This was written as a comment to the post "Worlds of our own". But I think it should be published as a proper post. Relates to rains on 30th Jun 2007.
Yesterday, was pouring over here in Mumbai. Dark, pleasant and romantic climate. I will just put forth before you, two events I witnessed, maybe the reader would link them, or just find them to be two independent events. I leave it to the imagination and emotional point of view of the reader. But I would be happy if this piece of writing would just evoke a thought process and realization of things in life which we tend to oversee in the hustle-bustle of the everyday chaos. No self realization-session to be started. Just an observation on the roads.
I was on my way to the station to make an attempt to reach my workplace. Even though at the back of my mind, I had a feeling that I would not be able to reach office succesfully, but the regular Mumbaite definitely makes an, most of the time futile, attempt of being 'normal' and 'regular' during such occasions. I saw an uncle walking on the footpath ahead of me, dressed in a windsheeter, cosy and comfortable in the rain, enjoying the walk with his dog. A very handsome small doggie, with a cloth shirt....I mean it, dressed up and the cherry on the cake was that the uncle was holding an umbrella over the dog's head so that he or she doesn't get wet. I just stared and gave a smile at them. I reached the station and was waiting for the train to arrive which was very late than its scheduled time because of the rains. Suddenly I heard a small clatter behind me and turned to locate the source of the sound. There I saw one uncle who had slipped because of the muck on the platform due to rains. He was a guy who probably sold idlis and earned his living, a road-side vendor. His saambar and chutney had spilled completely on the platform, idlis were intact. But he just stood there watching the spilled food. His entire day's could-have-been, would-be earning...
That was just another rainy day in Mumbai...
Yesterday, was pouring over here in Mumbai. Dark, pleasant and romantic climate. I will just put forth before you, two events I witnessed, maybe the reader would link them, or just find them to be two independent events. I leave it to the imagination and emotional point of view of the reader. But I would be happy if this piece of writing would just evoke a thought process and realization of things in life which we tend to oversee in the hustle-bustle of the everyday chaos. No self realization-session to be started. Just an observation on the roads.
I was on my way to the station to make an attempt to reach my workplace. Even though at the back of my mind, I had a feeling that I would not be able to reach office succesfully, but the regular Mumbaite definitely makes an, most of the time futile, attempt of being 'normal' and 'regular' during such occasions. I saw an uncle walking on the footpath ahead of me, dressed in a windsheeter, cosy and comfortable in the rain, enjoying the walk with his dog. A very handsome small doggie, with a cloth shirt....I mean it, dressed up and the cherry on the cake was that the uncle was holding an umbrella over the dog's head so that he or she doesn't get wet. I just stared and gave a smile at them. I reached the station and was waiting for the train to arrive which was very late than its scheduled time because of the rains. Suddenly I heard a small clatter behind me and turned to locate the source of the sound. There I saw one uncle who had slipped because of the muck on the platform due to rains. He was a guy who probably sold idlis and earned his living, a road-side vendor. His saambar and chutney had spilled completely on the platform, idlis were intact. But he just stood there watching the spilled food. His entire day's could-have-been, would-be earning...
That was just another rainy day in Mumbai...
