With huge
sound and shake of scattered mind and life, I woke up to senses with festive
celebrations around. It is my first day after she left me, without thinking
anymore I started to park where I feel subsided into nature every morning. Delhi
smog is still persistent with people around walking for their daily routine
with masks around their face. I once watched a researcher and astrologists
predicting that there will be a day in human life when air has to be purified
which Hindus worship as Vayu. Though I don’t believe things that fly around my
ear, there was this thing constantly disturbing my mind “You are a bloody
fucker and idiot who doesn’t have trust on your loved ones and unable to
achieve anything in life”. It was her who told me this.
Urjit, with his stern
voice avoided me from my accidental walk towards a speeding car followed by
driver’s curses. Though Urjit was my best friend, I never tried to tell him
what I was going through. We walked searching for an atm unsuccessfully.
Demonetisation has been showing severe financial crisis among the middle-class
economy. Suddenly hit by an old woman with her walking stick, I got irritated.
“Why the hell do you walk on roads without even watching people around you”
shouted Urjit at her. She was Delhiite but very good at Tamil said sadly “Naan
Enna Panringa.” Completing my bachelor degree might not have given me enough
knowledge for understanding Mechanics of machines but gave me a little social
exposure to tamil language. I asked her “Ma, watch and go, you have hit me with
your walking stick” little hesitantly as the crowd started staring at us by
that moment. Scared old woman continued “Beta, I am blind. Sorry for causing
trouble. I have my pension money that I get every month. I want it to get
exchanged at bank. I can’t believe my son who has thrown me on road as I was
troubling him with my health issues. Though he offered help, I am scared that
he will not return my money. I am unable to find any bank nearby. Can you
please help me?” (translated)