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It took damn SIX years for switching a seat !!

“Excuse me madam !! this boy is pinching me always, I wanted to switch my seat.”
“Okay. You stay here, Viswa Take your bag, go to the last bench and stay there for the whole term.”
“But actually mam !! I wanted to switch my seat.” I replied back.
“Shut up and stay in your seat Sam!! I saw the test papers and you failed. Don’t ever imagine switching the seat to the last bench.”
“Okay mam”, me replied with a sad expression which would help me at least to stay on the bench rather not on the floor.

This incident happened many years back when I was a kid and I was studying in school.

It was the time where untouchability and switching seats were considered offensive and criminal act, people some times were punished for this atrocity. I wished the future ‘me’ will have the right to switch anything and anywhere to his wish. Sigh !!

Many years later, I decided to switch seat from the left to right and I thought what is the big deal of switching..?? Duh !!
“Six months in prison, and if any road kill, it may end up in hang to death” he said.

“Oh Com’on !! This is unfair. Just a few inches to the right. huh !! whats the big deal about it..??” I asked.
”Please stretch out the hand little bit higher so that I can measure for a prison pajamas and gift it to you on the day of judgement” he said as if ” please press one to activate the hello tunes on your mobile.”

His quote made me think that I’ll switch the seat one day, not today but some day.

After waiting for six long years I finally decided to switch seat.
“But wait!! You need to master the art of balancing the clutch and the accelerator, the control of the steering, the unspoken driver’s language, the…….”
“Oh!! Com’on…not again you jerk.”
“Rules are rules buddy. After completing the course, you must attend a test in front of the Road inspector, and if passed you shall take the right side seat or if u rush it now I still have the gift wrapped for the day of judgement.”

I realized that I have a severe test-o-phobia and police-o-phobia. Okay I need a hammer to shoot on my face. Shit !! I meant that I need to pistol to break my skull. Oh Com’on !! U brain arsehole.
Either the police test or the rest of the life on the left side seat. Make a choice said the brain like the Matrix Morpheus with the red and blue pills.

“Okay !! I’ll take the test”. I murmured and sat back on the left seat.

Next day morning!! I decided to enroll myself onto a switching seat academy. The instructor, 40+, dark skin, salt and pepper hair, and the ‘always smiling face’. That face showed that he is the man of Ahimsa.
“Get back here tomorrow morning 6AM sharp”, he said.
“Waaat..?? !! did he just said S-I-X…….A-N-T-E…….M-E-R-I-D-I-E-M..??”.
“Yeah”, said the jerk.

***

Android alarmed its 6AM. I got ready at 7AM and reached my destination. On the way I noticed a yellowish orange ball slowly lifting up above the horizon. I had never seen that before in my lifetime. people use to call that as “The Sun Rise” but who cares, lets get back to the business.

“Sam, come over here !!” said the instructor. I ran to him. He handed me the most beautiful thing in the whole world, “A car key”.

happy-cuteness-overload-guy-memeAnd that’s it. I have reached my destiny, I am going to switch my seat finally.

“Get in the driver seat”, he sang. I, myself in Ultra-slow motion, opened the door and entered inside the car with the DubStep BGM.

I turned the key and the engine started.

Yellow blood corpuscles, Chennai.

Yellow blood corpuscles of Chennai.

Trrrr!!……Thhh..Thh..Thhh……Tttrrrrrrrr!! Yes!! The Auto rickshaws.

Active 24*7, Low class people wishes to use it , Middle class people cries after using it only because auto rickshaws has the power to explode your heart in pieces.Wanna bet..??

“How much from Gopalapuram to Gemini flyover..??”

“Just 100 Rs !!”

*BOOOMMM !!*

See I told you so. This was the situation for a very long time. People were fed up with this. Everyday they bargain and if you are missing a train in half an hour, only God must mercifully feed you for the rest of the month.

Do a mistake, people call it as mistake but do it for next 50 years people call it as ‘The Unwritten Law’ that must be followed.

All of a sudden there was a revolution. Auto Rickshaws with a symbol of ‘NAMMA AUTO’ which was considered as ‘HOPE’ in Chennai started saving the Chennaites. Namma Auto has a power of Digital meter with an inbuilt GPS and a printed bill service.

Whoah !!

Within few months there was a catastrophic change. Auto rickshaws were ordered to use the meter and with the minimum charge of rupees 30. Police charged Auto rickshaws without proper meter. Finally I thought Chennai is saved.

Few days later, I had to travel back to my native and I preferred bus to train. Koyembedu was my destination. I waved my hand, auto stopped in front of me.

“Koyembedu bus stand” I said

” It will be 250rs”

“Whaaat…??”

“Heavy traffic sir, 250rs”

“I will come only if you use the meter” I raised my voice.

He just drove the Auto without looking at my face and I was like a dumb standing and staring at the road. Again I waved my hand and no one is willing to use the meter. Finally I hired an Auto who was willing to use the meter and I reached Koyembedu at 120 rs. This history repeated for few times.

After few weeks, I wanted to leave Chennai again so I called for an auto to Koyembedu. I started losing lot of autos and patience with the meter thingy. I checked at the time and I was already running late. I had no other choice. Either take the auto or fight for the Law.

Taking the auto will be good I guessed.

” Koyembedu busstand, will u use the meter..??” I asked.

” Heavy traffic sir, and lots of one ways and blah blah blahs…”

Time is running. I thought to giving another try so I said

“Will you use the meter please…??”

“Okay, I’ll use the meter and only if you agree that you will pay me 50 rs/- extra”

I calculated in my mind. Without the meter I have to pay 250 rs but with the meter I will pay 120 rs + 50 rs which is 170 rs. Sounds good to me so I replied.

” Ok, I agree with that but on one condition. Take me to Koyembedu without crossing 100rs. I’ll pay you extra 50 as you asked.”

I heard my devil laughing inside me because I have gone koyembedu few times with meter indicating 120 rs. He agreed with the challenge and we geared to Koyembedu.

We had lot of conversations and he took lots and lots of left and right which was really confusing. I started hearing my gut murmuring “YOU ARE BEING KIDNAPPED !! YOU ARE BEING KIDNAPPED !!”

At last the meter stopped at 97rs. I lift my head and I am at the Koyembedu bus stand.

“Sir, We reached” he said.

“Whaaat..??”

“And it is 97rs which means I won the bet ” He said.

I was speechless. I paid 170rs and saved the balance.

“Thanks bro!!” he said with a smiling face.

I started walking with a question in my mind.

“Did I win or lose…??”

The Girl in Black Hoodie

Recently I was on a hiking trip to Kodaikanal with my buddies  and I experienced few life changing  moments which made me to write about it.

I was a couch potato until I got the golden ticket for the hiking trip which was already planned by my friends . The ticket was first actually offered to another person and finally it turned out to be me who was the extra seat filler. We were 6 of them including me. These guys picked me up near my room and we all bucked up and finally set to kodaikanal.

Next day morning we started our hiking. We walked and walked and walked and walked. I started feeling my knees shivering.  I started breaking down. After a long walk we reached the top of a mountain.

Its was a charming landscape. Blue mountains stacked up in rows, streaks of orange light gleaming through the clouds. This made me speechless.

I walked deeper towards the corner of the mountain and realized I was entirely surrounded by foreigners. People from different countries gathered on the mountain top. They gather around with african drums, guitars and singing. They are being what really they are. I hardly saw Indian hikers and trekkers around there.

While darting my eyes through the groups, an individual stole my attention. The lady in the black hoodie.

 “I’m a Talentscope” printed behind her hoodie. I went and sat behind her and that’s where I mugged this photograph.

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She was sitting all alone enjoying her fruit salad, highly energetic song from the black tiny box near her (you can see this on the picture near her), reading ‘The Alchemist’ and puffing her smoke.

She was looking at the sky in front of her dreaming, listening to the music and relaxing.

“What kind of life you were living..?? Being a couch potato and feeling so proud of it, what worthy of life u possess till now…?? Look around you moron !! What do you see..??” I started hearing questions deep inside me.

“When was the last time you really felt who you are…?? When was the last time you did what really you wanted…?? I can always hear answers “I can’t do that, I was busy doing nothing, I have an office work, I don have time” FUCK YOU !! Look at them. They did that, They too work for living, They find time in their busy schedule. Why  do you make reasons without trying even once.”

I felt shame of myself. I was looking at that lady without batting my eyes.

Man prays to God for a tiny place in heaven everyday but why they are keeping their eyes shut to enjoy the heaven God has already given. The mountain, sea, valley, rivers, plains, hills. Go out there. They are plenty of places God created for man. Go out there. See really who you are.

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I heard the guide yelling at me “Bro !! its time, if you take time in all the places you will never reach the destination and you will sure miss the fun”

I took the bag and started walking. I chose not to look her face. Let her be The Lady in the Black Hoodie who taught me the most important lesson in my life.