Howdy!!! To R.E.S.P.E.C.T. someone is not something that can be taught; neither can it be imposed on someone by some laws. What is happening nowadays in country is known to all of you. So, let’s not go into the background. What my point is, it can only be stopped once people will learn to R.E.S.P.E.C.T.. [...]
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Posted By jayendra on June 23rd, 2012
Shalom!!!
It was supposed be our first mid-night dhaba visit like I and my friends used to do in college days.
After eating one packet of tiger biscuit Hari was not satisfied. I was trying to kill time by reading another John Grisham’s work A time to kill and Hari was reading one of my favorite The Rainmaker. Suddenly he disappeared from my room. I waited for 5-10 minutes and then went to check him. He was telling he is hungry. Suddenly everyone in my room started telling same. Started with Saubhgya then Prabu and then Anand. So, started to think of going to one of the four dhabas near our flat. I was much more interested in going there at 1 AM, just like the old days.
We checked from the window but no light was there. Then also we decided to go. Hari decided to take his i-card in case of encounter with mobile police. We left the flat silently in an effort to not to wake up the old man living on the ground floor who always curses our company for several reason (this matters deserves a separate post, so I’ll be updating it soon).
When we reached on the road we could find nothing but trucks. We surveyed every dhaba but we got nothing. Hari clicked some photographs from his brand new phone and we returned back to our room in half an hour. And on the way, he decided that he would make coffee after reaching back.
On the way, one police vehicle crossed us but they didn’t bother to bother us. In my opinion all were sleeping except the driver who must have been cursing the others.
We came back and enjoyed the coffee, which, to my surprise, he really made. Yes, he is getting better day by day, talking about the taste of the coffee.
So, the thing which I wanted to do, did happen, but I wanted some more time out of flat, on the road, under the open sky. But we had no place to go. I learned that no more mid-night visits to dhaba in shorts, like old college days is possible here.
Everyone has slept, hungry, and we are waiting for morning breakfast.
I’ll come back soon, enjoy reading.
PS: I hope I haven’t lost the touch.
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July 3rd, 2012 at 9:39 pm
geat ji It’s very interesting ji when i see this in your block