every moment that passes has a message but we tend to distort the guide of the moment to the tune of our thinking that it becomes irrelevant..we misinterpret individuality then but we seldom realize..but the message remains the same..we need to go beyond..alas! we seldom go..
The best way to know the self is feeling oneself at the moments of reckoning. The feeling of being alone, just with your senses, may lead you to think more consciously. More and more of such moments may sensitize ‘you towards you’, towards others. We become regular with introspection and retrospection. We get ‘the’ gradual connect to the higher self we may name Spirituality or God or just a Humane Conscious. We tend to get a rhythm again in life. We need to learn the art of being lonely in crowd while being part of the crowd. A multitude of loneliness in mosaic of relations! One needs to feel it severally, with conscience, before making it a way of life. One needs to live several such lonely moments. One needs to live severallyalone.
Saturday, 17 January 2015
THE HONEY-GINGER-LEMON TEA AND THE DOGGED DOG
friend first pulled my attention to it during our random stopover at a
chai-shop (tea-shop) in the market opposite the main gate of the Indian
Institute of Technology, Delhi (IIT).
lunch, we decided to take a walk and the urge to have some ‘chai’ took us to
the market complex.
this dog was sleeping king-size in front of a food joint before the chai-shop,
Chayoos, an outlet that we could locate where we thought to experiment with for
fulfillment of our urge.
had read somewhere that dogs sleep, on an average, some fourteen hours a day.
Now I don’t have any idea about the verity of this claim but the dog here
certainly looked living it fully.
the midst of a slightly upscale market place with people frequenting food
joints that dotted the place, he was positioned there, in his deep sleep,
indifferent to the chatter of people gorging on delicacies while sipping their
choices of brews.
gorging on food is universal a habit to most of the Delhiites irrespective of
which scale and class of the society they come from. In fact, the more affluent
ones gorge more copiously (or stylishly), irrespective of which upscale area of
Delhi they populate.
by his size, our dog looked sharing this inherent gluttony of Delhiites. Clad
in a striped dog coat, he was clearly obese. Sleeping under the tutelage of the
‘proclamation standy’ of the joint, with a radiant doggedness, he was sleeping
like its brand ambassador and it seemed he was adopted by the ‘marketplace with
many food joints’ and was enjoying many patrons and good Samaritans.
by my instinct and my friend’s suggestion, I clicked the frame in some angles.
Thereafter, we proceeded to meet the demand of our urge.
this chai shop was like any other outlet in such places, promising big with
cramped surroundings, with sitting places giving a feeling worse than the economy
class leg rooms of many so-called no-frills air carriers. Frequented by people
of all shapes and sizes, it had a longish menu on chai.
both settled on ‘honey-ginger-lemon’ tea. The counter guy took our order,
obviously with a smiling face. But the marketing innovation, yes the promoters
of this chain would have thought so, that came with the smile while taking the
order was a silly one.
a marker in hand, the folk asked our name. It’s common, so I told him. Now what
he does - he writes our names on the two mugs that are to be used to serve our
order. And after the order is prepared, he shouts our name as on the mugs to call
us. Now rubbish it was. It was a small space and there was no need for this senseless
‘value addition’. A simple order number would have done it better.
we were not going to think in ‘outrageous for them’ terms that asking and
writing names on mugs meant they would gift the respective mugs to the customers
(and so to us). Even if their ‘honey-ginger-lemon’ tea was overpriced, the ‘innovation’
would not be financially viable.
the tea served was good in taste and volume, better than my many experiences
with ‘honey-ginger-lemon’ tea and ‘honey-ginger’ tea at many other outlets. We
sat with, talked and discussed freely and had some quality time together on our
once-a-year meeting. And the taste and the volume indeed helped in this. Also,
they had accepted our request to bring down the volume of the audio.
finishing the tea, when we came out, we again saw our dogged dog, now fully awake
and strolling around the marketplace in unison with its oversized built. He was
walking around like he owned the place.
extending my previous act, I took some more frames of him and we proceeded to
complete our walk.