April 17, 2013


One hand steered the wheel while the other did the rest – switched gears, collected money, handed back change, gave out tickets and brushed off the occasional stray-away hair that fell on his ‘tilak-clad’ forehead. All with that same practiced smooth motion. It was an almost-rehearsed rhythmic sequence of events that hinted at the repetitive, somewhat monotonous nature of his job.  

Driving a bus around Bangalore was no joke. Throw in a bus with just one door for entry & exit and no conductor to man the people-traffic? No joke at all! At the best of times when traffic was lean, maybe he flashed a wry smile. Most of the time however, he was probably at his grumpy efficient best. He had to be. For he was a multi-tasker, juggler, acrobat, artist – all of it rolled in one.

To think that we use the term Superhero for heroes that rescue their lady loves from hanging buses.

April 10, 2013

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger!

The best and worst of people come shining through when times are tough. Her experience over the last few months simply validated this thought over and over again. Putting herself in the other person’s shoes wasn't easy but she had tried to in order to be somewhat objective about her experience. She felt strongly that the other perspective, however warped it might seem to her at the moment, had to be considered.

And so she did but try as she might, she couldn’t relate to it. She couldn’t relate to the harshness. She couldn’t relate to the coldness. She couldn’t relate to the anger. She couldn’t relate to the thoughtlessness. She couldn’t relate to the pretense...pretense relating to people that they both loved. She couldn’t relate to the ego and how it was taking over judgement and reason. She couldn’t relate to the convenient forgetfulness…of the past that had got them to where they were today.

There was a lot that she couldn’t relate to…and it had been that way for a long time. ‘Once upon a time’ was a distant memory and she was glad for that. Glad that at the end of it all, she would come out stronger, tougher and smarter. She had learned enough valuable life lessons to pass on…and pass on she would, for the future should know. The future shouldn’t have to experience the same. She knew that she had no control over that. All she could control was how she would be with them. Honest, open and forthcoming…about all of it…like she had been all along.

With them…the ones who mattered.