Sunday, October 25, 2015

When you don't look your age.

A few days back my sister was ere in Hyderabad and just as a meet-treat took me to a very posh restaurant located in the center of the city. If you are not in any of the dry states and the restaurant too happens to be a posh one, finding drinks in the menu there won’t raise your eyebrows. And as the government rule states one has to be above 18 to enter places where drinks are served. So the situation goes something like this.

Outside the entrance stood a security personal checking bags and stuff. When I was about to enter he asked me for my identity proof. Thinking it was just the usual norms for the place, I tried taking it out from my overly stuffed bag noticing the girls accompanying me with my squinted eyes. The other girl(my sister’s friend) was too trying to remove it from her bag while my sister stood there confused. Being familiar with the place, just when she was about to ask the person about the happenings there, he said, pointing to Jo(Sister’s friend),
“Madam,you need not take out your Id card.”

My sister promptly asked “Oh! You want to confirm her(my) age?”
He replied, “Yes mam.Just wanted to make sure she is above 18”
I stood there face-palm and gave a similar look to that guy replied sweetly,”you look much younger than your age!”
We all had a hearty laugh.

Not just that.

I had my connecting flight from Ahmedabad to Hyderabad via Mumbai and there was this little kid who was seated beside me.Throughout the journey I had been reading a book and noticing the yawing of the kid who was also adjacent to his sleeping dad.

Just as we landed at Mumbai this conversation initiated.

“Didi,Where are you going?”
“Where are you from?”
“Why Ahmedabad”
“My parents stay here.Had come to meet them”
“You stay alone at Hyderabad”
“Yes. Why?”
“Oh.Its too far from Ahmedabad.”
“Why do you stay at Hyderabad”
“I work there.”
“Toh aap school main nahi padhte?Mujhe laga aap school mai padhte ho!”

Holy Crap!
Nothing more to say.

Signing off from Chatrapati Shivaji Airport,Mumbai. J

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Solo Journey.

They say matter how close you are too your city, your parents and siblings you ought to experience staying alone atleast once in life. You get to test the strength in your roots of responsibility along with the wings of independence.

There are very minor aspects of day to day life which would have never crossed our mind which suddenly becomes noticeable and unignorable.

Now, when I'm taking my life's first solo journey in the bus, there is a background check going on in my mind,like,if there's any perishable grocery left to be used, that I've locked up the rooms and house well, that I've packed all the stuffs, downloaded the reliable safety apps etc. etc.

A few of my fellow mates asking me to go safe, parents asking me not to climb down the bus late night and many more such instructions packed with utmost love and care.

Its this cool breeze blowing by right now whilst I sit on a window side seat and look at the bustling city full of people eager to go to their hometown accompanied by the variety of sounds and noises . Its a long weekend after all.