Tuesday, May 07, 2013

Once again I take the roads I used to know well twenty years ago. It is dark, Sunday crowds throng the roads. High rises and office blocks have overtaken known landmarks. I ask for directions and am answered in Hindi, perhaps they aren’t used to seeing a tired woman with a backpack that hour of the night, but I’m supercharged, my first ever BRTS ride, zipzapzooom, and a stranger, a lady with a bandana covering most of her face, offers me a scooter ride, I ride pillion after  decades. The city is scorching even as it races after new new new, makes me grateful for the slow and plodding pace of change in the hometown. Between the tragic-comic drama of those two days, and the stranger in that second class compartment who mentioned assisting on several films but didn’t look the part-- these have given me enough “raw material” for a lot of tales.Mogambo khush hua.

3 comments:

norrbu said...

you would make a serious mogambo.

63mago said...

Excuse me please Austere,what is BRTS?

austere said...

ha ha ha, hee hi hoo and a bottle of rum! That work better,norrbu? :))

mago-- Bus Rapid Transport Service. Right in the middle of the road they have cut space for a special lane where the bus runs, round the round the city...