scared sadhu

Mid day in the month of June.. from around night 10pm to next day 5pm, I had a whirlwind of experiences…

Thinking about self as a ‘scared Sadhu’ (not sacred;) as my lifestyle indicates, I want to be like an ascetic and think and try to figure out many questions deemed philosophical, but don’t want to totally live like a hermit… I’d like to surf internet, check out a new facebook application like ‘what’s your real age’, go out with friends and travel, enjoy, and still have minimum hassles of earning money and work in a business way etc.

Anyway, got on to a train from middle are of Mumbai to north east direction, in a local train, chatted with a man praying to Allah with beads, and discussed religious practices with him, he was about past his 50’s mostly with a round beard and a square cap.

Next a family of 5, husband, wife, 2 girls (maybe aged 7-8 and 3-4, and a 2 year old boy… made a paper bird and gave to the eldest of the girls, the smaller one wanted one for herself, as I didn’t have paper, another passenger next to me tore a piece of paper from some sheets he had with him and gave to me… it was amazing cooperation and harmony around… I couldn’t believe it’s a local train compartment at 11.30pm at night.. the mother of that family was wearing a black Purdah which covered her face, except for eyes, as well… I was stuck by the differences in dressing up, but the same human vein in all of us runs the same and thus everyone socializes and mixes up so quickly and nicely…

Went to a friend’s house, stayed overnight.. chatted about various stuff, argued and analyzed n number of concepts and things… returned back to Mumbai… chatted about psychology near a tea shop, chatted with a taxi driver who drove me back to another near by area, he told me that he’s been working in Mumbai as a taxi driver since 33 years, and now feeling tired of Bombay and wants to go back and settle in his native village… how people call, ‘hey taxi’, as if they are talking to that taxi–automobile and not to a person, the driver… how respect in greeting someone has gone down over the years along with increasing crowd and population.

Reached home, relaxed, ate a mango for lunch, watched some movie… slept.. another ordinary, ‘nothing happened’ day.. of course, thought of a short story called ‘idream’.. and it becoming a movie… an indie film ofcourse.. bye.