Another usual lafda, ran the railway platform without the platform ticket.

It was an usual weekday, tuesday.  Amidst that, dad was in bangalore and he was off to native in the evening. I was with my normal routine,  half tea, formals, work, Vaalvo, Hosur road and office.

Even at work, there was the usual stuff, mails, team mates, good guy Xcode and so on. So dad’s train was at 6.50 PM, I was at chill. Dad had left my flat at 5, I was like okay can manage and I will be at Majestic to pick up dad and go to railway station with him.

At 6 PM, I came out of office for namaz, then 6.10 I was at the bus stop thinking I can make it by 6.30 to majestic as from office the majestic is 10 mins by bus.

Got the first available bus, here we go. Majestic, focal point of bangalore, the route which everyone has taken n number of times.  Green light, my bus took the left turn to richmond circle, I started to have feeling I will be late. By the time I reached corporation circle, it was 6.30. Peak traffic and there I am stuck.

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Got call from dad, saying he reached majestic. First instinct, I told dad to go ahead with his train rather than meeting me. Dad said he will wait, then I convinced him to catch his train without me.

6.40 I am at mysore bank. Sulking feeling, I will be not making on time. 6.50 I am about to enter majestic, dad calls up saying his train right on time. Damn, I can’t believe the Sholapur express was there right on time. When I had travelled it came late all the time, first time in it, it came at 8.30, second time it came at 7.40.

I was cursing the universe for being against me to miss dad’s train. Who knows, it was working for me. Continue reading “Another usual lafda, ran the railway platform without the platform ticket.”

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Another usual lafda, ran the railway platform without the platform ticket.

The day I met a Pakistani…

I was in Little India, Singapore other day, it was around 8.15 PM, it was time for the Isha namaz. There is a mosque called Angulia right in front of Mustafa Centre.

I din’t knew the exact time of the Isha namaz  at that mosque. So to check the timing of the Namaz, I went inside the mosque. Rather than going completely inside, I asked a guy who was wearing his shoes while sitting on a small chair.

Looking at his appearance, I figured out he is an Indian or a guy who knew Hindi.

Me: “Assalamwalaikum, Isha ki jamat kab ?”  (What’s the namaz timing ?)

Him: “Walaikum as salam, namaz 8.47 PM”   (it’s at 8.47 PM)

I smiled, thanked him I was leaving back thinking I had time so that I can have my dinner, then come back for Namaz.

By that time, he wore his shoes and asked me,

Him: “Kidhar ke ho ?”  (You are from ?)

Me: “Ji, Bangalore, India”  (Bangalore, India)

He smiled at me, shakes hands with me.

Him, proudly said: “Mein Karachi, Pakistan se.” (I am from Karachi, Pakistan)

I nodded, then it came it stuck to my mind. OMG, I met a Pakistani, yeah, Pakistani. Remember, how the India vs Pakistan is there. Also, growing up with the atmosphere to think Pakistan is as our enemy.  Also, that stupid thing Muslims belong to Pakistan and all.  I was nervous, cautious, all the idiotic things came to my mind. I know I was stupid to think like that, but also.

We had a chat bout both the countries, with me bragging bout Biriyani back at home, then he suggested me couple of hotels in Singapore to try, especially the Pakistani cuisines, also Afghani Kebabs. And tea.

I happily said will try, then we both said bye, both went in different directions. Did the event changed my mentality over nation and countries ? Yes.

Don’t know how to conclude this post, upto you think bout it.

That day, it again made me realize, “World is Small”.

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The day I met a Pakistani…

The Train

The Train:

I love waiting for the train to come,
I love watching the train enter the crowded platform casually whistling its way,
I love watching people getting board amid the noise,
I love helping people to get their seat,
I love exchanging my berth’s for others comfort.
In short train teaches me to be flexible and patient with others.

I love the sound of the train, its kinda in a regular pattern,
I love the rattle of sound it creates while it crosses a sleeper below,
I love the sound when it switches to other track,
I love the sound of hustle which is created by a crossing train in a high speed.
In short train teaches me there is a rhythm in life, and tells me “find your rhythm dude”.

I love the tea which they sell in the train, which is a pure pleasure while sipping.
I love the food we get in the train.
I love the pantry car in the long distances train.
I love watching people travelling in the train,
I love watching people finding peace in travelling as they are out of their complex lives.
In short the train teaches me to find out the pleasure in life, it may be even in small things
like sipping a tea, a smile, a chat with a stranger, sharing food with someone.

I love keeping my head on window and see the world whizzing away,
even at the same time I can see new land or world coming up…
I love hanging at the door, feeling the breeze,
watchin the whole world pass in a glimpse.
I love train passing each city telling me bout the city details and tells me
“Hey Moish, this city has beautiful history and in ruins now”..
In short train teaches me to hope for the best and learn from the past.

I love watching the train crossing the rivers,
I love train tearing down town mountains via tunnels,
I love watching the train racing with other vehicles in a parallel road,
I love watching the train going through mountains which comes in way,
I love the stopping of the train at a red signal, waiting to turn green, to proceed further,

Another thing I learnt from the train, things come and go,
things make us to stop, things defeat us until we are grounded,
things make us to wait, things take our time, things divide us from our loved ones,
But the train says, never look back Moish, keep moving n keep doing well bro…

Hey Vin, I have accepted the past and moving further with my life trying to realize my dreams.

I love waiting for my station to come so that I can meet my loved one at the station
and get a ROCKSTAR hug…

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The Train