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Wednesday, April 18, 2012

A Typical Morning for me


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I sail through scenes of a typical Gurgaon Monday morning – a scrawny guy comes out of a tin hut and scratches his behind sleepily, the corners of his mouth have stains of dried drool from his restless night, he stretches and yawns a jaw breaking yawn; the early morning commuter drives with blaring music to keep himself awake, taps his fingers on the steering wheel, and shakes his head vehemently at the scenes of the day shaping up in his head; a dog stretches out and leaves his spot from the middle of the road to look for food and water; a prostitute comes out sheepishly from where she has been working and walks briskly towards the nearest auto rickshaw, tries to smoothen the ruffled hair, she probably was not given the time to get decent before she left. 


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I watch these scenes, as I tutor my daughter nonchalantly about farm animals – the topic of the week. I observe everything and return my attention to the interior of the car. I realize something about myself – that I look at the world like a spirit, as if I wasn’t there adding to the camaraderie, like my driver was not trying to avoid the speed breaker with furrowed brows, like the little child next to me wasn’t like thousands of sleepy children this morning, just craving to go back to their room and create a brand new shiny mess. 

We halt at a red light, a bike stops next to our car. The window on my side is rolled down so I can catch some of the morning air. I can hear the two men on the bike talking over the buzz of the traffic. It’s strange that they find it difficult to hear each other when I can hear them clearly at a distance! The driver curses his addiction to cigarettes. He compares smokes to “suicide bombers’. He points out that cigarettes burn themselves to kill the smoker. His friend disagrees; he says he only wishes it could be that spontaneous. The lights change leaving me with a thought.


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We only stop next in front of our destination, the school. I pick my daughter to take her off the car, smoothen her dress, ruffle her hair and then put it back in place again, kiss her a little too aggressively on both her cheeks and tell her to go and have fun, start conquering the world right from here and that I will be back to pick her up when she’s done. She gives me a hug and walks toward her school, I sense a loss already but shoo the feeling away as one of those useless silly ones that are meant to slow you down. As I am walking away, I meet a new friend. Someone I look forward to seeing in the school. I walk towards her with my usual “sup”… She says nothing except, “I am putting this away for much too long…” She notices my questioning face and says “didn’t you notice, I’m growing my hair” and then she lifts her tracks to show me her legs. I laugh and we walk together towards where our cars await us.

A year in Gurgaon and I already possess a world-full of things that have roots here. Memories of where I spent the last few years grow dimmer with every passing day. I have already started to forget the frequency of my favorite station. Here, if both my Queen friend and me are bored at the same time, we agree to meet to sail through time. I let him take over the conversation, so we don’t have to put the TV on to tide over the awkward silences. There are none when he is around and it’s pleasant. Lately though, he seems to be as busy as I am and when we meet its different. It was because of him that I could add a life lesson to my list. “No one wants to look you in the eye when you are trying to make money”. 

When that thought occurred to me, I urgently reached over for my laptop and double clicked on the word processor. I needed these thoughts to be processed – thank you Microsoft!! And here is what I wrote, “They say it’s a sin to pray for material gain. They also say I am a part of the machine called the universe. I should pray for the whole and forget petty things like my own gain. But how does the whole function smoothly if its parts are not well oiled. I take it upon me hence, to look after my well being. That is a task I take on for the well being of my whole, the universe. I do it for all of you and you should do it too.” I picture myself saying this to a crowd and what echoes back are giggles and an angry murmur. I smile, save the document and get ready for a shower. 

Later that evening, a friend calls to say he’s going to play a poker game. I grimace and exclaim “don’t you have anything better to do?” He replies “does that mean you don’t know how to play the game?” I am at a loss of words. And then I wonder how many times have I given myself away like that. Lately I have come to believe that my thoughts are visible. I am convinced that any person talking to me knows what I am thinking, even if I am enacting something vastly different. It’s not because I am an open book or anything. I believe this to be true of everybody in this world. Our body gives out signals of the truth, to warn or to compliment the listener. The listener should just listen with his/her soul. 

So I listen, I really listen these days. I hear the needs around me, the joy, the fear, the pride, the embarrassment, the annoyance, the exhilaration, the hurt and I cannot help but wonder… am I more receptive to myself now? Is that why these emotions feel free to open up to me? I feel like a vulnerable bunch of exposed nerves. But like I said I am a part of that Monday morning, the morning will protect me like it does all who are there in the scene. I will then wrap the scenes of Gurgaon around and walk straight into life. 





36 comments:

  1. Enjoyed reading this...wonderfully expressed.

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    1. Thanks Janaki! Loved that you like it : )

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  2. Kriti, this is a marvelous reflection about how we view life and the part we play in the whole scheme of things. Loved the read!
    Blessings!

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    1. Martha thank you so much! So glad you liked it!

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  3. Kriti your writing has such depth. I believe about really listening to the everything around us. We are so caught with life that we dont listen and if we just open our mind there is so much to learn. Love the easy flow of your words.

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    1. Thank you so much Rimly! What you say about listening is so very very true. I used to be a great listener but lately I think I have been missing that talent... I have to get back...

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  4. Visible thots and listening to them - my fav parts! Lovely post

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    1. Thank you Nilanjana! Love that you like it : )

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  5. Kriti very well written.....very truthful

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  6. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful...I have no other words!! Muaahh....

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  7. And a thousand more Muaahhs from me too, Mitr. A post from a sensitive writer's heart. Loved it...

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    1. awww thanks my darling! Sensitive - very very sensitive indeed : )

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  8. Kriti, I felt like sitting right there in the proscenium as part of the orchestra and watching a striking dance drama unfolding in the stage before me. God bless

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    1. Now your comment is putting me to shame : (

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  9. Dear Kriti,
    It's amazing what we hear and what we see when we take the time to really listen and observe what's going on around us. Life is still beautiful, even when we are sick and in pain. I must say, your morning commute is a lot more entertaining than mine! (LOL)I enjoyed reading this reflective post. Thank you for sharing.

    Quicksand

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    1. Absolutely different from yours David and very eventful at times too! Thanks for reading Andy!

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  10. A wonderful post by a very sensitive mind! Loved it!
    -Portia

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  11. Great post Kriti wonderfully described....

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    1. Thank you Rathore! So glad you liked it!

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  12. I loved this , so well written and so very perceptive. I enjoyed this read....! <3

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    2. Thank you so much Jan! I love that you enjoyed it...

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  13. Thank you for sharing your day with us! You are a wise woman. I really enjoyed this. :)

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    1. So glad you enjoyed it Rachel but wise??? really????

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  14. Quite a vivid post, Rimly. I was right there listening to you and your daughter and the street and also looking at the road. At times I was a bit nervous . . . what if you didn't drive carefully as you were on a different trip. But I was assured when the day was wrapped and the post came.

    Bravo, Kritz.

    Joy always,
    Susan

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    1. Susan I wish I could be a writer like Rimly : ) but as long as you liked the read I am real happy : ))... No need to be nervous - I was being driven. Thanks a ton for coming by!

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  15. Hello again Kriti,
    I'm currently hosting Blog Hop Saturday! You're welcome to link EITHER your blog, OR a specific blog post OR your Fan Page (only 1 link per blogger is permitted at this time). Linky will remain open until 8:00pm EST today, Sat May 5th. Hope you can join the fun!

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  16. Ha ha .... laughed at that... “does that mean you don’t know how to play the game?” something that always happens to me (and I am yet to learn this poker thing)

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    1. Well at the least, I am ashamed to admit it :P

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  17. well written and awesome... :)

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  18. This was such lovely prose. I really like such slice-of-life observations - even the most mundane can sound so refreshingly beautiful! Plus, when you see your own regular world through another person's eyes, you sometimes get to see a whole different perspective. I loved the "poker" exchange, for example. I think I do that too - giving away my truths without meaning to!
    I am a bit mad that you don't write more often. Please do!

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  19. To think that most of our thoughts are so readable to all those who really wish to... a charming piece of prose here.

    The realism in it does make one feel like 'a vulnerable bunch of exposed nerves'...

    Arvind Passey
    www.passey.info

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