A small pan shop, a barber shop among blinding lights of the main road, an irregular bus and some other things like this - so what can be similar among these things?
A small pan shop - We used to call the field "kachuri pana r math"(field of the pond weeds). Now I get amazed and never manage to remember the names by which people call it. Name changes. I recently picked up smoking. Maybe due to that I also started noticing the pan etc. shop on the border of the field. A radio keeps playing in the shop and an old man (sometimes an old woman) with wrinkled face and movements like that in a slow motion scene attends the shop. Point behind mentioning the radio is, it always plays a music of memories, nostalgia of days with warm sunshine and times when sky was visible from our windows! I never manage to get that feel when I rush back home and try to tune the radio to that station. Some times I get the feeling that I wont be able to find that frequency in my radio and even though I can tune into that frequency it wont play the same song in my radio. Maybe it was playing one of the same stupid channels which radio have given birth, but the shop adds a flavor of its own to whatever the radio plays. Or maybe it wraps everything in its own time wrap and tune things to its own frequency inaccessible outside the boundaries of that tiny shop. Previously as a boy I remember the carpenter shop and the old bottle, newspaper weighing and buying shop but I do not remember this small shop. Things come with new habits. It keeps happening in fantasy though.
A barber shop among blinding lights of the main road - The place is called Sadhan da's shop and holds quite a heritage. Sadhan used to cut hair wearing a safari suit. Now he is dead but the shop remains. New buildings, lamp posts etc. have washed the place with stinking glamour and brightness. But the shop still has its dull yellow door. In my recent visit i saw that they have installed a new 14" black and white TV in the shop. It reminded me of the one(of West On) which we had. When I was much younger I used to go there with father and sit on a wooden plank kept over the chair handle (as I was small) and cry my eyes out as soon as the hair cut session began! After a hair cut my demand was an 50 paisa orange candy and I was happy again. After I was promoted to sit in the chair without the wooden plank, I was more interested in the magazines kept on the bench. With those magazines of sexy models, I never regretted waiting for my turn. Now the previous things are not of much interest to me but I just like to sit there and wait for my turn.
An irregular bus - Nowadays I got an office which pays me for not wasting my time watching movies, reading books and on other fragile things. To reach office there is only one direct bus from my place and 90% time it remains overcrowded. Recently another bus has started to run in that route. It always comes out of the blue at irregular time intervals with its number written on the wind shill in white paint and bad handwriting. I never remember not getting a seat the few times I managed to find that bus. Irrespective of the time, this bus is always comfortably vacant. The fare is also a rupee less than the other regular/popular bus. Whenever it comes, it is a relief for me and I like the way it mocks the other regular or "normal" bus.
A small pan shop - We used to call the field "kachuri pana r math"(field of the pond weeds). Now I get amazed and never manage to remember the names by which people call it. Name changes. I recently picked up smoking. Maybe due to that I also started noticing the pan etc. shop on the border of the field. A radio keeps playing in the shop and an old man (sometimes an old woman) with wrinkled face and movements like that in a slow motion scene attends the shop. Point behind mentioning the radio is, it always plays a music of memories, nostalgia of days with warm sunshine and times when sky was visible from our windows! I never manage to get that feel when I rush back home and try to tune the radio to that station. Some times I get the feeling that I wont be able to find that frequency in my radio and even though I can tune into that frequency it wont play the same song in my radio. Maybe it was playing one of the same stupid channels which radio have given birth, but the shop adds a flavor of its own to whatever the radio plays. Or maybe it wraps everything in its own time wrap and tune things to its own frequency inaccessible outside the boundaries of that tiny shop. Previously as a boy I remember the carpenter shop and the old bottle, newspaper weighing and buying shop but I do not remember this small shop. Things come with new habits. It keeps happening in fantasy though.
A barber shop among blinding lights of the main road - The place is called Sadhan da's shop and holds quite a heritage. Sadhan used to cut hair wearing a safari suit. Now he is dead but the shop remains. New buildings, lamp posts etc. have washed the place with stinking glamour and brightness. But the shop still has its dull yellow door. In my recent visit i saw that they have installed a new 14" black and white TV in the shop. It reminded me of the one(of West On) which we had. When I was much younger I used to go there with father and sit on a wooden plank kept over the chair handle (as I was small) and cry my eyes out as soon as the hair cut session began! After a hair cut my demand was an 50 paisa orange candy and I was happy again. After I was promoted to sit in the chair without the wooden plank, I was more interested in the magazines kept on the bench. With those magazines of sexy models, I never regretted waiting for my turn. Now the previous things are not of much interest to me but I just like to sit there and wait for my turn.
An irregular bus - Nowadays I got an office which pays me for not wasting my time watching movies, reading books and on other fragile things. To reach office there is only one direct bus from my place and 90% time it remains overcrowded. Recently another bus has started to run in that route. It always comes out of the blue at irregular time intervals with its number written on the wind shill in white paint and bad handwriting. I never remember not getting a seat the few times I managed to find that bus. Irrespective of the time, this bus is always comfortably vacant. The fare is also a rupee less than the other regular/popular bus. Whenever it comes, it is a relief for me and I like the way it mocks the other regular or "normal" bus.
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And it came to pass that in time the Great God Om spake unto Brutha, the Chosen One: "Psst!"
:) tobu to saloon'e jetis re. Amar belay baksho haate ek bodraagi naapit ashto. Jahok, dukkhu kore kaaj nei.
Kintu "recently picked up smoking" maane? Thinking like the Great A'Tuin when speaking of time?
Anyway, another nice post.
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