I Must Stop

Yesterday seemed to be a decently pleasant day. I wouldn’t define it as joyous, I would go with the word sweet. My day began to wrap up when I was waiting for my bus at the bus stop to  head back to my PG Room before our deadline. I had been waiting for about ten minutes and my bus showed no signs of showing up. I noticed a little boy, say 3 years old, walking towards where I was standing holding hands with his father. I noticed that the kid was cribbing about something and the father tried to console him in a voice as soft as possible. As he came closer, I could hear what he was saying. Not that I intended to listen to their conversation, I just could hear from where I was standing.

They were conversing in their (and my own) mother tongue Tulu.

“Appa. Bajel aapundu”, (Father, I am thirsty.), said the kid.

“Itthe bus barpundu. Jatthi boka parka.” (Our bus will be arrive in some time, once we get down, lets drink something), the dad consoled.

“Appa mast bajel apundu. Onji juice.” (Father, I am very thirst. One juice.). For a minute I thought the kid was making it up, kids do have a tendency to exaggerate to get their way through. But this guy sounded very genuine.

The father noticed that people around were now noticing the duo and stepped a little away from the crowd. 

The guy began stomping his feet and continued, “Appa, mast bajel apundu. Onji juice detth korle.” (Father, I am very thirst. Please buy me one juice). By now, I had began to feel for the guy. He sounded very restless and somehow, I knew he wasn’t making it up.

The father kept his calm and said, “Maga. Malle ijji. Itthe muttuva. Adha parka.” (Son, don’t work. We will reach in a while. We’ll drink then.”, though their bus hadn’t arrived yet.

The father lead the son and moved further away.

“Appa. Mast bajel apundu. Mast bajel apundu. Daalandala parka.” (Father, I am very thirsty. I am very thirsty. Lets drink anything.)

They father for a minute lost his calm and yelled, “Paniyatha, boka getth korpe andhu? Hata malpodchi. Manipande unthula!” (I told you right, I will be buying for you later. Don’t be stubborn. Stand quietly now!)

I had an urge to go buy a bottle of juice and give it to the boy. I was feeling that bad for him. But that just wouldn’t be right. It didn’t appear like the father was denying to buy the boy a bottle of juice because of financial constraints. At least that’s how it looked. But I am sure that the father would have had some reason. Maybe the guy wasn’t supposed to drink juices, health issues maybe. Maybe the guy was making it up. I couldn’t recognize it, but who am I? Obviously his father knows him the best. Or maybe it was financial issues after all. The one thing I learnt quite early is that never judge anyone by their looks. 

I continued to stand there as the guy continued to whine and the father kept consoling him to have patience as he moved away step by step from the crowd, becoming conscious that the kid was loud enough to be heard midst the racket of the national highway and chatter  of the innumerable people rushing around. 

I saw my bus coming round the corner and moved ahead to board it. I looked back for one last time to see the kid. He looked up with pleading eyes to his father and the father looked outstretched in the direction in which the bus they were waiting for would be coming from perhaps.

I boarded my bus and got what I refer to as the ‘Side seat’, the one beside the driver. The entire episode ran in my head again. Deep inside I felt very bad, for no apparent reason. It was then that I realized, I sympathize too much. Maybe, I sympathize unnecessarily. I must really stop that.


Till Next Time.





Many times, very lately, I have been very unsure, about so many little things. I wouldn’t call them life changing decisions, but they are choices that would define me perhaps. I do not want to bore you with the details of it.
This picture.
Such prettiness. One little line and so much sense. Logic rules the world, but do you really care about who rules the world? Thinking is not something everyone can do effectively, but too much of it will get you nowhere either. Take a leap of faith.

Cockroach Menace

This happened about three weeks back.

I had a lot of petty tasks to complete for one day and hence I decided to sleep over them, my way of avoiding them. The next morning I woke up a little early because no matter how lazy a person I am, work is work and time won’t wait. I opened my cupboard and thought that I saw something move. How could something inside my cupboard move on it’s own? I convinced myself that it was my early morning brain that was playing with me and proceeded with whatever I had to do. After a while I could  hear water gushing out of my hot water tap (which I open  at 6 AM every morning because, you know, I love hot water showers). So shower time it was. I set aside my laptop on which I was working and opened my cupboard to  take out my clothes. And then I saw him! I wasn’t hallucinating earlier that morning. He was there. He was quick, very quick, but he was there. A giant cockroach! Inside my cupboard! A giant cockroach inside my cupboard! I began to freak out. I am not really scared of cockroaches, but finding a cockroach inside my cupboard was equivalent to stabbing the cleanliness freak in me right at the heart! Just about a week before that I had cleaned my cupboard; every nook and cranny. Things in my cupboards are arranged such, so that whatever I want can be accessed in no time and of all things that could land up in my cupboard, a live cockroach? It was pretty much a shocker. The thought of how the cockroach could damage clothes and other properties inside the cupboard was very disturbing too. I had no cockroach killing spray in the room then and realised that I would get late for college if I continued to stand and ponder. I had to carry on, then.

That very evening, I went to every possible store and shop in Nitte and inquired in multiple languages if they had any form of medicine or poison to kill cockroaches. To my disappointment, all I got was ‘Lakshman rekha’, the chalk with which you draw lines and this line, apparently, repels cockroaches. I had to settle with that. I came back to my room and began taking out things from the cupboard one by one, rack by rack, I realised that I do have a lot of things I do not need, all thanks to my undying love for inanimate things. I drew lines all over my cupboard, While I was doing this, a junior walked into my room and inquired why I was doing what I was doing. I narrated to her the entire incident and she said that room freshener would help to a great extent too. She brought it from her room and I sprayed in into my empty cupboard. I put back my belongings into the cupboard. Surprisingly, throughout all this, the cockroach was nowhere to be seen. I wasn’t successful in spotting the cockroach but I was content because I did my part. By the time I was done with arranging my cupboard, it was supper time and the rest of the evening went by in a a snap of a finger.

Next morning, I woke up a little later than usual. Thank you, lethargy. In fact, I woke up to the sound of my hot water tap, so yes, I had to hurry. I opened my cupboard and BOOM! He was there again! HOW COULD THAT HAVE HAPPENED! He ran like an Olympic sprinter and disappeared in a flash. I was furious, even more so because right then I did not have the time to sort things our with Mr. Too Quick Too Smart. The whole day in college seems unusually long because I couldn’t wait to get back and deal with the cockroach. That evening, I repeated the entire process, removed all possible things from my cupboard and waited. Waited very patiently till the mean demon would emerge out from wherever it was that he was hiding. After what seemed like years, he did! And BAM! He was dead. Again, BAM! To confirm to myself that he was dead. Phew! I felt cruel and guilty to a certain extent, but I was relieved. My room suddenly appeared brighter and my shoulders felt lighter. It was as if the cockroach’s soul was being raised and it took away all that irritation it had  brought upon me, along with it. It felt nice.

Sorry dear cockroach, but that was my domain.


Till Next Time,

Don’t just see, Look.