Those tit bits of happy moments

“Zindagi ki bhaag daud me rakha kya hai….yahi jeena hai yar to marna kya hai…”

Lovely lines ..well not by me.from movie ’lage raho munna bhai’ .But in real i came to know the true meaning of lines recently.From college to office…from dehradun to Bangalore and from being a carefree student to responsible professional….yup much changed. My biggest dream came true.Its not only a job for me it is a key of my self dependence and freedom which i always aspired more than money or anything else. But also some other truths came out of grave. Truths i knew but never gave much thought. Things like fast life of big cities, busy people, selfish people.I was observing things around me(what to do am addicted of observing now).The morning of people starts with running for buses with earphones in their ears.I can’t undersatand what they want to suppress voices around them or the voice in their heads .Whole day in office(I don’t think i need to elaborate that.Its more or less same everyday).In evening again running back for bus talking on cell. At night some fastfood as meal and facebook. That’s it …end of day. Anew day begins but old routine continues . Life goes on.I love this city…the job…but am not liking this routine. I believe that everyday should have something new, doesn’t matter how tiny miny it is.My schedule is also busy and tight but i found some tit bits of happy moments.

It always feels nice to see a smiling face and our ”SHINCHAN” bhaiya gives the most awesome smile.  He is cook,helper,watchman all in one, one man army of my PG. Basically from Assam and his real name is Shimang but he is so cute i prefer to call him shinchan like that cartoon character and the way he has his burst of laugh seriously makes my day.

Its only 15 minutes walking distance from my residence to office but on the way there is a temple.I haven’t visited it yet but in morning when i cross it i do nod and love the sounds of those bells.

Near office there is a school and in morning time its so nice to see kids with their dress on and with school bags running towards school. Always makes me remind my school days.

In evening occassionaly we have our ”Golgappa” parties  at our Allahabad wale bhaiya’s  stall who hates bangalore’s food but serve yumm golgappas.

Well these were just some happy moments of my day. I know not very happening but atleast  i don’t try to suppress sounds around me with earphones(I never use earphones on road) and who knows there will be many exiting and happening days. until then…Cheers

                           On The Other Side of Yellow Line

What importance a mere line could hold in a person’s life ?Hmm…people of north India specially NCR region are well familiar with metro and its yellow line concept. Well the one compartment on the other side of yellow line is reserved for women. Just a gesture of government for making safe and easy journey for fairer sex. With my many Delhi trips and spending enough time in metro my hyperactive brain was always observing all things around there and then it striked me Hey i too had a yellow line in my life and i did prefer to remain on one side of it. What created that line ?Even i don’t remember the circumstances. It surely wasn’t some heart breaking incident, or shocking revealation, neither some devasting accident …then what? May be it was created due to all the tit bit things happened (happens almost in every girl’s life) a smile taken wrong, genuine sweetness and care thought of wrong intentions, indecent touch, stares, in my case an additional factor was my one month journey by city bus during training period(after which i decided to avoid public transport as much as possible and am still on my vow).Also some passive  factors were there like a restriction on behavior, words ,even way of talking while dealing with darker sex and opposite to all this in the company of my community there was an acceptance ,no fakeness ,no twice thinking of what i have to say, to wear ,to behave. So from school to college eventually the line got darker and darker. And i never needed to get out of my comfort zone. I was so much far on the one side of yellow line that initial steps of closest friends were futile and i was adamant. But it happens ……just like…sometime you are just on time when metro is leaving and can’t run upto that line. It happened and it was like a new experience i was on the side of yellow line. Hmm…it was not that horrible that i had thought and imagined. Maybe i was overprotective for myself. Maybe some bad experiences were engulfing my thought process.

So finally i do crossed yellow line. Its not totally perfect still sour experiences happen but i don’t care now. Afterall now i have access to all the compartments ….not only of metro but also of life.