Home, Sweet Home…….
So, finally I landed up in Agra in the chilled morning of December 13th, missing my b’day @ home by a whisker. The thing which I am feeling since last six years and probably for many more to come is that nothing has changed in this city………
U jump out of train only to see some families cooking their morning diet (and most probably the only one) of the day in open air on the platform…….their faces were deeply groomed …… a small kid of about 2 years was playing near the railway line, and his parents were totally unaware of the fact that a speeding Shatabdi cud actually take this child away like anything….but wearing a small piece of shirt, which barely covered his upper half, he looks at you with a smiling face……because he has no idea what winter season is, he is busy playing with mud…….
I wonder whether we are really growing at over 9% or is it just a hoax……Probably, the funnel of our economy is much skewed…….You pour 100 crore at the top and u will get just a rupee out of the bottom for these ppl……..
With these thoughts, as soon as I came out of the exit gate……I saw a bunch of taxi/rickshaw wallahs who were busy scanning every passenger…….These guys are very smart fellows…..they interpret the passenger quickly and then target only one (just like a lion scanning its prey before running after it) J. And yes, the families with a female are hot targets of these ppl….. (Probably because there is a very low chance that these families will refuse OR may be because of typical human character)…….
As I was a lone character looking at them ….. “arey yaar, koi mujhse bhi pooch lo”…. Ah, finally I found an old chap lying on his rickshaw…..Uncle ji, chalenge kya…… And his reply was, “kya saab subah subah utha diya”….. As in, I am a rickshaw wala and I am going to pull him….. Voila…!!!
Kitna??? I asked……At this, he replied….. bees Rupaiah….. WTF… I have no idea that the inflation is increasing faster than Saurav Ganguly’s return…. My God, last time tak to 10 hi tha….
Saab, bauni (first income of the day) ka time hai…..chalna hai to chalo……
Now for the first time I was experiencing the importance of Demand-Supply theory which I read in my term 1…..Otherwise till now it was all in books….. J
“Arey ab kya hua…chalo bhi…… “
“Haan saab, ek bidi sulga lein…..”…..
Holy shit, this man’s family might not get a day’s food, but he will definitely have tons of bidis in his working day….. Probably he is contributing more towards 9% growth in GDP rather than Ambanis and Goenkas….
So, here I am………sitting in my Lamborghini visiting the city……… thinking all over again and again….this city will never change…… same bumpy roads (u will actually swing to and fro more than the ball which has been just released by Wasim Akram)
Same Holiday Inn, which reminds you of some promise…….then finally u reach home……….and inspite of the fact that u r loaded with n number of sweaters, ur mommy will always says ki kuchh kapde nahi hai thand mein pehn ne ke liye… J
And when you sneeze a bit, she will just quickly make u to eat a paan (beetle) filled with adrak, honey, pepper etc etc……….and believe me, it really works……
And just compare Agra with Lko railway stn…….here in lko, its not one-to-one mapping…..rather its many-to-one because all rickshaw wallahas will jump on you just like a bunch of convicts who were thr in Tihar Jail have just come across Mallika Sherawat……….
Haan saab, hotel mein jayenge…..pass hi mein ek hai, chhod denge aapko……..Arey kahan jayenge, bataiye to…..
And when u ask him for IIM……he will vanish faster than speed of light…..because he knows he is wasting his time……..and urs also… J
But in spite of all these messy things, u wish as in these moments come again and again……..baar baar chutti mile aur baar baar mein ghar jaon…….because wherever u r, thr is no better place on this Earth other than ur Ghar.
