A New Bunty...beginning

The day is as usual as the sun lightening the building, the street and finally the dog that begins his mornings with barking upon the sun. This way he feels he has the right to bark at anyone. Day in and day out, the barking continues without any halt. This noise pollution comes with the natural embarrassment to the owner of this dog whose name I won’t disclose. Defamation should always be the right of dogs and not just humans. This would be the parallel universe be like.

One day Bunty, the dog owner, started with his usual habit of starting the day. He often does it by taking his dog to do shit in the street of uncle Chaddha, in the name of taking the dog to walk. For uncle Chaddha it isn’t just the “cake walk” to pass through the street while going for his shop but also a gesture of hatred for Bunty’s father’s ignorance of giving birth to such a jerk. This is the everyday routine that uncle Chaddha hates to follow. But the sheer pleasure of disproving other’s son is the feeling that uncle Chaddha could not resist to welcome.

One fine morning, both Bunty and uncle Chaddha are prepared to wage on the cold war as part of their usual habit. But the previous day lesson from uncle Chaddha wasn’t the same, usual rote. Bunty looks convinced with uncle Chaddha’s lesson. It seems he has subscribed to a motivational speaker and has copied the exact words from the source, while committing severe mistakes in the usage of articles. The lecture has stilled in him the feeling of bravery and a sense of doing something worthwhile. A worthwhile thing means correcting the mistakes he has been ever committing.

Bunty was a bit confused after having smashed uncle Chaddha’s glass for 23 times. He never had a doubt about the person’s window whose glass he would gust with sixes during the cricket match. He had a clear mind, which he finds filling up with the impressive use of English from uncle Chaddha last evening.

Something rare is going to happen when Bunty went on to the late morning walk with his dog and crossed the street without turning into the street where uncle Chaddha lives and squeals. Uncle Chaddha has struck the right chord in Bunty and that too at the perfect time when the New Year is about to come. Bunty knows well that at this time of year end, something called as “new-year-resolution” starts trending. This was the habit of his college friends even, with whom he passed Bachelor of Commerce. That day he posted some 50 selfies with the proud of being the first person from his family who passed college with the same batch of students, he was admitted with.

Bunty is sure that he’ll do the thing in advance and will keep it for FB post, later when the new year is nearer. He choose not to wait for new year to bring up with a new resolution—that he’ll never break the window panes of uncle Chaddha’s house and that he’ll find a new place where his dog can perform  daily commitments of the morning. Bunty wanted to turn his world upside down. He looked on for turning his life around without having to wait for the New Year.

That’s how with his commitment, Bunty started a new life with a zeal of doing good work. Impressed by uncle Chaddha’s English usage of that day, he sought an idea of melting the ice between uncle and his father. He instantly waged on to convince his father for English tuition from uncle Chaddha. And with uncle Chaddha’s guidance, he plans to trend like the “New Year resolution”.

Such is the importance of one fine day and person in our life. A moment is not only new when it’s New Year. Every moment that comes with the New Year is always new, depending on one’s willingness of how long one can keep it polished. The new-ness isn’t on the Year. It’s in us.

When my smart phone went missing..

With fused eyes of a bulb came my friend who had lost his smart phone to me. Hah..He lost. What a loser. He had to lose the phone as per the bet and that I’ll now carry on my office-financed plane trip to Bangalore.

I took the phone and put my sim card with a feeling of pride. After all, I had won. I have never been a winner what a win have I registered this time. I could have registered a better way of showing what-a-smart-phone I have to my pears but I need to get busy with presentation preparations. I took off. And reached showing my phone to the most I can show off.

Finally my executive class like feel came to a swift end when I landed in Bangalore. I had to get to the location which I had previously saved with maps from Google in my smart phone. On reaching out to my pocket, all to my surprise I was asking “where is my smart phone?” It’s not that I want to show it off this time but actually I need it. I was out of route on the airport itself. To my awe I wondered how I would even get the heck out of this place. God save me! At the same time I had the envy of seeing everyone appearing smart with their smart phones. But I was a dumb goof here.

Now, I had to figure out the location myself without even a single contact in my memory. I started remembering the coveted letters of the word. But so thankful to my just 2-hour smart phone, I didn’t bother checking the messages. Soon I realised how important this presentation was for me. “Work is the real stress buster”, I noticed saying someone, again on phone. The huge clock at the airport became all known for its purpose of hanging in there. It’s for the geeks who miss their phone and didn’t give a damn that trees are still cut down for making paper sheets. I was submissive to this thought but smart phone was enough to make my ignorant part become visible again.

I came out of the airport while keep on asking names of the place. But I was as new to Bangalore as Kannada named places were for me. I have heard people stumble in English but I had a different language to stumble at such a crucial point when I could be fired. I ventured into a taxi as after watching faces of 23 Kannada taxi drivers, one agreed to pronounce and took me to the destination. But soon to me surprise, I found how dumb one could be. I landed at the wrong place. The driver was very correct with the few place identifying words I spelt. Now he was gone. How good people could be. But I was behind the screen of the smart phone most of the time.

Next I approached a police man with curvy hat. I mistook him for being in jolly mood and enquired about the closely named place to what I pronounced. He showed me the same place where taxi driver had dropped me. To my worry I noticed that am already late. I began asking people for the closely-pronounced-and-named-place. On the street soon my eyes met with the guy who I had seen in my Delhi office. I reached out to him but owing to the rush I had to chase him for some 6 minutes. He then took notice that he was been chased. He responded defensively but I comforted him with the complete trail from Delhi to flight and then tragedy of Bangalore. He then agreed to get me a direct auto to the Bangalore location. Finally, I felt like being booked and parcelled for the location. But soon realised how much mischief I had just faced. In the end, all is well that ends well with a slight enlightenment that smart phone are never smart only in the hands of a smart guy.

Anonymous Golden Knight

A wary night with shimmering moon light had the encounter of the city, Rica with a gang of monkey. The monkeys weren’t the ordinary ones. They came in group for shopping in midnight with the clothes they found soaking in moonlight. One monkey was super excited. He was not he but she. The girls are obsessed with gold so was this monkey, Ash. She took some great leaps in her career as a professional monkey that day. Though she wasn’t monkeying around like this always but the night has the speciality that even Baba Rampal could not foretell.

The monkeys went on and on like they had just finished being inspired by the Rise of the Apes flick. And suddenly they are at a Trehan’s news laundry. They later accused their literacy level after venturing into the laundry and not finding any clothes. Ash was disheartened to see a strategy coming down to a tragic end. But she wanted to shop so eagerly that she went on away from the gang. She remembered Thomas Edison and his famous “stick-to-itiveness”.

Just a few jumps on one wall and then the other, she developed appetite. In rush, she touched the water. Ash saw the moon in the pond and criticised times to be so bad that even moon had come down to such a low level. She watched the moon with devil eyes. This particular thing annoyed the moon and it vanished from the place, turning the water to gold polished dust! Ash drank the water and developed the touch of Midas! She rushed excitingly to her gang to narrate whole trail to her mates and went hitting the off-road, touching concrete, mortar, straw, dust and finally climbed on the tree to reach the laundry of Trehan earlier. This turned everything on the way to the dust of gold.

Soon her happiness of so much gold had her being in a gang of wasseypur like people. She thought of that pigeon in the movie that was always claimed to fly by one wing and saving dignity with the other. But soon Ash remembered her Midas touch. She now had a weapon that was as equally an ornament. A weapon of gold! What more can a female monkey expect. Ash well defended herself just with the Midas touch and soon every enemy was turned into gold.

Ash stared at the moon and asked what more penalties had she to pay to meet her gang, her family. The gold had rushed on to her but she wasn’t too desperate for shopping than to meet her gang. She soon found way to her place on the tree and was afraid of touching her house tree as it would also turn to gold. She had a doubt. She could live in the home made up of gold. But she had made a sweet home on that tree and it was there she gave birth to baby monkey. The tree breathes, play, live with her children while she was out to bring food. She couldn’t let this home turn to dead gold. She took out a toy of moon shape and asked for penance. She soon found the moon in the sky vanishing in the day light. She was worried. She didn’t know how time fly by and the ray of sun touched upon her house. She wiped her tears and was surprised to see that Midas touch had disappeared! The sunlight came as a ray of surprise for her that morning.

On the other side, in town everyone was surprised seeing the roads, trees, dust and pond of gold! There was a huge riot like situation to rob of gold. Ash also watched this mad rush from some distance and was relieved that she thankfully didn’t go with gold temptation. She had saved her home, her family and earned repute in her gang.

Soon a gang member came with the news of arrest of thieves who were found to have a prize announcement of 2 lakhs. Ash went on with her gang without even bothering about the amount and the credit. She chose to be called “anonymous man-key”.

If I had the Midas touch, I had also decided to act same.