As I cross the road in the midst of the din created by blabbering cars talking to each other or abusing the common pedestrian as he walks or as they now say jay walks ,I begin to wonder and then to wander towards a more calmer environment
Where the air is clear and mind is no different
As I look at the ladies or women sprawled on the pavements or they were called footpaths not so long ago
One of the women struggles with her baby and who happens to be part of a team
I wonder the enormous travails she must be going through , from her husband to the lecherous men to the policia to the warlords to the street urchins to the many anonymous faces in the crowd who can do whatever they want and go scot free
As I travel by the public bus transport I marvel at the eyes of a man whose eyes are transfixed at an object of desire in the self same bus.
As she grapples to stay afloat in the "braking" bus , he manages to safely put his hand onto hers and she can do little but grimace in the face of this carnal attack
This is a mild derivative of what women go through in the public transport system
As I wonder how many of the cities' inhabitants have really voted in the recently held election and I wonder whether the downside is the reason for the obvious party which has come elected
As I wonder what is the fate of India and her inhabitants as it has become a cauldron of unwanted oil which keeps on boiling and is at its tipping point
As I wonder the spewing of vermillion or pink on the streets by the rural strata of people and the few white collared ones and I marvel at the freedom in which they do their acts and I can just compare to the blood spilled by our martyrs only for them to see this!
And as I wonder the tremendous advance in technology and yet we cannot find a few ounces of free time anywhere
At times pessimism can become the harbinger of better times
For man lives on hope and hope alone is the strength
At times I wonder if Bombay or Mumbai is turning out to be a rural village for wherever you go and whenever you go there are so many people trying to jostle and hustle and create a ruckus .....just so many people..
.the air I breathe is the fart let out by my nearest passenger!
