Bright Lights – story

I take the 8:43 bus to work every morning. It’s the same bus each day, the same driver, same people, I even take the same seat. The people who wait for the bus at my stop, are the same as well. Once I’m on the bus, I quietly observe as the monotony unfolds. There’s an old man who greets me every morning, a kid who gets on at my stop and hopes that his friend gets in at the next stop, the kid’s friend who’s always running late and is seen sprinting across the road towards the bus, every single day! A pretty girl who sits across me and never once moves her gaze away from the phone, and an old lady who wouldn’t sit next to me even if the bus is full. These people right here, are my daily companions on the bus journey to work; well on the first part of my journey actually. Then the bus stops, and I’ve to run two hundred meters in 3 minutes if I want to catch the connecting bus, and hope not to die of a heart attack doing this. The next bus is pretty dull, it fills up quickly and once it does, every human on the bus looks down at the bright lights in their palms, and never once looks up. But yesterday, everything changed! There was a girl, looked around 25, she was tall and had a slender form, she wore black jeans and a blue sweater, her glasses made her look like an owl. She held a black handbag, her hair was brown and was tied up like a fountain. She didn’t have earphones plugged into her ears, didn’t look once at her phone. I thought she didn’t even have a phone. She just stared at the different faces consumed by bright lights. As my stop arrived, I thought to myself ‘what a beautiful day it has been’ and prepared to get off, and something unexpected happened. The pretty girl reached into her coat pocket and pulled out one of the bright light devices, plugged in her earphones, and in an instant she too was gone. I didn’t even know her name, yet I felt sad as I got off the bus; plugged in my earphones and started walking, looking at the bright lights in my palm.

The Lunch Box

Hungry wolves scan through the desert, in search for anything edible. At the sight of food, they run sticking their tongues out hoping to get the biggest share of the pack.

This desert is my classroom, and the wolves, my friends. Like few others, I too take lunchbox to college everyday. When I had first joined college, I had hoped that I would be eating my lunch peacefully. But in reality, the lunch break scene is like one of those world war movies. People are running towards me from all directions. Some are even attacking from the back, trying to snatch away my precious food. One moment I look to the side and the next moment my box is gone! Disappeared into the battlefield.

Shilpa yelling from one side, Sushma trying to eat as much as she can quickly, Sachin snatching the box from Shilpa and running across the room. By the time Gurman thinks the lunch looks cute and shouts “Eeeeeeeeee sooo prettieeee”, the lunch is gone, and so are the wolves.

I just sit there with few others who lost their lunch box, and look at the emptiness of the box. It looks so clean, like someone just licked it completely.
As I put the lid back on the lunchbox, I think to myself, “Well its been cleaned so well, my mother wont have to wash it”.

The Journey

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The helmet visor glitters as the first rays of sun

fall from the far right of the horizon.

Golden light shines through a pair of brown eyes.

Wind howls through the ears,

and the only other sound is that of a 500 cc engine

propelling a bike towards the Sun.

I am riding on a road

that runs through the heart of a desert.

The sunlight deceives my eyes

and I see gold everywhere.

As I ride through the desert,

into the golden sunrise,

I’m reminded of the beautiful past.

A past that has brought me closer to my dreams

and made me what I am today.

It’s taken me  years to get here,

And it was never about the destination.

All that mattered,

was

The Journey ! 

Two Green Eyes

Amidst a pile of grey dead bodies, I see two eyes wide open.
Two green eyes. Pale green eyes.
 It’s not the lush green of the morning grass. Neither is it the green on the leaves, of a young plant.
This green is pale. A green so pale that the greys emanate more colour.
I walk towards the eyes hastily. My feet sink into the grey sand with each step I take. After several steps, I’m neck deep into the sand and my target is just a few inches away.
It is then that I look into the green eyes.
I realise I have arrived at my destination. I notice a strange reflection. My body goes numb, part by part and the reflection becomes more clear,
The reflection of two pale green eyes.
Amidst a pile of grey dead bodies, I see two eyes wide open,
My pale green eyes.
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A hilarious start to 2014

This post is about how two people trolled my friends and me, on 1 January , 2014.

Vinod, Sachin, Jayanth and I are 4 innocent guys (atleast some people think that way). We were headed to Goa on Jan 31st to take part in a trekking expedition organised by YHAI (Youth hostels association of India), in the Western ghats starting from Jan 2nd.
We boarded the Vasco express from Bangalore, Karnataka on Jan 31st and celebrated the New year 2014 on the train. How you ask? Well, we stood near the charging points in train, hooked to our cell phones and responded to calls as the train sped ahead, over 120kmph. Then we took a bland group photo at the Hubli railway station after which we slept through the night.

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We reached Goa (Madgaon railway station) at 6am. The base camp for the trek was situated far far away from the train station. We enquired few early morning souls who were around and then headed to the bus station. We walked few kms and then had to get on and get off three different buses and then we were, at the YHAI base camp.
With high spirits we entered the camp and we were greeted by the camp leader Mithun Das.
He welcomed us into the camp and asked us if we were there for the Trekking or the Cycling expedition. After we said trekking,

Mithun – Oh! Weren’t you guys sent an email regarding the change in camp site?
We – No! What change in camp site?
Mithun – Actually the trekking base camp is 80kms away and you’ll have to report there.
We – (HOLY F** SHIT MAN ? WTF ? ) That was the expression on our faces, but I managed to say an “Ohhk” after a long pause. ( I mean we reach there at 6 am and then take 3 buses to reach the other end of Goa and this dude over here tells us we need to go to some other forbidden castle where a princess is waiting. SERIOUSLY? )

Mithun – Anyways, there’s a vegetable truck coming over in the afternoon, and you guys can go with him in the truck and he’ll drop you to the other base camp.
Vinod is overjoyed hearing about the truck and says – Oh cool! we can ask the driver and hog a carrot or two.

Then comes another camp leader Vineet. Now this guy too, plays along with Mithun and asked us to be seated in the registration tent, where our registration was done by a friendly lady (whose name I don’t seem to remember anymore). She assigned us a tent but we are seated at the same desk for a while even after the registration was complete.

Then I ask her, “Mam, when is the vegetable truck coming ?‘.
She – What vegetable truck?
Me – The truck that would pick us up from here and drop us at the other base camp.
She bursts out laughing and says, “There’s no vegetable truck. Those guys have been playing with you all along“.

The expression on our faces was priceless she would have felt. It was January 1 , 2014.
We laughed at ourselves and then headed to our tents.

Expression on Jayanth and Vinod’s face moments later, still unable to comprehend what had just happened.

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Walking into the Sunset

This was one evening in Goa when I was clicking pictures of the sunset and I clicked one picture after another continuously in order to not miss out any good picture possible.
But then for a second I felt, ” All this is rubbish ! “. I was just clicking away pictures meaninglessly and was missing out on a beautiful moment. Then I just walked ahead, unable to resist the temptation, I clicked one more picture and then stood quietly with my camera turned off for a while. I felt the beautiful sunset as the colours changed shades from yellows to reds and then faded away. It felt amazing to just stand where I was standing, to look at the sky and feel the waves touching my feet.

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Photo by Jayanth Kumar (That’s me in the photo btw)

Sometimes it just feels good to stay still and enjoy the moment than click a button on the camera. Even if it is just for a few seconds, those seconds count !

Here are few photos which I captured that day,

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