Beautiful Girls

Few days back I was traveling in bus when I encountered a Tourist who came to visit Trieste. She was damn beautiful, tall, thin legs etc. etc ?? because I do not know how to exactly describe her. Well when she entered the bus, all the men turned their faces towards her. Even women looked at her with contempt. She was new to town, her facial structure was quite different from Triestenian girls, majority of whom have same form and dressing style.

She wanted to get down at the Train station, but being unaware of the routes and stops, she started inquiring about it from various men. I looked her movements carefully and was examining her behavior. She was quite confident in approaching anyone and asking with demanding looks. I wondered what make her so confident and a thought came to my mind.

Beautiful girls thinks that their beauty is the price that they paying and thus they feel free to ask, talk etc. Which in case of other persons is not true.

Cat in my House

3 days back when I woke up in morning, I was surprised to see that the corridor and the veranda were completely dirty. There was shit and some liquid stuff lying at various places on the ground. Since I just woke up, thus my mind was hardly able to reason as to what must have had happened in night. After refreshing myself I became a detective and started scrutinizing the situation.

I realized that it was some kind of shit, still unaware of which animal. I then checked the back of my shoes and then went on examining the shoes of my flatmate, who was luxuriously sleeping in his room, hardly unaware of what is happening outside. Finding no clues of shit neither on my nor on my flatmate shoe’s, I started wondering then who it must have come. I examined the floor more carefully. I realized that the liquid stuff is actually urine or may be some other shitty thing.

On examining the shit, I found that its shape was undamaged, and had no sign of distortion. It was completely cylindrical. Thus I realized that it has been freshly released from the body. With this conclusion, some images from past came to my mind, and I concluded that the shit belong to cat. All this was lying near our entrance door of the house.

Now I wondered how then the cat must have come to our house. My apartment is located on 4th floor. I tried to make my own spicy story. The cat must have been somebody’s pet and in night wanted to go to toilet. Since it cannot spoil its owners house thus wanted to go out. Having reached the window of the owner’s house, she would have realized that she is at a great height from the ground and thus jumping wound injure her. Thus she entered the near by house through the window. She actually came to the exit of the apartment, but having found the door closed couldn’t do anything and under pressure dirtied the floor.

I had to clean so much after all this.

Parcel from my Sister on Rakhi

Few days back my sister send me a parcel. Her busy schedule did not give any chance to her of informing me from before. It was while I was talking to my mom that she informed be about it that I will soon receive a parcel on Rakhi by my sister. I was excited about it.

For the past few days I didn’t check my mail box. My office is located in a different building, while the mail boxes are put in the main building. Unless some official work brings me to main building, I never go to see the mail box. After I heard from my mom about the parcel. I went the same day to see if I have received any thing. On entering the room where mail boxes are kept, I found a yellow packet lying in my mail box. I quickly collected it and went to my office to have a look. On my way I thought that it must have arrived earlier, only I checked it now. On reaching my office, I was very eager to open it soon and see what I have recived. At first instance I thought of opening it only after I have reached home, but I couldn’t resist the temptation. I quickly opened it, and what a surpise ? I received Parle-G biscuits and Nan-khatai with rakhi and a soveinor fron New York and a small card with best wishes… Vow that was so lovely and touching. After gazing it for sometime, I closed it. Soon I left for home.

On reaching home, and after finishing the dinner, I was again excited to have a glimpse of the parcel. I closed the door of my room, jumped on my cushy bed and reopened the parcel, this time I was more happy, as if a kid has just got a gift of which he was desperately longinh for. My behavior was like that partially, because I was in comfortable position, lying on bed, covering myself with soft blanket. All this made me feel very homely, like as though I was in my house at my hometown.

The Parle-G biscuits reminded me of my childhood days, when I used to eat the whole packet of Parle-G by soaking one after another in tea. Holding the Parle-G in my hand, I recalled the same taste that I used to get in my childhood. This softness brought with itself lot of events from those days to life. I remembered how much I used to love eating biscuits by soaking them in tea. they used to become soft, and sometimes they used to even fall in tea, which ultimately I used to take them out by spoon. There are lot of childhood memories associated with Parle-G. Everytime whenever we (me, my sister and my Mom) used to go to market, my Mom used to purchase two packets of biscuits, one for me and one for my sister. Both of us used to eat them by soaking them in tea, a great taste thus. I used to finish my packet very early before my sister could finish hers, why ?? so that she donot take mine . But after mine were finished I used to take biscuits fo my sister . Now I feel how mean I was, but when you are kids these things do not come to once mind. My sister was great, that she never used to say anything much to me, she only used to ask why did i took hers and then smile . Funny are childhood memories. So receiving Parle-G in parcel made me to think about my childhood, and I again wanted to become a kid .

After examinig Parle-G and keeping it back in packet, I took out the sovenior from New York. It size was that of small pocket diary, and had a magnet at its back. The picture showed a building and other things like cranes etc. On it was written, “Old New York, Flat Iron Building”. It was slightly orangish in color, to give it a rusty look. May be they made it in that way in order to make the person looking at it feel retrospective. I also felt the same.

And in end I took out Rakhi, with a small card. The card contained wishes from my sister on rakhi. Rakhi was of silver. It looked very beautiful and was glittering in the light of bulb. Seeing all that I once again recalled my childhood days, when my sister used to tie rakhi on my hand and then used to give sweets to me. Oh … How sweet were those moments.

Stealing from Waste

I never thought or expected that I would one day see a thing which would make me to write a post. Whenever I’m in kitchen cooking the dinner or having breakfast, I often look out from the window to see what is happening outside. The road doesn’t speaks anything but it silently witness many things. The scenes created on the road have a lot to speak. Many of the scenes are usual and doesn’t cause much impact on the mind, but some create a very strong image on mind.

One particular scene which created a strong impact on my mind and made me to wonder and reason why it was so, was the following. Just in front of my house is a big supermarket called PAM. Actually the back of the supermarket faces our house. Towards the back of PAM, are kept big waste boxes, where the spoiled food is thrown. This contains mostly, partially rotten fruits, vegetables, recently expired bread and other papers or carton boxes. Although these boxes are mainly meant for the supermarket to throw their trash, but people staying nearby that due to their laziness also throw the waste from their houses. Sometimes even I throw in them. These waste from the houses is complete shit, they contain only rubbish and garbage. It stinks offensively. The waste form the supermarket in my opinion is still usable, if used immediately, however the presence of garbages from the different house makes them bad.

In night I was cooking my dinner and then while the masala was getting prepared, I just came to the window to see the outside life and take some fresh air. I noticed a strange thing. I saw a woman taking out bread and other usable items from the waste box. I stood on the window to see and wonder why actually she might need them. She was dressed in a nice way. Her dress doesn’t made any sign that she is too poor to afford. She collected some bread, fruits and green leafy vegetables, I guess this is all what she could find. I stood there till she left. Though she left soon. I thought a bit over as to what the reasons are, that urged her to do this undignified act. Well then I got engaged in making my vegetables and forgot what I saw.

After couple of days in morning, I came to the window to put my wet towel in the sun. I was preparing myself for the breakfast. It was around I guess 11:00 am. I saw a man on scooter, who was taking out food and other eatable stuff from the waste box. He collected lot of stuff and put it all in his scooter. There were lot of people on the road, who might be watching all this, but generally over here people ignore all this. After he was done with the task, he left with his scooter and food. I didn’t pay much attention as I was busy preparing myself for the office. After few minutes I again came at the window with a nutella and cheese sandwich in hand. I gain found the same man with a scooter, this time he was accompanied by a woman and a dog also. I guess they were their family members. The woman came with a PAM carriage to collect  the food, and she took so much that her whole carriage was filled. The dog was standing nearby to her, waving his tail anxiously to get some food.

In watching all this my breakfast was over and I started packing up my bag to leave. When I went downstairs, I found the man leaving on hi scooter and the women going away with her carriage. The rule of supermarket PAM is that if you want to carry a lot of food from market, then you cane issue a carriage which you later return after you are done with the shopping  and left the stuff in your vehicle. However this woman was using the carriage on road. She was taking the carriage somewhere, may to her nearby home. This time I really wondered seriously why they are using the food from the waste. Two reasons came to my mind. Either they are really poor and cannot afford to purchase from the market or they run some pizzeria and want to make maximum profit. I can rule out the first possibility as I noticed they wore reasonably fine clothes and also carry a dog. Thus only the second possibility made sense to me.

If that is true, then how mean and cheap are they as they want to deceive their customers. But I cannot say this very firmly as I have not made a full inquiry.

Few days later, I found the same lady again taking food from the waste. She was accompanied by her dog. While she was collecting the food, I noticed another lady who came to throw her waste from her house. She came with lot of pride, to threw her waste or may she became arrogant to see that someone is taking food from waste, which actually had come from some person who might have purchased food in order to produce that waste. This was also a bit strange. That even waste has its owner and carried a price value. This thing becomes more prominent when someone start using it.

Blind Lady

2 Days ago I was coming to my office. When I came out form the house, I realized that the day was exceptionally beautiful. the sky was damn clear and blue, the Sun with its glossy light was enhancing the greenery everywhere. While walking towards the bus station, I realized that I missed the last bus and thus preferred to sit on th seat put near by.

I just sat down and gazed the vastness and blueness of sky with smile, occasionally looking here and there. After few minutes the bus 36 came, and everyone entered through the first gate. Given the beauty of the day, the bus was very crowded. Everyone longed to go to the sea shore and stretch themselves under the sky taking sun bath.

I was standing just near the front door. there wasn’t enough space to move or to go towards back. Standing right at the front part of bus near the driver, one can see everything on both sides of road. The was lot of people everywhere, as though they were visiting a public fair. When the bus was about the reach the stop located near the Church, I noticed a middle aged lady, dressed nicely and wearing dark sun glasses. When The bus approached she did not make any gesture or signal to stop the bus. However the bus still did stop because someone wanted to get down.

When she heard the sound of bus approaching, she started moving towards the first door. She used her hand in order to feel and sense where she is heading. On seeing her the driver opened the door, but since I was standing at the door (due to crowd ), the door couldn’t open nicely and was half opened. By then she has already come to the door. She put her right hand on the side of left door and the left hand in between the two doors. She asked what is the number of the Bus. While she was asking this, the driver closed the door in order to reopen in nicely. Since her hands were kept in wrong position thus they were a little hurt when the door closed. After teh door opened again she just said thanks in Italian with a beautiful simle.

After she left and the bus proceeded, I wondered even though she is unable to see the beauty of the day, still she is happy and have a smile on her face. While other people who are completely perfect are always complaining of something or other, or fighting with someone. What an irony ???