest in science with a special inclination to botany with affinity to crops, grains, pulses and, flowers. She is an ikebana-flower-decorator by academic training. Although, gold-medalist from Tata Institute of Social Sciences in Deonar part of Mumbai founded by the doyen of Indian Industry, Mr. JRD Tata. Her interests during her spare-time are what made her globally-known.
She is also a no-nonsense researcher with a skill to determine pattern of cultural projects connecting agrarian economy with rural folklore and entertainment. She has global certifications as an event-manager. Presently, she is advising the British how to celebrate birthdays in the true, exciting way during tsunami called Brexit. She is one of the advisers to house-of-commons on effects of birthday cancellations, and how to mitigate fall-out from events like rain and, acts of terrorism.
She advises Her Majesty on all annual royal-garden parties both in St. James Palace as well as, Scottish Balmoral. She is an avid speaker on Channel-4 highlighting on protocol and etiquette for formal-occasions. She is one of few in world who have been allowed to transcend protocol by her highness during private audience situations. Nischala, nonchalantly directs her sessions while the Queen watches.
Nischala is planning a surprise party for Queen’s 150th birthday in Balmoral Castle, Scottish holiday home to reigning monarchs and, British Royal Family. Nischala is known for her calmness in a stressful situation as well.
A note on Karuna
The name of Karuna needs no introduction. Hers is a household name amongst connoisseurs of art right from Avalahalli to Zurich. She has her skills two-pronged. Primary skills of monitoring have seamlessly blended with her interest to promote safe-keeping of the world’s art and treasures from all predictable risks. Karuna has advised both institutions as well as, the global whos-who individuals on planning their museums, living rooms respectively with a style-statement and, how-to monitor things in given ambience without compromising quietude and, tranquillity.
Karuna is the only person in world history who has been bestowed with a repeat leadership of a monitor in any school across globe. She was a monitor for more than 4 years in Seethamma’s Samaj and, a western delegation has chronicled her prowess of controlling the irate, unruly class of 3rd – 7th std kids during 60s. Now, a part of case-studies in UK incorporating the famous approach devised by her called the Karuna’s Approach to maintain peace and harmony in any organized activity.
Her work on building globally-distributed high-performance teams has been recognized by Ivanka Trump, daughter and adviser to the present incumbent president in the White House.
Although based in Automobile capital of the world, Detroit, she travels along with the President whenever he needs a trustworthy person to monitor the press releases.
This is to ensure that it brings a semblance of stability to the otherwise embarrassed White House staff in giving statements related to the Russian investigation and, on other hand to monitor the families of personnel working within White House and Pentagon to bring their forefathers photographs and, hang it wherever they want within the White House. Except the Oval Office.
Karuna brings all staff together in one big-hall and, asks them to keep quiet. If they speak or, get up to go for loitering in the guise of a bio-break, she writes their names on the board with her left hand. This Karuna-Approach seems to be bringing discipline into Republican camp in general and, Trump’s Administration officials, in particular.
She has peculiar requests such as a staffer wants to bring her aunt’s photograph and hang it in corridor just because the old and forgotten lady happened to cook turkey nicely 60 years ago, Karuna smiles and says, this is nothing…..
Karuna the quintessential monitor would go into annals of history for 2 reasons (1) As the most-popular monitor from Samaj, and (2) As an adviser who calmed the storm during a US Presidency.
A note on Poornima
Poornima, known as the most accurate counter of all times. She works with Census-Bureau in an advisory capacity after being known for having devised easiest-way of counting-people. Poornima says it is detailed socio-demographics statistics that underpins national-policymaking with population-estimates and projections to help allocate funding and plan.
Poornima is a Zahara-Begum scholar on human-settlements from Harvard Arts and Humanities School. She is a globe-trotter giving guest-lectures on methods of counting living and non-living things in this world.
Some of Poornima protégé’s are safe-keepers of National Population statistics, Artefacts in Museums across world. These include artists Anthony Gormley and Marc Quinn; the museum directors Sir Nicholas Serota (Tate) and Charles Saumarez-Smith (Royal Academy); curators Martin Clayton (Royal Collection) and William Noel (University of Pennsylvania Manuscripts Collection); academics Martin Kemp, Gavin Stamp, Tim Barringer, and late Michael Camille; and James Stourton, former Chair of Sotheby’s, UK.
A very affectionate professional by nature. An avid follower of famous MSS Group on WhatsApp, Poornima never says no to any requests to post stuff on the group. If she has not posted-it on WhatsApp, it means that she is busy counting someone or something.
A note on Madhavi
An Ornithologist, Madhavi was first to establish and, put across theories that not all birds migrate. According to her, a few species, such as partridges, never move more than a kilometre or so from where they were born. These are called sedentary birds. But they are a minority. Most birds will migrate.
The most famous are long distance migrants, such as swallows, which breed in Europe and spend winter in Africa. But you might be surprised to learn how many others are at it too. Even blackbirds in your garden in January could well be winter visitors from Eastern Europe.
At least 4,000 species of bird are regular migrants. That’s about 40 per cent of world’s total. But some parts of world have a higher proportion of migrants than others.
In far northern regions, such as Canada or Scandinavia, most species migrate south to escape winter. In temperate regions, such as the UK, about half-of-the-species migrate – especially insect-eaters that can’t find enough food during winter.
But for Madhavi, it all started by her avid interest to visit Bharatpur, Rajasthan, Ranganathittu, and last but not least Mandagadde near Shimoga in Karnataka, before relocating to UK.
A note on Shalini
Shalini, a banker by academic preparation, training has transformed into a banking expert focusing on analytics to understand dynamics of lending-loans to filter out risk of defaulters.
Shalini’s analysis of recent times are still in living memory as the Habib Bank of Pakistan was stalled by the US Government and, their assets frozen to reduce /eliminate terror funding across non-conventional routes across globe.
She is a senior faculty in Booth Business School at University of Chicago, and a peer of our erstwhile Governor of Reserve Bank of India, Raghuram G. Rajan and, often is tight-lipped on Modi government’s demonetization.
Shalini claims that her celebrity colleague missed the Nobel Prize for Economics this year by just-a-whisker to the well-known Thales, of same school.
Her friends do not pester her too much as; they construe her reluctance to react, as mannerisms in line with her sensitive ex-officio status. She needs to exercise caution in speech however informal, shunning allusion to policy actions from Finance Ministry that is yet to unfold onto Indian horizon. Especially before such news reach the people via public domain or media. She says, we have to eliminate wealth disproportionately getting concentrated with just few individuals.
She says CBI raids are good for promoting patriotism amongst corrupt politicians of rural-and-illiterate-background.
Rural folks especially kids should grow up with a dream that the world is a fair place for people’s efforts and, the world-is-flat as depicted by Tom Friedman in his book of a similar title.
If you ask Shalini how she is able to broker an ice-breaker with otherwise deep-rooted mindset of people to take loan-mela-way to richness.
She, simple quips…Good Question, But, it is as easy or, as difficult as eating masala-dosa in Vidhyarthi Bhavan, on a Sunday….if you ask me, she says.
One should have patience, perseverance to do anything that is worthwhile, she confides. Not bad for a girl who used to be so simple during her commute from Ashoka Pillar to samaj. Allvaa?
A note on Rekha
An environmental scientist who happened to understand and, even fore-warn, ill-effects of killer-gas that caused widespread damage and loss-of-life as evinced by fall-out of Bhopal Gas Tragedy.
Rekha who spent time in Bhopal understands demographics that inherently offered itself as a decoy waiting for tragedy, to setup such a huge Union Carbide Plant. The biggest outside of Union Carbide’s HQ in Danbury, Connecticut in US.
She has done extensive research on Methyl isocyanate, a highly toxic, flammable, colourless liquid, CH 3 NCO, used as an intermediate in manufacture of pesticides: The accidental release of a cloud of this gas in Bhopal during winter of 1984, killed more than 1700 people and injured over 200,000. Rekha is a lead-researcher with British Gas and, has been associated with flaring-of-natural-gas strategy formulations in an advisory capacity.
She plies often to Netherlands as required in chartered-flight to oversee a policy impact analysis under the aegis of Royal Dutch Shell Netherlands. Rekha’s hobby includes cooking, music of rig-vedic age and, shopping at Harrods.
When in India, Rekha loves a stroll on D.V.G. Road connecting Nettakallappa circle with Gandhi Bazaar. Often taking this opportunity to deposit her surplus US Dollars. Has run into Mahesha few times at the bank when he came for a similar purpose of depositing greenbacks.
Rekha an unassuming researcher on-the-go always has recently been awarded the coveted MSS 1974 prize for Outstanding Research on Environment studies involving HDPE polythene bags, for 2017.
Globe-trotters with mind fixation on South Bangalore
All these classmates were globe-trotters in real-sense of term as they criss-crossed the Bangalore-Mumbai, Bangalore-Frankfurt, Delhi-London, Bangalore-Chicago, Bombay-New York routes as though they commuted between Malleswaram, and Basavanagudi.
They were all pampered girls with a twinkle in their eyes who always wanted to celebrate Indian festivals the real Malleshwaram-way, and, Basavanagudi-way. No wonder, our renowned writer R.K.Narayan coined the word Malgudi to give this a unique identity.
Just that some artists aptly encashed it into a TV serial with commercial viability of fantastic proportions. It was made with simple-setting devoid of any pomp and ostentation. Exactly the way we grew up in Seethamma’s Samaj. Allvaa?
R.K. must be surely a thinker-of-calibre, a writer-extraordinaire, I thought – My mind looking for the ice-cold coke can.
Getting-Off one bus and planning the-weekend
The coke I sipped slowly had proved to be useful to quench my thirst most-of-times. It was a trophy I presented myself for having gone through a hard and exhausting day with composure. My mind was simultaneously foreboding if my connecting ride from St. James Park would be elusive again, due to prevailing traffic advisory.
Anyway, sooner I get home I can have a refreshing shower with good cup of coffee my mind reassured me.
Since it happened to be Friday-evening thought of weekend-movie plans with new-found friends like Narasimha, Suri, living in Aldgate, followed by a couple rounds of cocktail single-malt at a pub near crossed my mind. Would I get to text other friends Shekhar in Brixton, Shanthalakshmi in Canary Wharf, Natti in Chancery Lane, Dayanidhi in Clapham North, Kathyayini in Ealing Broadway, Suresh in Earl’s Court and Prabha in Farrington.
Just then I overheard a fellow passenger say to his wife, Queen has Kohinoor Diamond, I have you. Woman retorting in turn, So you think Kohinoor is a girl?
Exactly that moment, the husband’s reply getting buried amidst the din of a roaring fire-engine.
But, I thought to myself: If Kohinoor was indeed a girl then, she would have studied at some point of her life in samaj. Allvaa? My Senior? Junior?
She would be a graceful-princess all-gold studded off-course with the uncut diamond.
But, I must have been dreaming for sure. Allvaa?
Oh boy! “People Change their colours”!
I would feel the new-ones are icing-on-the-cake of other old-pals of samaj, core of foundation of MSS group. There are so many other stellar personalities who would be introduced in time-to-come, I pondered! Then I saw him!
He looked like well-fed and pampered adolescent boy, like what I was during samaj days. But, this boy was dressed like one from a well-off family.
He was holding out a polythene cover and trying to convey something through hand-gestures to a man standing next to me who looked like he was in his early 50s. The man who although looked confused, fetched out a 5-pounder from his pocket, and placed it in polythene bag. I understood that the boy could not speak. Then the boy approached me with a smile. He pointed at something on the other side of the road and then held out the bag. Everyone could see some 10-pound bills and 20-pound bills in the bag.
Although I could not understand what he was trying to say or what he was pointing to, I thought he must have some genuine reason for asking money. For changing his mind!
I too dropped in a 20-pound bill. He thanked me with a smile and went on to next-person. Almost everyone present there gave him a 10 or 20-pounder because he looked decent and I observed there were only 10’s and 20’s in the bag.
Arab’s unexpected altruism for a noble-cause
He thanked everyone with same smile. He then crossed the road. All this while everyone was observing him.
He then fetched out a 10-pound bill from his pocket, put it in the bag and gave bag to an obese man who was doing WhatsApp forwards uninterrupted. I knew it because the adolescent boy just then had scribbled Stop WApp on a scrap-paper.
I instantly recognized this kind-trouble-maker to be from somewhere near Minerva Circle. He was reprimanded several-times by several ‘citizens-for-austerity, groups.
Like samajites, people across various metros in India, wanted some regulation onto an otherwise unbridled dissemination of God’s images in GiF format, videos, via WhatsApp. Some of them having pre-cursor appended like a fatwa. Send this to 10 people in 10 minutes, else you will get stuck in silk-board traffic for 2-days, and the like.
Sending good-stuff to his friends, comrades while he wore a keffiyeh adorning himself with ray-ban aviator-glasses. His skin, body-language conveyed he was a thorough-bred businessman from south bengaluru.
He in-turn took a break from fingering mobile-phone passing the bag to a physically-challenged woman sitting on foot-path next to bus-stop on other-side of street.
Even from the distance I could see that her face lit up with absolute gratitude. And then both Arab-man and, adolescent boy walked away gracefully.
Confronting the Arab only reveals he is one of our-own
I was absolutely dumbstruck. So were the people around me. These people who would’ve at the most given her 1 or 2 pounds gave the boy at least 10 pounds. And as for me I may not even have acknowledged her presence and may have been engrossed in my own thoughts.
Arab-man walked calmly. I could not restrain myself anymore.
What are you thinking? Where are you from? Qatar, Oman, Dubai, Ras-al-khaimah?
Naanu Minerva circle hattiraa irodu, All calmly even without batting his eyelids.
I was pinching myself to confirm I heard a samaj-accent Kannada.
He further completed in English saying he planned to start-drinking beer in the company of his old buddies as a move-mandated by Vaastu. I thought he displayed his intellectual-side with a sense-of-humour. Although I felt-like offering to host him a party.
To celebrate his unconditional bag-depositing gesture with a UB Premium, single-malt, pakoda, cucumber, tomato-slices, home-made sandige of south-bangalore and, some frito-lays chips. May be there would be the congress-kadlekai, green-peas brought by suri.
Those actions of the boy put every one of us present there to shame and guilty of the-way we treat others who are less-fortunate than us.
I was still deep in my thoughts when my bus came. And I boarded it with tears rolling-down my cheeks and a smile on my lips. At that moment itself I knew that the adolescent boy’s endearing smile and her glinting-eyes would forever be etched in my memory and would never let me lose hope in mankind.
But, why was the kannadiga in an Arab-dress, sun-shades just doing postman’s job?
A million dollar question, indeed! Because, he was aged, he was forgetful?
No chance!, he was alert enough to look stylish. Allvaa?
In fact, on a similar situation earlier during his heydays, one 7th std. classmate had claimed, I am a calm, reasonable, god-fearing guy who sees value in displaying an altruistic gesture on women. I want to be a Vaastu consultant of sorts.
So my feeling was – Why will he not show mercy on a woman, who was destitute due to her sins-of-last-birth. I got a hunch on the Arab man.
Well, adolescent boy just mentioning WhatsApp, and the word pumpkin made Arab man’s eyes light up. They exchanged pleasantries though.
And, after the weekend-party, hosted this time by a person whose name was not Mahesha. Everyone was joyous. It was truly a homecoming for each classmate. They found solace in a camaraderie-unparalleled.
True to Karuna’s premonition, Technology disrupted samajites’ comfort, yet their calmness prevailed over Arab’s effort to hijack.
All including the Arab from Minerva Circle lived happily ever after!
And, the bus ride! a bit-more smoother…