Friday, February 25, 2005

The Paani-puriwallah

The paani-puriwallah kid. (see posting below)

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Dress sense (shirt confusion - 2)

As I had said earlier (see posting below), my sense of dress is pathetic. And this can prove dangerous.
This happened some time back at a garment store. It was crowded. I lost track of my wife. And I had forgotten what dress she was wearing. After a desperate search, I found her and tapped on her shoulder. It turned out to be some other woman who despite my apologies looked at me like an insect. I found my wife after a nervous search after staring at several women.

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Thursday, February 24, 2005

To give or not to give?

When I was having paani-puri today, a small girl was staring at the paani puris. I felt sorry for her. Though she didnt ask, I asked the guy to give her one 'on my account'. She happily ate it, and after some time, started staring at the paani puris again. I did not know whether to offer her another. I thought it would be wrong to encourage her this way.
I came back till Mount Road. Now I felt maybe a couple of paani-puris more wouldnt harm her. I went back. She wasnt there. I felt sorry. I could have given her a couple of more helpings earlier itself.
Should I have given her or would it have been, as I said earlier, a wrong encouragement for her?

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The Shirt confusion

"You are wearing the same shirt for the third day!" My wife discovered this truth just as I stepped out for office. I am never comfortable with clothes (no no. it doesnt mean i dont like to wear clothes). Its just that i even forget what shirts/pants i have. I once wore a shirt and was surprised it was too loose. I kept wondering for sometime till my daughter came and accused me of wearing her uncle's shirt.
Once the ironwallah wanted me to confirm whether one of the shirts was mine. I had to come home and send my wife.

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Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Rajneesh

His name is Rajneesh. No. Not the Bhagwan. The pani-puriwallah in Ritchie street. He is about 10 years old and always looks nervous. Its natural, bcaus his tamil vocabulary gets exhausted with a few words like 'ettanna' 'oru plate moonu roobai' etc. And to add to his discomfort are the local urchins who think he is from another planet.
I felt sorry for him and tried to ease his discomfort by talking to him in Hindi. My effort didnt seem to have any effect as his replies were only in monosyllables. But today when I asked him why there was hardly any pani in his pot, he unexpectedly gave me a long-winded explanation - how and why he brings the pani in a can, how much the pot holds, the size of the puris etc. I left after talking to him about UP and Allahabad.
I know I cant do anything for the kid. But talking to him will make him feel good at least for some time.

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When a sishya becomes guru

When somone, especially a woman, says I am her 'guru', whether you deserve the title or not, you are, at least for a few secons, on cloud nine.
And when the sishya inspires you to do something, she becomes your guru.
Valkannadi has inspired me to start scratching, sorry, start a trivia blog.
So, she is my 'trivia' guru. I am sure I cant match my guru, as I am have been somewhat of an introvert. But at least I talk nowadays.
I dont know I will be able to do it, as I have been accused of, by my friends and relatives, that I never open up.
But let us see, may be I can open up and match my guru, at least to some extent.

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