In the name of Tommy

..many of us are against these road side beggars; I too honestly just hate them, especially young beggars, the commonly found pregnant female beggars at traffic signals, the ones with empty milk bottles begging for milk for their always hanging baby , the young men/beggars dressed in black attire found on Saturday’s, the self proclaimed agents of Shani Dev (the god).

But something not very strange, I saw an hour ago, it was one of those disparities from our hollow, hypocrite Indian society. It’s no big deal but that was the female beggar with a weak kid falling/rolling everywhere outside this ‘Veterinary Clinic’ near my room, several other people with their foreign, elite breed dogs were waiting for their/dog’s turn. I on my cycle was thinking whose days it is dog’s, veterinary doctor’s, dog owner's or poor beggar’s. She was begging and crying lamely “Please give a rupee in the name of your Tommy.”

Wow "Two Extra Hours" , Everyday

Wow!! That sounds interesting if I am getting two extra hours every day, but preferably in the evening. I really do not need my personal extra hours during office, to be honest :). (......thinking ...in all my 7 years of work, I have worked in IT and for programming which at times looks like a work done for the virtual world, is this a working life ? ).

Evening teasers: 

1 extra hour in every round

After office, I reach my room mostly between 7:00 and 7:30 PM, which means I've donated my life’s 1.5 important hours to the wild traffic, undisciplined fellow country mates, reluctant traffic signals and adamant traffic police. The EXTRA two hours if I’m getting will be the best-est gift from surf excel, actually from traffic police or from GOD. It takes another minimum 30 minutes in getting fresh, taking shower and  forgetting what happened in office and by the way it’s already 8 PM by now. Meanwhile my computer is already up, playing random songs loudly and my status at various web sites shows online, messages coming in and going out , same online news , scams, sports , inflation and by this time it’s already 8:30 PM boys and girls. Now, is the hour to worry about dinner and start for the hunt for the food, outside, yes I don’t cook at room, so be back at room asap earliest but not before 9:30 PM. That hotel/place where I eat mostly has a waiting queue , 1.2 billions innocently we are you know. And so now it’s only 2½ hours only, remaining for midnight. Just for you, I sleep by midnight, and sorry I forgot to mention about another 30 minutes for the phone calls, here and there. So my day now has only 2 hours remaining for me for everything. In this hectic madness if someone bestowing two extra hours upon me why are you so jealous ;) ( दो चुटकी एक्स्ट्रा घंटों की कीमत तुम क्या जानो रमेश babu )

Wishes:
If, I have two extra hours, I wish to go to gym /yoga /aerobics / badminton/swimming /or a dance class all of them every alternate day for 1 hour and mind you I am ignoring the time spent in reaching these places. Honestly its a dream within a dream. The second hour from my ‘Two’ hours quota again goes very selfishly, as I am joining a guitar class, guitar just looks stylish and easy to carry. How he will look if one wishes and carries a harmonium or “dholak” with him while travelling. A foreign language course in Spanish , Swedish or may be German.

There are still countless interesting rejoicing activities pending though I mentioned a few but very urgent ones and so as to surf my life better, excel in every direction and clean the stains of idleness from my past.The only thing wrong with doing nothing is that you never know when you're finished.

~Bhupendra

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