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That man with books and a cup of tea


The sunshine of the beautiful Spring morning fell graciously upon Delhi town. Out in Connaught place the warmth seemed to infuse into daily walkers, the newspaper hawker, young and old lovers, the policeman among many others. The otherwise grumpy old man tipped the chai wala generously, the coffee shop guy put the extra creme in the coffee cup of a trendy North Eastern lady. This shriveled beggar approached the task of trying to persuade perfect strangers to bear the burden of their maintenance with that optimistic vim which makes all the difference. It was strange yet happy morning!

But this girl who looked eighteen but was actually twenty two, was in no mood of imbibing that brightness, that joie di vivre. It was as if she took a flight from Mars like a perfect stranger- lonely and lost yet curious. So, she walked aimlessly humming Bob Dylan’s Mr. Tambourine Man, when she banged into somebody not quite the man with a tambourine but a man with three books and a cup of tea.

“I am awfully sorry ma’am,” said this book man.

“Look you Mr. absent minded, What you did to my white chicken cloth skirt, it’s all brown now- because of your yucky tea. Already, I am uncomfortable in this strange little town and you have made it worse.”

“Tell me how can I make it better for you?”

“By buying a new skirt for me for starters.”

It was maybe her figure of speech or her angry expression that made him laugh hard and this infuriated her. But he was smart enough to cut her off in between and suggested an idea.

“Okay I am buying you a new skirt,” said the book man with a look that expressed, “Wow! I have got this new experiment to deal with.” He was amused yet little scared by this petite girl.

It was a scary although exciting proposition but she walked with this polite book and tea man and she carried mountains of heavy thoughts that made her more nervous than having been caught by her dad stealing his Glenfidditch and her class twelve board exams.

“I think I should go or maybe I should walk with him. This is Delhi after all.”

Seeing her nervous the man asked,” Why are you so scared and nervous?”

Does this man happens to have an X Ray vision. “No I am not nervous….haha nervous who me? I was wondering what books are you reading,” she replied trying to find a common interest.

“Okay one is PG Wodehouse, Jeeves novel if you heard of it…very funny, this one is by John McEnroe- the tennis star and the third one is by Gurucharan Das- India Unbound.

“Oh I have read India Unbound and enjoyed it. Mr. Das is one of the few Indian authors who writes so well and Jeeves is my absolute favourite. I love tennis and wouldn’t mind reading the legendary John Mcenroe’s book, I have read Andre Agassi and Rafael Nadal’s,” she replied excitedly.

“Hmm quite a tennis lover you are… So what do you do?

“I seriously do nothing as of now. I am looking to work somewhere, probably I want to get into the marketing field.. What do you do?”

“I, well don’t laugh but I work in a bookstore.”

She let out a whistle hearing this- the whistle that would have made Audrey Hepburn’s in Breakfast at Tiffany’s sound less significant. “Wow! I like the company of book lovers, so where is your shop? I must visit it some time. Are these your books?”

“Yes these are all mine. Come to my bookstore today, it is at Hauz Khas village.”







Diary entries


I don’t know exactly what to write today. I wanted to write something because I am feeling slightly bored and depressed so I have made few diary entries.

I was surprised to see myself crying at 5 am in the morning. Those salty droplets of water which often unleash the repressed feeling just wouldn’t stop until I came back to my senses and discovered that I had a bad dream where I saw my maternal grandfather die. If it’s not my grandfather, somebody else and such kind of dreams often pester me. I decided to research on my dreaming pattern and such kind of dreams often reflect our fears. I have a deep rooted fear of losing people I really love because they are the ones who always will accept me for what I am. Not only that, it somehow also reflects my fear of being said, “NO”

Secondly, I have been reading this wonderful book, “Seven Years in Tibet” and I have got the movie based on the book too but I will watch it later. This book is about a daring escape by Heinrich Harrer ( Olympic ski champion).Being an Austrian, he was taken as a prisoner of war in India during the Second World War. But on his third attempt he finally succeeded in escaping into Tibet. He stayed there for seven years, learned the language and acquired a greater understanding of the country often neglected. Makes me want to visit Tibet.

Thirdly, nobody can convince me to buy an iPad or another tablet for it is inconvenient, takes too much of space in your bag, besides reading anything on it is a pain to retina.

Fourthly, I used to hate maths in school but believe me now the very same maths is giving me hell lot of confidence and happiness. I have found that maths is my new found love. My maths teacher will either kill himself or will really hug me after reading this. He is as complicated as maths.

Talking about love, I still wonder if Tina Turner is right in singing, “What is love but a second-hand emotion?” Wish Tina and I are proven wrong.

Almond Oil is actually good for skin. I feel my skin nourished and protected. Thanks again mummy, you say more truths than lies. I also read that olives are not only good for hair but for ovaries, that bananas reduces your weight. I want to give yoga a try but need good instructor but before that I need somebody to convince me that Yoga is actually good.

As I was passing Subway, I wondered why the food chain is named after underground tunnel. Google didn’t  give me an answer.

I feel suffocated in this city until I let it out today. Is there no escaping, maybe I am not as brave as Harrer.

So, Rafael Nadal is scared of lightning, dogs and lights being switched off in his room and his uncle. Well so much for big burly guys, I bet they are even scared of guinea pigs.

Can people stop flaunting on Facebook? Do they even realize that their awesome lives, look awful.

Wow!!! I love the snow flakes on WordPress. Cheers me up.

Just wondered how interesting I can be when I am bored or maybe conceited and by the end of it I am smiling.