My Trysts With Life

A Small Story that I wrote a few days ago...Thought it fits in the blog. The mail man was staring- transfixed at the site that had just occurred right in front of him. The public transport bus had come to a halt. That blue sedan driver was staring through his wind shield, staring at the bonnet with shock on his face. And then there was this man- dressed n what looked like well to do clothes, sprawled on the sedan’s bonnet-sandwiched between the sedan and his own motorcycle. Suddenly, as a hundred eyes watched, the man slowly lifted his head and looked at the driver.  Five Months Earlier The procession was breaking up.  A few older people were offering a last word of condolences and gradually moving on. Shashwat stood there- thanking everyone for coming. With everyone gone- he went on to look one more time at his family- or rather as he reminded himself- his deceased family. They were there-lying solemnly with each other. How he wished that he could join them, lying

The Village, Banglore: "Sir ji, We provide you the best possible flavors of Paan (Betel Leaves), mixed with the international desi combo, which we call as the Village" These were the phenomenal (and strange) lines delivered to me by the paan vendor, who was apparently cherishing every moment of meeting a UP guy over the infamous Paan. I was on a trip down south- bored by the free time that one gets in the joining period. So I am wandering hither and thither with my friend, when we come across this Indian village themed restaurant- The Village. Let me describe the whole setup- It's a complete village styled location (presumably Gujrati village)- complete with wooden chairs, trucks, a souvenier jail and washrooms that read "Ladeez and Jhantz". Then there's the food- in full prison sized plates- which you can enjoy while sitting on large milk containers. Then there's provisions for "garbha-a 5 step dance" and even a local puppet show. What&