Last Friday was just like the other days, travelling to Indiranagar on the back seat of Jaikrishnan’s newly bought 5- speed 2 stroke motor bike, ever since he lost his favorite 4 speed Rx 135, we had to travel on a splendor that he borrowed from his cousin, “what a hypocrite is this guy I murmured “! he is working for an EV company and loving 2 strokes. but he has been happy ever since the new ‘pdam pdam’ sound came into his life. Jaikrishnan’s looney tooney teeth shined bright after buying the new bike, I prefer not to demean him more at this moment since he drops me half way to the office everyday. I have to catch a bus from Domlur to Swami Vivekananda metro station everyday, and those moments makes me feel like ” flash” . I wonder whether time ever change when I wait for the green bus. It is that place on earth where the boring people comes to get the bus, may be bus stops are meant to a boring place in here with everyone fix their eyes on a small screen in their hand. Back in my village ” these were the places which initiate conversations about “America, CIA and Syria or at least about someone’s affair ” .
After alighting at the station, had to walk a bit to catch the next bus to Kasturi- nagar and while I walked through the broken footpath, I saw a woman with a child in her hand, the kid was giving hand gestures that he is hungry, his mom hugged him tightly as I walked past them in a hurry, I saw his elder sister, barely 4 years old, gave her mother ten rupees after selling a pen to some stranger, I didn’t look back to see her pleasant face, I just hoped that it would be a happy face and moved forward.
What is wrong with the Sambar in Karnataka ? it is sweet and I don’t like it, but I wanted to have idly for breakfast and had to rely on the sugary Sambar, dipped two soft idly’s in mint chutney from Ganesh Bhavan Restaurant and finished my breakfast. I always wait a bit more and take extra care before crossing the road, looked left and ensured no vehicle is coming, looked right,, o.. o… , Another woman in her mid forties( this description seems to very bad though), she is so tall, but skinny and had that walk of ” The bride from Kill bill”. Instead of a sword, she had a mattock in her left hand. I wondered if she is the real iron lady of India, her appearance suggests that she has been working hard for years that only work can push her to tomorrow. Two ladies on my way to work showed me that they are having a tougher life than what could I ever imagine. I rushed through the morning session and went to have lunch from S.K Tiffin center, a place where you could get some spicy paneer fried rice, the cheeky owner gives only a little for the money we pays for it, but it still tastes delicious. With a half filled belly, I walked back towards the work space, it is a 20 min walk, a park nearby provides good ambiance to the love birds from arts college, I just don’t know whether to be happy for them or be jealous, then I have to walk past a place where it seems like whole Bengaluru waste is dumped, despite of the hostile conditions, few women were cleaning road and the one the right hand side took a purse from the garbage, it was teared down from sideways, but she was satisfied with the glittery finish of the purse, she tucked it inside her dress and continued to broom the road, for a moment I remembered the purse that I bought for my mother couple of years ago – A River Island purse, she values it as an ornament, only takes out for special occasions, I could only imagine the happiness and joy this strange lady could get if someone would have gifted her one purse. But is it just about the materialistic things that makes us happy ? NO, but we humans prefer temporary happiness over a viable normality, we always need to go up and down through the life, that only helps us know our own limits.
Three ladies impressed me in a single day through their hard work, resilience and hope. on my way back to the room, I had to carry the helmet I used in the morning journey and at times it is very hectic inside the public transport, since the aroma of Bangalore pleasant to your nose, you wish to have a wind or breeze all the time even though it is so cool. I am very bad at sarcasm, I believe people are either thinking that am stupid or mean when I try one of these. After beating the Snail, the bus finally reached silk board, walked past the people who waited for Marathahalli buses and a guy who sells seva puri ( love to taste it one day though), I saw this lady selling corns on the road side, I love eating burned corns, it makes me feels like a squirrel when I munch it from left to right, I asked her for a corn, she took one from the batch and put in on the flames, the smoke flew past through face and nose, I coughed, she put some masala over it with her bare hands and squeezed a lemon, this time am not worried at all about her hygiene ” I didn’t know why ” , gave her a 20 rupee note for the delicious corn. With a bite full of energy and flavor, I walked towards my room, but it was my mind which got filled before the belly, because of a thought that she ain’t building an empire with her corn business here, she is surviving, she is not competing with anyone, she is trying, she is trying it everyday to live, we need to see these kind of people in our everyday life, they don’t need our help, we need them to know what it takes to become a person like them. #richgotrich #poorstaypoor
Four beautiful ladies with four careers or shall I say “life” showed me this country is not just about men, the audacity of these women taking us forward, I wish all these four get a colorful life ahead, Wishman surely granted all their wishes from Bibowak, and hope to see the yet to be seen very soon – THE FIFTH. 
wishesofmen 