On 2nd August 2006, I landed on Heathrow with my landing card in the hand and keeping a close check on my luggage. I was foolishly apprehensive and the confidence I gathered over the period when I was away from home was proving a little short of the required levels.
4 days without sleep has fueled all the unnecessary problems right from headache to weakness in the limbs. I was somehow eager to get out of the terminal and reach hotel to sleep.
The thought of being on the other side of the globe was not helping the matters either. So, I did what I always do in such situations "Just keep your mind and mouth shut and act like a machine at work with zero thought process" and believe me it works with some effort.
So, this August, I completed my one year in this city of Joy i.e London and I really love this place for its spirit, food and places. Though the weather sucks at times, still the other factors overshadow it. The things that I miss here is "Gwalior" and "Family" and missing them is nearly part and parcel of every IT guy's life and somehow I feel that love grows exponentially with distance. There is much more to write and I surely will but as you can see the flow of words is not coming up and am really struggling at it. So, will take some time to re-align my thoughts and jot down something worth reading.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Its a matter of 5 rupees.
Well folks, I am back. After a long time, the whim raised its head and enforced me to jot down something. However, all the excitement and enthusiasm died long before I started writing this article. This is the most humiliating experience I have ever gone through.
A few days ago, while I was casually loitering in a bustling market, I noticed a ramshackled old woman travelling from pillar to post for a few pennies. She was hesitatingly pleading to everyone for some money. My hand reached the pocket and I searched for a rupee but my search ended with a five rupee note. For a moment, I considered myself as some "Raja Bhoj" and gave that note to that boodhi amma. For a moment, she gazed at that note as if some secrets were written by Mr Y.V. Reddy on it and now this poor old lady is burdened with the responsibility of its decipherment and then suddenly without giving me a chance to move, bowed in front of me to touch my feet. I was shocked by her behavior and felt ashamed of myself due to no obvious reason. Passers-By gave me such a snorting look as if I had commited a crime nothing less than a felony, a few even discussed my act as outlandish.
However, I hardly care of what others think of me but still this incident left me aghasted.
I was moved by that old lady's reaction. To us, 5rs is a negligible amount and most of the time, we go to cafeteria and pay 100rs for some bakwaas items and here we see a poor lady who instead of resting on her bed with proper medical care is begging on roads and we sitting in some barista or CCD, discuss which movie is about to come or which girl is hot and is still free or got engaged with someone?
I am living in an alien city and spend a few bucks here and there but I still remember that budhiya's morbid face and lament voice which questions my way of living at every step.
A few days ago, while I was casually loitering in a bustling market, I noticed a ramshackled old woman travelling from pillar to post for a few pennies. She was hesitatingly pleading to everyone for some money. My hand reached the pocket and I searched for a rupee but my search ended with a five rupee note. For a moment, I considered myself as some "Raja Bhoj" and gave that note to that boodhi amma. For a moment, she gazed at that note as if some secrets were written by Mr Y.V. Reddy on it and now this poor old lady is burdened with the responsibility of its decipherment and then suddenly without giving me a chance to move, bowed in front of me to touch my feet. I was shocked by her behavior and felt ashamed of myself due to no obvious reason. Passers-By gave me such a snorting look as if I had commited a crime nothing less than a felony, a few even discussed my act as outlandish.
However, I hardly care of what others think of me but still this incident left me aghasted.
I was moved by that old lady's reaction. To us, 5rs is a negligible amount and most of the time, we go to cafeteria and pay 100rs for some bakwaas items and here we see a poor lady who instead of resting on her bed with proper medical care is begging on roads and we sitting in some barista or CCD, discuss which movie is about to come or which girl is hot and is still free or got engaged with someone?
I am living in an alien city and spend a few bucks here and there but I still remember that budhiya's morbid face and lament voice which questions my way of living at every step.
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