The guy with the messy hair.

I saw this guy on the tea stall while I was having tea with couple of my other friends. 12 13 years of age. Lean. Old cloths. Messy hair. Face with lil dirt on it. Still confident. Smiling. Ofcourse hungry. “Bhaiya samosa dena” – said the guy. “Kitne?” This was another guy on the other side of the huge stove on which there was a “kadhai” with boiling dalda oil in it where the samosas were taking plunge into.
The guy with the messy hair pulls out a crumbled 10 rupees note, unfolds it, hands it over to the guy on the other side. “jitne ajayen de do”. The guy on the other side pulls this stainless steel plate, puts one samosa on it, pours some green chutney, hands it over to the guy with the messy hair. He starts to eat it with quite ease and comfort. Calm. No hurry. Nothing. Finishes it off. Washes the hands. Drinks full 2 glass off water. Moves out of place singing some bollywood song with a feel of pride and fulfilment on his face.

I kept gazing that guy until he was out my sight. This scene made me go into deep thinking. This is what is “happiness” we all are craving for, i believe. Calmness. No hurry. Feel of pride. Feel of Freedom. Satisfaction – Happiness expressed with a random Bollywood song.

Right at that moment – while I was still looking like an idiot, smiling for no reason, and an image was blurring out at some distance as the guy with the messy hair moved slowly out of my sight – honk! honk! a busy man pressed his car’s horn hastily which brought me back to reality from my day dreaming and sadness took over.

Photo credit : – Internet
Written by : – @rahul singh


Kids with the “Tiranga


So, it’s the beautiful twilight hour, my office cab along with the other vehicles is moving slowly through the traffic jams. The radio is playing wonderful patriotic songs, and as I look out of my car window, I observe some kids with the “TIRANGA”

The weather is quite moist and warm outside but the shimmering rays of the sun diminishing in the horizon makes you dive into several thoughts. Those golden rays also fall upon the little kids who are holding thousands of balloons and many tricolors in their tiny hands in order to earn some food for themselves.

This panoramic view of “the kids with the tiranga” under golden rays of sun, took me back in time. To be honest, I have never seen Bhagat Singh, Sukhdev or Rajguru fighting for the country with my own eyes. However, I have an image that runs through my mind on how everything must have been at the point of time when we were not supposed to do anything of our own choice in our own country and how these great leaders and many others fought for almost 90 years to get us freedom. These kids now resemble to that image of younger Bhagat Singh Sukhdev and Rajguru running with the tricolor on their small shoulders. These kids represent the underprivileged but when I see them through those golden lights, I find that even though these kids do not have enough food to feed themselves, no roof for shelter, no education, no entertainment, still they have a Bhagat singh, a Sukhdev or may be a Rajguru inside them. All we need to do is make them realise that yes they are today’s fighters who needs to fight against their poverty, fight for their rights, fight for their education and become a legendary citizen of this country for which many “Bhagat Singhs” have already sacrificed their lives.

While I was still swimming in my philosophical pool, a shrill sound of car break brought me back and I find myself smiling like an idiot again.

Finally, getting out of my philosophical pool I step forward in life and stand with these lil Bhagat Singhs of today. Do you?

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Status : Online!

Raj143 : Hi!

Nandi.21 : Hello!

Raj143 : Hw r u…?

Nandi.21 : Very good! HBU?

Raj143 : Fine!!! ”

This was a yahoo messenger’s chat window, which I have downloaded recently and installed, as facebook and orkut are banned in my office and it is very boring to work in hotel industry, especially in night shift, when there are no guests, no any special work to do. You need to do something so that you can kill the time and it was my way to kill the time. She continued:-

Nandi.21 : ASL..?….plz”

This is the question; your upcoming conversation depends upon, when you are chatting online.

Raj143 : 22/m…. n u?

Nandi.21 : 22/f here…!

Raj143 : where r u from?

Nandi.21 : I am from Mum! N u?

Raj143 : Hyd!!

Raj143 : Hey! May I know ur real name?

Nandi.21 : why did you ask for a real name? huh?

Raj143 : Coz, there r so many fake ppl on Yahoo! You know.

Nandi.21 : yup! I know but I am not a fake. My name is Nandini!

Raj143 : Wow! A cute name!

Nandi.21 : thankx! ^_^”

Although it was not that cute, but you have to say sometimes to appreciate people. Anyways, girls always love to hear good things about them.

Nandi.21 : Hey! Whats ur name?

Raj143 : Yeah! I am Raj!! Naam to suna hi hoga! N of course its not fake.

Nandi.21 : hehehehe!! Yeah, a famous name!”

Now, she was consoling me.

Raj143 : I know…

Raj143 : So, Nandini! What do you do?

I used her name for the first time.

Nandi.21 : I study. I am a student of B.Tech Mechanical.”

Every second youngster is an engineer in India. I wanted to type but didn’t. Next message flashed on the screen:-

Nandi.21 : What are you doing?

Raj143 : I am in my office. I study and work both.

Nandi.21 : Hey! Its 01:00 am! Which office is open at this time?

Raj143 : I work for a BPO and it works 24 hrs.”

I completely lied to her, coz I hate my job.

  • Photo credit : Internet
  • Written by : Rahul Kumar Singh