Traffic light has gone RED
vehicles line up.
119, 118, 117, 116..
Oh! 120 seconds of wait.
my eyes start to jog around.
children, women, handicapped men,
utilizing the red signal n begging;
few young couples on byk;
pedestrians in rush.
110, 109, 108..
more vehicle line up
my cab driver is busy changing FM channels..
he stops on one, playing 'Chikni Chameli'
he increases the volume.
91, 90, 89..
Is someone staring at me too??
A 28+ someone,
sitting at the back of a mini truck,
with about 15 others like him.
They seem lobourers,
from nearby unpriviledged areas.
They seem too tiered, clumsy, helpless.
80, 79, 78..
He is still looking at me.
I dont like the way
he is looking at me.
I find it hard to
look into his eyes.
For his eyes aren't just seeing,
they are saying something,
or they asking something.
May be they are admiring something,
or complaining about something.
May be they hate something about me,
or it's just a simple plain look.
I don't know.
I don't want know.
61, 60, 59..
still 1 more minute to go.
His staring is making me anaxious.
Amount of oxygen is reducing around me.
I'm trying to take my eyes off him.
I'm pretending to look somewhere else.
His eyes still playing with my mind.
40, 39, 38..
"OK!! ok! I seem relatively priviledged,
but what can I do?
I've my own priorities.
I'm no politician, I've no powers.
I don't have a lot of money for social welfare.
I have to work for my career,
I've to settle in my life.
I've to fulfill my dreams.
I'm so engaged, so busy.
I dont have time to do something
for the unpriviledged like you.
I'm sorry I can't help you."
20, 19, 18,..
"why life's not fair with them,
why every one is not equal.
Wish I could have done something,
to impove their conditions
to reduce the difference between the two worlds"
Damn philosophy!!!!!!!
7,6,5...
Traffic light goes YELLOW,
Cab drives is changing gears,
every nearby vehicle starts,
horns..
more horns..
2,1,0..
traffic light goes GREEN,
My cab moves slowly. so does every other vehicle.
Even more horns.
My cab is still behind that mini truck,
He's still looking at me,
with eyes full of 'wish I could too' feel this time..
slowly, my cab overtakes the mini truck.
No more stares now.
Feeling a bit relieved..
Oh!! I just forgot,
FM is still on.
'note hazaa..aron ke.. khali chhutta karaane aa..ii..
aayi chikni chameli...chhat pe akeli....."
