15/3/2009, Sunday...
It was 3 pm, Sunday... District Centre, New Delhi - a bright sunny day with a 'sea-breeze' like coolness in the wind.After two days was Holi and there was that same kind of frigid festivity in the air that is 'rightly' associated with the metros.
A black Mercedez came to the roadside parking lot.The chauffeur got down and opened the rear gate.A semi-clad, 'BEAUTIFUL' girl was sitting there at the back seat, putting on the 'MAKE-UP' that'll make her look without any 'MAKE-UP'... Hypocrisy ? Yes and 'No'.. No because she never told me that she had never put any make-up( nor did i tell her that she was beautiful..!!). The girl, bodaciously, stepped out of the superb hallowed metallic precinct and on her 'HIGH' heels walked towards the district centre. Just another rich and 'pretty' girl chutzpah.
Everyone over there looked at her, with 'their' lusty eyes at 'their' brightest. Among 'everyone' was a labourer, 'not handsome', semi-clad though, preparing mortar for another 'upcoming' shopping mall.(I wish there were these many football stadiums in 'our' city instead...). All eyes, including his, were on her and followed her from the time she appeared to the time she disappeared.
But was the labourer too, like everyone else - a satyromaniac ?? Again Yes and No... But this time a 'No' for me.
The labourer's eyes were the last to 'catch' her and the first to 'drop' her.He again started preparing the mortar which will help another concrete structure in 'our' city to come up and a place where another of these 'lusty and indecent' incidents will occur..!! He was not a satyromaniac.He just looked at the 'LADY luck' the girl was bestowed with and the despondency he lived in.He contrasted his sordid and excruciating life and the bright, sunny day and cool wind like life of the girl.A life which was as distant from him as an ocean is from 'our' city and as veracious as death.
I don't know what 've i written and why 've i done that. I don't know if anyone can ever interconnect my sporadic thoughts.I don't know if someone will ever try to. But do i care ?? ... i never did... n i still don't...))
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6 comments:
There will b many people in this world who vl look at so called 'beautiful girls' everyday but very few vl look at just an 'ordinary labourer', u r one of them. u r a very nice person n a genius too,excellently written , keep writing.
very nicely written bro..!
loved the fact that u cud respect even a small identity in this busy and disgustingly hypocratic world. applause for u:)
frankly speaking, i never expected you to be writing like this.
But after reading this, i can safely say you have an eye for small things. Seriously, i would have never noticed it like that!
that was indeed a good piece...
as others have righteously said- u do have an eye for small things...guess you have derived that from u being an engineer!
The description is amazingly vivid..
' A life which was as distant from him as an ocean is from 'our' city and as veracious as death.'
These poignant words made me sit and wonder at my own indifference. Very well written.
@ divya - thanx.. n hey am no genius... completely wrong...
@ chhaya, hitesh, unleash (ur name ?), ashish - thanx a lot for reading frenz...
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