I am back to my blog after a long time,long enough,i guess i have evolved.
This morning began with a text from my friend that she would be late today(wont use again here) and wont be able to pick me up in her car and i will have to find my own means to make it to college, a usual morning.Anyways,i was already following this ‘expected’ schedule so i got ready in time to leave for my Final Practical Exam.
Got my jacket on,threw the bag on my shoulders and rumbled down the stairs to get a rickshaw to the metro station.
Delhi Po-leaze has recently installed a x-ray gizmo here at Karol Bagh Metro Station.I saw the scheduled time for the train towards Dwarka(8:12) when i got up the stairs to the ticket counters and it was 8:11 already when i last threw my gaze at the watch…so i rushed up to the “X-Ray Gizmo” and threw my bag onto the converyor belt that takes your stuff through that lil cave.As i saw it dissapear behind the curtains the po-leaze guy behind the video game console shouted to the guy in front of me waiting for his bag to come out.
P-ze guy-”aee!!…ismain to chaikuu hai??“
G.i.L.f(guy in the line in frontofme) *hesitated*-”kya..haii..chaku??“
P-ze guy-”ruko udhar hi!..ismain chaikuu hai…tu idhar hai“
G.i.L.f-”aree….haan chaaiku ..wo dissection ka chaikuu hai..“*gives a smile*
P-ze-*little moment of silence* “chaikuu hai naa!!..idhar aa!!“
He took the guy away and and i failed to notice anymore.Obviously i missed the train,so i just casually walked up to the platform…and waited..
wait..
wait…
wait…
wait…
I got on the train,slept halfway through my journey and finally ended up at Tagore Garden Metro Station “”fifteen minutes”"(read FIF-TEA-EEN) later.Rickshaws are waiting beneath the station (their excitement gives u a lil but certain sense of importance in this little world).Anyways…
I catch the sight of the first rickshawala and ask him…
#-”bharati college chaloge?“
R.P.G(rickshaw puller guy)-”pachees rupeya“
#-”bhaiya…bees rupeye lagte haiii–“
(“atta ki aadhi bore uthani hai…bees rupeya loge..?“ *thats my other “pick#up” line when im in a rather cheerful mood*)
He interupts me with a sudden burst of abruptness…
R.P.G-”baitho“
He rushes as if he has a Final Practical Exam to attend too,zig-zagging his way through the morning traffic.Suddenly..
*crank crunk bang*
The chain comes off.He gets down with an optimistic body language,puts the chain back in place,hops back up and starts paddling again.Another paddle,and
*crank crank kuwitzzz*
It comes off again.I notice that the chain wheel has come off.
He looks at me as if >I< had something to do with it.Ok,first of all i had nothing against him + secondly even if it was an “accidental” mistake…” “What can a 47kg guy do to a rickshaw in the first place?“
I quickly hop off,give the guy a 100 Rp note,he gives me back 100Rp in change 
,i give him back 10 bucks back and wave my hand for the next one.
Soon i find one too.
#-”bharati college“
R.P.G 2-”chalo“
I hop on and this guy takes me on a “cruise in a rickshaw through Madipur“. Gently moving his rickshaw in the middle of the road(i guess the “cruise” is a favourite among the locals there,you can sometimes find a whole family taking one,mommy on the seat next to her brother,son on the rod in front,sister on the back seat,her daughter beside her,her brother on the paddling seat,his friend on the bucket attached to the handle,Papa paddling the rickshaw and the dog on the canopy.And WITH all of this,everyone chewing on a steamed Corn).Anyways,5-6 minutes into the cruise , a guy waves to the rickshaw,the “rickshaw guy” asks me…
R.P.G 2-”bitha loon..?“
#*expressionless*-”bitha lo“
I fail to notice the look of the guy but he has a shirt on(and yea PANTS too) and a chinese mobile phone( a “zigmo i call it”) in his hand blasting out NOISE.
song + noise1-”ishkkk kabhi na kariooo..ishkkk kabhi na kariooo…ishkkk kabhi na kario…ishkkkkk kabhi naaa kariooo..“
It ends SOON and then the “song that made my morning” hits up.
song+noise 2-”m-m-m-m-m-mamamam-mamamamamamammmm mujhe paichanoooooo…
main-ain-ain-ain-ain-ain hu-oo-uu-uu-oo–nn dawwwwwnnn(yeah..DAWN)“
I laugh like a crazy selfish bastard within myself with the voice inside me goin like:
crazy selfish voice inside me-”next one! next one!“
Sadly,he doesnt allow the “Dawn” to be recognized by many and changes the song to a “kill the crazy bastardly selfish mood” one.
I get off at the college gate,give the R.P.G 2 a 10Rp note and pass a smile to the guy who made my morning, he doesnt notice the smile,and it suddenly fades away, but i still walk away with a smile within myself cause you don’t always have to be noticed 
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2 Comments
April 24, 2009 at 4:42 pm
*Loved your Morning schedule to bits* =)
April 25, 2009 at 9:22 am
that was one cool morning…:)