Maybe tomorrow.....
Sixth day after hell broke loose.
Sixth day after gutters entered your drawing room.
Sixth day after you and me waded through the dirty water.
Time :9.30 p.m.
Venue : Railway station.
Me, waiting for my sister...observing the people around (I cant help but notice people around me. Just do not have the ability to shut myself from the people around me).
I see : A Family. Mother in white shirt and jeans (calm disposition) . 2 kids and rather flamboyantly dressed father (a wannabe shirt with the digit 58 on his butt pocket..What the hell was he thinking!!) busy emptying the unwanted contents on the railway platform..Nonchalantly.
The tiny pieces of paper are thrown as if they belong there. There is no guilt, no remorse, not even the embarrassment of being "seen".
I do : Call him "b******" and all the other unmentionables I could think of .
I pick up the pieces of paper and throw them in the dustbin (I am very filmy,you see),while no. 58 goes red in the face, wife is shocked and the kids stare.
The former under my breath.
The latter in my imagination.
The moment passes. My sister comes along and we walk to the bus-stop, discussing our respective days.
The rains must be (at least partly clogging) because no. 58s litter public places and cowards like me just stand and swear noiselessly.
Don't know why no. 58s cannot see the connection?
Don't know what stops me from showing it to them?
Why won't same people dare spit/litter when they go to "phoren"?
I am no Medha Patkar, but the station and the road is mine too.
Maybe tomorrow... I will get hold of my voice.
posted by shubhada @ 7:02 pm
9 Comments:
deep man!
i dnt hv the guts to scream at them either but a glare works wonderfully! i hv tried it and the results are amazing. ok not that amazing but you do get your own back :)
nice work detective!
Dear anonymous,
Are you sure this comment is for my blog? There is nothing even remotely "detectivish" about this write-up.
Curious,
Shubhada
U have a voice thru this blog. Keep the energy going.
are you sure it was 58 and not 65 :-P
AC,
Am so tempted to divulge the significance of the no. 65 in our lives!
resist the temptation, shubhada. those who matter know, and you know that's all that matters :-)
Shubhada on an asinine note, Maybe tomorrow is a song by a group called Stereophonix - a Welsh band, one of my favouritest. Spelling wrong!! :)
Nice eet ees blog baby
long time no post. what is it that is up?
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