india revisited

so now i m back on my soil, after all those days longing for chats, golgappas , dying to hear the language, face the heat, i am admist this all.. and frankly it seems as if i had never gone away... suddenly those 6 months in a foreign land seemed like a dream!
coming here, i didnt miss the trams or the metros, infact i became quite used to the car rides, the horns the heavy traffics...

what came as a slight annoyance was the poverty, the ragged children beating their head down our car, when we make a frowning face, sweating all over... it shamed me to see them begging in such a way! when they can afford life much better and of a totally different style!

to see them stand at the cross roads of heavy traffic gurgaon, where the people are merciless... wht the hell... even i turned my face, they squint at you with indifference, with a usual routine at every car, every vehicle tht leaves tht cross road!

can u even imagine standing under the hard sun of 40 degrees celcius, touching the heated metal of the car, with their polluted bronze hair, clothes turned the same color of the road with dust, even their skin color suits the nearby cement back ground! the entire picture comes out so edged and hard, that it is a shocking contrast to the goldne haired, blue eyed, pretty girl standing in an expesive pink brnaded dress with a small barbie bag in her hand! u can literally melt at her site...coodle, swim in those big blue eyes.. and suddenly this vision of the eyes staring at you! knowing well tht u wont really bother paying them, the half form words from their mouth, delivered in the same tone,

how we move like a metre away from the window that they have touched, imprints of one small hand and one big, dirty... and on a totally different scenario is whn again for tht litle podgy hand, we are gladly ready to wipe the drool from our shirts.....

how different can an imprint get... even imprints of human touch has gold written on it...