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Curses and Kisses

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After a tough ride through metro traffic, driving in an empty colony road is bliss. I was whistling as I was riding my bike in some pleasure. This was one part in the ride which is within the colony yet is disgusting. The road is just too narrow to enjoy any ride through there.

A little bitch started playing on that road, and she did not respond to the booming sound of horn from inches close to her. I looked back to see if there was any change, but the girl continued playing. I turned my bike back to her planning to counsel.

On the way, I cursed god for not giving the children, maturity by birth. God made me realize that he gave me the maturity to drive slower and plan better. I cursed her parents for leaving her so irresponsibly on the road, and I was struck with questions on how to control my child – I might probably have one. I cursed the narrow road that disturbed my mind so much by now, and it reflected on me, making me recollect that unlike the road, my mind should be broad to accommodate these disturbances. I cursed the bike that did not have technology which could enable a more intelligent driving. That struck me with the essence of being human.

I had already turned the bike towards her, and now I stopped cursing. I looked up and down, and started searching for something which I never knew what it was in that moment.

By the time I returned home, I remember that I met a nice little girl and gave her a cookie asking her continue smiling. My hand met my cheeks for a little examination of some good experience I had a little earlier.

One may not know what one wants, but would get what one needs.

Job Satisfaction

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I am again at a wedding. This is the best part of my job. We attend more parties than anybody could imagine. Receiving a pat-on-the-back from the visitors for tasty food can be a delight for us, chefs and caterers.

What we do is the most satisfying job of all as I see. We cook and we serve, and we see happiness as we kill hunger. The service aspect of our job is challenging, as it is thrilling. To take care of the requirements of a hundred people sitting on either side in a short lunch/dinner span of thirty minutes per batch is a great skill that only we possess. I guess, the modern management and technology can take lessons from us.

This wedding is a little special. The groom’s parents’ have decided to feed a thousand blind and backward children. Though we regularly feed kids with the leftover food from parties, it was special to be able to feed them under a shelter like the venue for this wedding.

The situation turned a little sour, as I ran into enquire. One of the kids playing with his team threw something into the hot soup that was ready to be served. God’s game, I had to think. The groom’s parents who had this good thought of feeding children now started blabbering about the kids.

I do not know why I said that, but I said,

“Sir, do not curse. We would make another soup ready, immediately.”

This meant that I had to pay from my pocket for the new soup. But it felt better after saying that, even at a cost. I requested the co-chefs to leave the platform to me to make the new soup. I was busy.

Little later, I felt somebody pulling my pants, and it was those kids. The smiles they had, and the kisses they gave had the ultimate pleasure from any job. I made myself few honest friends, the kids.

Friends come to you, because you are ready.

Whipped Dreams

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We consulted many friends and relatives to make this travel plan. Against a general public preference, railways, this time we booked a cab. That was the safest means we could think of!

My Kids are having a great time with the prospect of this journey. They have added springs to their shoes; such was how they were jumping all over the house. They took it upon themselves to pack their bags. They were more responsible, I must say. They have pressed their clothes and packed them neatly. The stuffing of their bags indicated they had various other things too, including the digital camera they love. I am sure, the kids were more happy than I could describe. Perhaps, I felt the same when I was a kid once. Kids’ dreams are just so exciting, and the happiness I derive by fulfilling them :-)

We fell asleep. We had to start at 4:00 AM tomorrow.

I heard my mobile phone disturbing. It was 01:00 AM, a call from the cab service. It was annoying to receive a call at this time of the day. It is just too early! They, the cab service, cancelled all their bookings due to the region-wide strike for a separate state. Oh my God! That is exactly what we did not want to happen so soon. I couldn’t help it much.

I could not close my eyes, imagining the despair my kids may feel. It is not very often that kids got a chance to use their camera, at least. It was 3:00 AM and my kids woke up. I stood in front of them with the bad news. The younger kid went back to bed with a sigh, and the elder one demanded a replacement for the joy he lost. All I could do was to give him a book I recently bought.

The book was ‘Two States, the story of my marriage‘ by Chetan Bhagat. I am not sure if it is appropriate, but it certainly did not contain state politics to deny them their share of joy.

I guess, Politics is crooked plan, successfully implemented.

Fantasy

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The mall is a very busy place in the town. He is the guard for this mall’s parking lot, attentive and really busy. Suddenly, he started shouting and running towards the vehicles. Perhaps, he found some disturbance to deal with. He came out smiling, now, accompanied by two kids.

The kids have not grown up enough to be walking only with the strength of their legs. His hands have supported them here. The kids made a face that tried to convey they committed no crime. I imagine they were still answering the shouts of the guard when he went in. Kids after all!

He made the kids sit on a bike, parked in a corner, still shining to excite kids. Looking at those kids, I wonder if fantasying is a gift of god that humans tend to lose as they grow up. The kids were making all kinds of sounds to support their fantasy of riding. They are riding, rather I must say playing, with all passion and style. One kid was emulating the driver and the other was bugging for his turn.

The guard started running again, this time silently and towards the kids. He was worried about the gentleman walking towards those parked bikes. That man was probably leaving the mall. The guard immediately took the kids away into the bushes on the other side. Now it was his turn to make a face that said he committed no crime. The gentleman promptly paid the parking charges, took his bike and left the place. It was not the same bike that kids were playing on. So the kids are back again, and it is another episode of all smiles.

I did not want to go there now. Let me enjoy this. It was my bike. I felt, my bike would have never be happy if I disturbed it now. Let me share the smiles too, from a distance though. I do not want to spoil their joy any bit.

Sharing would be common, if economics had not created emotional differences.