The Deadly Rickshaw Meetup
A couple of months back, while coming back from Jail (I mean office). Around 2:30 am, I met peculiar powerful rickshaywala. I was mentally drained and outraged about my circumstances. In throaty tone, I told him 'bhai pan ki dukan pe rokna'. I purchased fags, I start smoking one after one I smoked almost 5-6 fags.
Suddenly he questioned, What is wrong with you? Don't you love yourself or family? I responded in outspoken words, 'Uncle apko peni hai toh manglo'. While in this heated argument, we start chatting and I urged like an extremely psycho freak. At that time, I thought he is my best friend and we are having a normal chat about my personal space. I commence talking like a typical bechara in this whole globe. I do retrieve that I described him its surprisingly hard these days to shop. Why I'm so broke? Why I can't purchase Pajero? or why I'm not roommates with Tata or Ambanis ? I laughed, shouted and snapped back, oh my bad you are a rickshaywala (not in a hurtful manner). Why I'm discussing this shit with you.
The whole point of sketching this scenario is to unfold the precious milliseconds. Sometimes you never know who, when and where will acknowledge your undiscovered puzzles. He replied in regional language, 'Beta abhe chotay ho jitna hai utna mein khush hona seekho'. In other words, he explained rare sounds. We all are different; we should not compare our life with others. As we all are breathing for a goal. We will identify our hidden objects later on till then patience is the only cure.
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