UNEXPECTED LESSONS:
I m nt sure how many of all here knows abt d existence of this link?? And have that much time anyway to read once what all I write. Though it was my paper diary whch was personal and then I switched on to the e-way keeping 80% of my life open. So this is the difference now of mode of sharing and I neva was influenced by who is visiting and comments, I m happy thinking that I am sharing it on a platform were either whole planet can read or a specific lobby. No fingers r crossed issues wid this as to how many appreciate my writing and forget it next moment. But there r xceptions and human race has alwaz tried to win over “no expectation” and landed no were and m no exception.i do expect a mass to read and read n wait for more but then how many are concerned and why and in which way they are concerned so as to share their part of life going through my different phases of life. That’s all I do here, sharing d phases I recall. No, its not a vote of thanks rather just a feeling I developed in due course of time that its really special when anybody shares or devotes his precious time to something which wud perhaps not change their life for great and grand. So am here making rather trying to show my deep gratitude to those souls who have alwaz been clicking “enter” after linking to this URL. I never wanted any feedback coz I know I cant change the writing spree as I have alwaz believed in “I hate changes” which is nothing less than bullshit!! But that’s d way I have been waking n sleeping from last one fourth part of century. What if no one reads it and as a asshole I keep on writing referring and taking into account all those present in my life?? This wud be not heartbreaking but funny stuff. Just hoping and writing, wishing if someday I am not here and someone then realizes my worth whch is too late for them and I am no more there to forgive or love them, then these words of mine will perhaps bring them close to me in my absence and as they say words are immortal, and who doesn’t wants to be remembered for good or different??? Here I m no exception mind you!!!
Now am sorry for taking u all to English version of aastha/sanskaar/gurubani channel “satsang-ing” with not completely worthless but still less important thoughts of my own creativity. Sharing my last week was the sole purpose of hitting the keyboard but see I again joined the club of people who with their work have proved mind the fastest thing travelling around us. By changing completely the track I ought to hold myself. Now again m doing the same thing I did in last stanza, so before u move ur cursor to the top right corner for avoiding something “maata ka jaagran”types lemme change the stanza n light a regular to dwell myself in d swimming smokes of time, alwaz moving ahead.
My heart felt condolence to the victims family shattered by the “sandy” in America.
Lets get back to the first lesson I came close to during last fortnight or so. Some unexpected turn of times made me go to rajasthan on a very short notice and I did went and wrapped up d purpose of this visit. It was 29th oct I came to ndls paharganj station without a reserved ticket in any train for home. Though I knew one travel agency wid the name prince travels who has alwaz made the ticket available to me on a very short notice, as short as a minute before the train departure. I was eyeing a berth in mahabodhi which is d nly train whch runs from gaya to ndls and vice versa before shunting in yard.its timing is very good so I preferred as it arrives at gaya in d morning at 7 and gives u a full chance to carry on with ur work whole day as usual. I cudnt get a seat in that and was given option of poorva at 4.20pm or rajdhani at 5pm. It was 2AC hwh-ndls rajdhani I opted for and after paying him I asked him to look after my bag in his office and just thot to surf the pahargunj area once more. I had some lil food and one thing I wud like to mention is that in dis area you would find any cuisine you go for and any food item you know of. A range of dhabaas and restos and even bars will provide you with numbers of options making you go errr with the thought of which way to go and what I could miss?? You would come across many shops offering traditional stuffs from around the world and attracting the crowd, mostly foreigners and people visiting from other parts of country. Inspite of offering the same stuffs lined in all the shops they would never complain of recession and economy. Small shops with hardly the space to occupy a chair n table have crowded the space and this area is buzzing round the clock. Tiny shops do offer huge facilities as mentioned on the board they display. If you get inside a shop be it of anything and happen to share or discuss wid ur partner and somehow the shopkeeper hears ur whisper then that is one stop shop for you till you are in india. Whatever u need, mind u whatever they will serve you right there under your nose. Each shope thr has some unique feature of their own and some x-factor u can say associated.some are way old or ancient n other may be owned by a citizen of different country and many more to add.canali, Ralph,Gucci,Versace,jack n jones and all other creamy layer brands can find their brand accessories right here by just paying what a amul macho underwear costs. The most incredible thing is the varieities they offer. Here products go by the buyer’s budget and not buyers go by the products cost and brand. You can give a tough competition to the south ex guys sporting police glares and Hilfiger shoes by just spending less than a thousand.
They do have some sort of marketing strategy which is really intresting as well as annoying at tyms. The moment u step out of train on the platform someone somewere gets the vibe produced by ur shoes on the concrete and then till u r in capital someone is watching you and tracing all you want until they get a chance to come in the scene and serve you. They are no trained spies or undercover agents but the small bonds which forms a chain whose control is in the hands of a rich Punjabi or jaini or some north Indian sitting on the heap of all the white cum black collar business. Their face reading and ur body language prediction is the only tool they have to trace their type of customer. Not every one will disturb you and pull you in their car but the ones who know or observes you within seconds that what u need and what u can pay?? They have the rates of all the hotels in that area on their tip and you can say they are the oldest cum most efficient way of advertising and building rapport with customers. They are the moving mobile catalogues with each information feeded about that region or the moving delhi guide at ur service sir!!
Its never enough to sum up the paharganj legacy In any way for any scholar. Something are born to be legend and till the earth vanishes they have their legacy intact.
I had 2 hours before I had to board the train so I called a rickshaw puller and asked him to dive thru the market place and I jus wanted to check the area more keenly or you can say waste those 120 minutes. I have alwaz a habit of getting close to the people who often and mostly see themselves as inferior to me in any way.i don’t feel comfortable with this idea of theirs and just to avoid a complex distance I start with their native place and make sure he is open to me and relaxed to know we share the same earth and sky, what if our “happen to be” places are different?? I initiate so as to tell them that I too am absolutely from the same scene they r from and we can go walking hand in hand till some earthquake do us apart. That rickshaw puller was of my age only and through my previous encounter experiences I happened to calculate he must be from somewere in north bihar and he was. My next query if he is of my age group is about his education and family background. He was a student of part-one, which means first year of graduation. I was curious to know if he was a student in some DU college or what?? No, he was no way a student of DU. Back at his home he took admission in some college for his graduation degree and moved here to earn. Why so?? He wanted to study n study but his family in no way could afford even one time meal and then he decided to earn and learn. According to him his everyday saving is somewere around 350-450 and at the end of day he everyday goes to his uncle who works as a helper in some shop and deposit his saving everyday to him. He just manage two meals and that is it his expense is. His logic was saving everyday a certain amount, be it 300 or 450 for two months and then with his savings he would go to his village and sudy as well as help his family and invest the savings in farming or some sort of fruitful investement. And yes the investment he is putting into his studies after earning every two month is something a great deal for him which will make him a smart gambler. Once he run short of expenses and all his savings are spent in books and college and classes and fees of all sort he get back to his same job of rickshaw pulling and this goes on for him till he has a degree and a job were less physical work is required.the moment he finished this last line it was my stop were I had to leave his rickshaw and pay him. I couldnot collect my mind back from the pictorial representation I was going through as how hard days this guy has seen and still waits to see only to make his future and his families as well worth sleeping till late in the morning and fetching some reasons to go to bed late at night. I practically never met someone systematic as he was. This guy has beem trying to grab his oppurtunities be it rare only from the destiny and hardly anyone knows him in the crowd.yes he was no special in the crowd.thousands of lads like him are there driving and living but I am sure he will be known someday standing in the same crowd today he too is part of but in future he will just change the sides. Today he is at receiving end and may be when he wake up next day with yet another sunrise he wud be at the “received” end.
He was so subtle and happy with life that I was not able to face him when I thought of my antiques and all the demands I have been asking to my parents to fulfill and to whom he would be demanding and expecting and looking upto??? He mus be younger to me I guess and thr are people he is playing as a back-up to, he is giving them hope of a better future. There r people who miss his warmth as he is sacrificing the warmth for a beter tomorrow. These sacrifices are of priceless tags and could never be compared to all the sacrifices taking collectively I have come across in my life. I til date boasted sacrificing my so called infatuation bond gurlfrnd for my friend back in school and was centre of attraction among friends for being a great guy to do that. But is there any single soul who wud appreciate n applaud his sacrifices??? I know there are billions living in much worse condtions than him but is it necessary to advertise of their life, rather how they live?? Will they ever know what is the meaning of lifestyle and what sort of born-in features one should have to enjoy this lifestyle sort of life??? Will they ever know that hauz-khas village in delhi is not a rural belt rather one of the poshest locality to eat and shop on the globe?? We know so much and still sit with wrinkles as a result of scarcity of certain facilities and all and they don’t know anything about the world around them and often I find them happy n content running beneath the tree and soiling their body fighting with the destiny perhaps.
There are many queries which cropped up in my mind after writing through this piece, is something I wud die to answer for. Some souls similar to ours sharing the same space are vacant n empty with wishes and hopes and yet celebrating life like we do, the state of mind is same during the celebration and same is the hangover but the huge difference is satisfaction level. Some would abuse the last nyt party for loosing the business deal and some would cherish the night and move on without even thinking and counting about the moments they missed while in hangover. The reason is they have nothing to loosee and almost what not to achieve!!!
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