Shiny Shoes

Sometimes I find myself doing nothing than staring at those shiny, sparkling shoes walking around and passing by. 

One has so so many dreams. For everyone a truck load of them are left unfulfilled. After a point of time one is left with no choice than to come in terms that they are not meant to be. 

I have come to a conclusion that "these" dreams, day dreams are not vague simulations in the brain, they have to be some calculations in the book of God. There's a balance for the simplest to the most complex.

I am trying to restrict my diet and like never before the whole of Mumbai seems to be hogging on vada pav, wherever I turn my head. I try not to compromise. I have no option than to be satisfied with the saliva in my mouth that seems to taste like the last vada pav I ate. Once, not long back, I ate all the vada pav available around me, which still has voluminous mark on me. Now I don't, but everyone else does, so there goes the balance. All am left with are the dreams that fly in periodically with vada pav in their hands.

I always wanted to get settled somewhere, quieter, peaceful and green. The last place in mind was Mumbai, which a friend of mine recently described as the city of gutters. On a parallel situation, a dear friend wanted a life other way round. She loved the loudness and the speed of this city. Married within a gap of a month, whenever we meet, we have to mention the reality that our dreams were exchanged. There goes the balance and another perfect calculation in the blue book existing miles above our head.

A cobbler makes a shoe for no particular, single person. He takes in some variables and creates the best possible one and delivers it to the world. Its not of importance to him which legs fit in.
I wish God realizes the high demand for the shiny ones and creates in whole sale. AMEN!

Answer Sheets

I have been travelling in the Mumbai Local trains for some days now. Every day there is something that happens when I think that “OK” I shall go home today and write this one in the blog. But have not been urged to that extent to have memory of that till I get back home. Finally today…. A School teacher has initiated me.

Same train, same time to the same place. 

I notice one of the school girls is staring at something behind in the seats for quite sometime now. Not bothered to peep myself as I find it embarrassing.  It’s a rare trait to find in the Ladies Compartment travelers probably coz am new. Still getting used to the environment. It’s a whole other world with whole other set of rules, more on that later.

Finally! I got a seat! Oh! This is what the girl and everyone around is staring at. A school teacher is correcting answer sheets. And she is doing it at supersonic speed. Page turns √ √ √ and ∞ ∞. Next Page, big slash in the large vacant area. Now Marks, 2-2-1-0-0. Tuck tuck tuck. The red ink flows. How could she be so fast? I guess teachers are so used to doing it that they know by shape of the sentence whether it contains correct words or not. Experience makes man perfect!

(Wondering what that ∞ symbol is? It is supposed to be the shape indicating wrong, she was putting every now and then.)

Thoughts start wandering: How would my teachers have corrected my papers. I do remember writing one paper, where she wouldn’t have had to do much hardwork, look at many shapes. Two lines and big slashes in the rest :D

Next Station, another enthusiastic girl boards in. She is literally drooping over the teacher to see the action going on. Couple of minutes behind I see her biting her nails. 

The final station is approaching, the slowing train has somehow triggered teacher’s speed to super supersonic. The fate of the student is now being witnessed undistractedly by all the commuter of 5:33 Thane from Kanjur.  

Everybody stars, including me this time. 

NB: Sadly couldnt find a single image of answer sheet on Google