Showing posts with label bird. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bird. Show all posts

Monday, 4 June 2012

The Fruit Seller

There is one particular occupation that I relate to, and that might infact be my alternate occupation as well - The Fruit Seller.  I love fruit in all its different hues and shades, flavours and tastes.  Imagine a world where everyone is a kind of fruit, for example, you might be the pear fruit, I might be the mango another might be the melon.  All of us would have names like "Mango Singh" or "Melon Mehta" or even "Gauri Grape" or say "Meena Leechi". And whenever anyone needed someone, we would just go to the fruit seller and pick up the appropriate fruit.  So if you wanted Mandy, you would hail out to the fruit seller pointing to the mango, "iska kya daam" 'read how much does it cost ?  He would then look at you and gauge your anticipation and eagerness to buy the fruit and say, "sir, the small mango is the sour variety, and will cost you Rs 50 a kilo, that larger mango is very sweet, sir, and could go upto Rs 75 a kilo.  Now depending on whether you wanted a sweet Mandy or sour one, you would shell out the sum to the fruit seller who would, with a twinkle in his eyes, hand you over a kilo of sweet Mandy to you.  Ofcourse, he would appreciate you even further as a smart buyer if you supposedly bought sour Mandy at Rs 50 a kilo and waited for a couple of days for it to turn sweet.  That way, my friend, you would paid less for the same Mango.

Fruits nonetheless have turned very expensive, a kilo of Leechi costs nothing less than Rs 100 a kilo.  Fruit sellers have a tough time in the summers where the shelf life is very low and stocking fruit is unadvisable.  Harbhajan Singh, the wholeseller in Azadpur Mandi was recommended to me by a good friend of mine.  This fit and trim old Sardarji was known for his vitriolic temper with which he lashed out at fellow stall owners in the mandi 'read bazaar.  Has the price of each fruit at his fingertips and runs a clean shop.  His range spans coconuts from Kerala to apples from Kashmir and everything that comes in the realms of these two diverse locations which is virtually the whole of India.  His customers include people from different nodal bazaars including the one at Okhla.  Rates are phenomenal and the fruit, just yummm.  I spoke to Harbhajan Singhji about getting him coconuts from Karnataka and he, the big hearted man that he his, had only one answer "wahe guruji ki meher ho toh, sab kuch hoga". 
God willing, everything will happen.

Saturday, 2 June 2012

The Flight of Fancy

So How open are you ?
Do you even know what it is to be open and honest ?
Do you realise how we influence each others life ?
I am firm believer in the sphere of influence.  I believe my friend and if you believe in me, we shall form a group of people who by the influence of their pure and meaningful thought set new patterns of life.  Life as we know it is just a delusion, uncontrollable and out of control as we saw yesterday.  Control my friend, is when life is no longer a string of illusions, but real and within our grasps to shape as we please.  Dream on 'Red' as I am called in a closed coterie, and I shall dream on. 

I dream of a world where there is no discrimination based on the clothes we wear and the hair style we sport or the beard 'read goatee we keep.  It is a uni-world where your sex doesn't affect peoples outlook towards you, and as Utopian a concept as it may sound, there is only the thought of love and a firm acceptance in my head that tells other people "Use Me".  For if my friends can't use me for their benefits then no one else has any rights on my life.  "Use Me" because I want to be used by you my friend. I was a lost soul a few years back, and I used you to get back on my feet.  I will not be at rest till you have assigned a process in your life to my name.

Could I be a mariner who discovered West Indies or the pilot who touched the outer extremities of the atmosphere.  Could I for example, win the noble prize for peace one day.  I dream of the pot of gold at the end of rainbow.  I dream of a friend who would leave a trail for me to follow to the pot of gold where he would wait for me on a beach chair.  The last few years have not been easy, they have been a fight with life every morning, sporting a bandanna and my naturally free flowing beard, my mind has called for freedom.  The birds that fly in the sky are freer than even the most powerful person on earth, because they fly to a rhythm divine, a path set forth by the forces of nature, so very much in their elements that even in the eventuality of death it seems to be a natural consequence of that path.  Oh Lord set me free from the pain and suffering for I desire to fly with them birds.
I was born free and I struggle everyday so I can die a free man.