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First acquaintance

Sometimes, some people become acquaintances. By unconventional ways. You see them on the same bus everyday and they are like you who take the same bus everyday. Waiting for the same registration number in a BTS bus everyday. Well, queer as it may sound, I used to do that.

You see them often when picking vegetables, discarding one beans while picking the other. You catch them do the same with lady’s finger, all in the corner of your eye. You rarely acknowledge their presence nor they do to yours. But both of you know each other exists and it’s a pattern.

People waiting at the bus stop, the ones at the gym, the ones that come to your video library, book library, the ones that jostle for space and stand outside the ration shop. It is funny, you know them, yet don’t know them. You know their faces, the clothes they own, the footwear they wear and can guess at what they might be doing. Yet you don’t smile or say hello to them.

Well, in all these days of going to the park every morning regularly (all these days – 1 month successfully so far) I know the regular 20 – 25 of them and can distinguish them from the other random ones that pop up. Anyways, I was walking as usual and took a break after 4 rounds to do more all the time concentrating on the green in the front. I heard – ‘sustha?’ I thought mind must be playing games. I heard it again ‘susthaa’? And looked up to find an old man, who is a regular, by the way. I said ‘haagenilla’ and then proceeded to walk.

When I encountered him on my next round, he asked me to stop for a chat, told me I could join the exercise learning group if I wanted to. Then introduced himself, and said he was from Mangalore. He belongs to the club that maintains that park and his wife is the secretary of the ladies club. Also, there was a cultural program today at 2pm. I see.. I said ok, smiled and then proceeded to continue with my walking.

Well, tomorrow, I may try to talk to the burkha clad woman whom I banged into once while jogging, or might ask the red haired guy, if his hair is actually red in colour or he painted it that shade. Or might try to talk to the very old man who comes in every morning with biscuits, a bottle of water and a newspaper. Maybe he has a story. A son who snatches his newspaper, perhaps! Who knows??

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Word’s work (pun intended)

The walks in the park continue
Amidst sprained knees, I admire the view

Watching people young and old
With hair brown, black and gold

Concentrating beyond their conversations
Turning a blind eye to their appearances

Blocking the traffic that zooms around
Ignoring the school kids and their sound

The focus now is on the trees so green
Pleasant and soothing, say the eyes seen

I plonk on the parks seat overlooking windowsills
Hoping to write the next version of Daffodils

A walk in the park

A morning at the park..

Finally, after making many mental notes to myself that I need real exercise, I went to the park to take a walk. It was more for seeing how it all looked after the heavy rains last night. To see the drenched trunks, droplets filled leaves and feel the wet ground. Anyways, saw this whole variety of people there. Silly me, to think people come to just take a walk. I actually sat down for sometime to observe all the different kinds and amuse myself.

My space is me + 2 arms length: This person waves his hands all around himself, starts from the sides, takes it up, then forward and back and down. Repeats this throughout the walk. I don’t care there are others around. All I care is for my two arms length of space.

I tell you aunty: A fat middle-aged lady, or shall we say old lady who has 2 species of similar kind and keeps narrating to them endlessly about trivia that happened in her life the previous day and the other two listening, interjecting nods and hmms at appropriate times. While I took numerous rounds, I was curious to know what she had to say. Here are some excerpts.

1. maneyavaranne nambakke aagalla. Amele thane horaginavaru (Can’t trust family members itself, the others come later)

2. Bandu TV haaki koothkondre.. abba.. (if he/she comes and switches on TV and sits down, oh my God)

Well, maybe it was important that she share it with the other 2 ladies at 7 in the morning so that they know what it’s like.

Walking I tell you aunty: Burkha clad in the park, they walk slowly, one talking and the other 2 nodding. Here, the conversation is short and crisp. The other 2 ladies are disinterested here and just look ahead with an empty look on the face. They step ahead occasionally to leave way for the others who walk faster than the snail speed with which these ladies trudge the trail.

Family issues discussers: Ah.. we have enough issues(pun unintended) to take care of, that we bring them to the park, and we walk and talk. I walk to the left, my wife to the right. We don’t walk straight. We take one step to the left and one to the right alternating so that our shoulders do touching-touching once every two steps. These couples leave no room for the other walkers who embarrassingly stand till one steps away and leaves space.

Bored husband-wife: What I’m guessing is, these people spent a good time in the parks before they got married. The spark is off now and they are trying to rekindle it by coming to the place where cupid struck first. They occupy the seats at the center of the park and stare vacantly into space.

Amidst these, there are the regular walker folks, the Reebok show-off dudes, stretching uncles, juice wala with 20 kinds of juices that includes grass juice, radish juice, etc..etc.., the kids who sit on benches and doze while parents walk, the silent meditators, housewives in hawai chappal and of course, Yours observingly.. 🙂