Observations of the Day - 3

* Nimboo says: Events in the past may be roughly divided into those which probably never happened and those which do not matter. 

I say: What crap :D :D 

* Serious-looking hot guy sits in front of me in a bookstore and browses NYC Lonely Planet guide. i notice while browsing my own "serious" books like Palace of Illusions and Disgrace. A tug of war in my head whether to "casually" open a conversation with NYC topic. Hot guy gets up and goes away. I get back to my books.

I say: @#?!@*#% me.

* People always have time for you if they know that your presence is temporary in their life.

Observations of the Day - 2

* Whenever, wherever, how many times ever....i can read Harry Potter again and again and again. i dont think i can get tired of the books.

* You cannot, absolutely cannot escape your genes. Scary thought.

WHAT THE F@#?! some of my posts are missing !!!

Observations of the day - 1

* Married people...no, make that married women, are pure EVIL for single people. they think singles have a sad life when they buy material comforts for their own self and dont have that "special" one to share it with. they pull all stops to drag singles into their orbit.

* Straight men seem to be more uncomfortable in the presence of gay men than straight woman in presence of a gay woman.

I sometimes think i am in love with the author more than their books. Case point: Arundhati Roy, Orhan Pamuk, Vikram Seth.

I need to have this in bold, italicised, and underlined: parents are ALWAYS right. Never argue with them. Say yes to everything. Think and do exactly as you please.

A Tenuous Connection

i have a five minute conversation everyday, on my way to work. with a person, who has lived just about five years on this planet.

everyday morning, i come out of the metro station and this kid gives me company till i reach my office building. he just came-up to me one day and smiled at me and asked me where i was going. subsequently, he has told me that his name is something that sounds suspiciously like "rahul". he is dressed in threadbare clothes and nothing to wear on the foot. he doesnt know his age, so i have assumed that he is five. he can barely speak coherently, still has the lisp of a kid, yet to learn to speak clearly. he goes to a nearby school, when i ask him why he isnt at school at this time of the day, he shrugs his shoulders and says, "i will go after i talk to you". something tells me he doesnt go to a school. the first day i offered him a gum, he said, "i dont take toffees from strangers". he finally accepted my mint after a few days.

the other day, it was raining very hard and i saw him, mud splattered all over himself, running towards me, grinning..like he couldnt be happier. i asked him to take a bath and then come and talk to me. he seemed to take offense in it, sulked and walked quietly beside me, until i gave-up and opened the conversation. simple talk like 'i ate milk and biscuit today', 'i have four friends here and all of us run around the park and play hide-and-seek'. one day i got a peek at the knowledgeable side of him when he said, "my friends try to cross the road when signal is not green. tell me, is it right ? will they not get hit by a car ?".

every time i ask him about his school, he sounds evasive. he could easily pass-off as a child beggar. and lets face it, people find it harder to shoo away a thin, hungry-looking child and so they throw some change. yet, when i tried to give him a pack of biscuits, he refused. when i gave him one, he took it and started munching it right away. the other day he asked me what i ate for breakfast. i was about to say cereals, but i said i ate biscuits (realizing that explaining cereals to him would be quiet hard).  how many ? i held up two of my fingers. he (rightly) counted two. and then he started counting one, two, three....and fumbled after nine.

i sometimes feel like buying him a pair of footwear or giving an old sandal or something. but i am not sure if that will go down too well with his people. i would like to get some old clothes for him, but do i really have the right to gift him something ? i would like to take him to school, make sure that he is going to school. but how do i do that without overstepping my boundaries.

i have often thought of going up and talking to his mother, atleast trying to find out if he goes to a school. i am apprehensive about her reaction to this intrusion from me. who am i to question her ? more than that, i think am afraid that i will scare him off, that she might prevent him from talking to me, that this fragile link i have with him will break.

untill then, i always look forward to my five-minute, nine am conversation with my five-year old friend.