Some called him beggar while some called him mental case, but he never cared to bother. May be because he was either not in his senses or was rather saint like to not bother about it. What mattered to him was he was getting fed.
He would roam around on the streets with no specific aim as to where he wants to go, he would just walk. Kids would be curious as to where his home was, where his mother was, why his cloths are not clean and in one piece – you know, kiddo questions. From morning six to the time when shops, restaurants would open, he would just roam – pointlessly. But the scene would change once it’s time to start the business.
Early morning one tea stall would come to life in some corner of some road. If the tea stall owner is lucky, he would see this “Tiger” (as they all used to call him) passing by his stall. He would promptly offer a cup of tea to Tiger, free of cost. Tiger doesn’t eat or drink anything that has a price tag, he can’t afford to. But if someone offers him something free of cost, he would just grin at the person, accept it and move on. The giving-to-Tiger wasn’t an act of philanthropy, it was rather selfish act. The tea stall owner would be happy because feeding Tiger meant the business would soar like anything. That’s how it was.
At times he would ask (or shall I say beg) for food or a cup of tea and sometimes someone would willing give it to him. The people, who knew that giving to Tiger was like hitting a jackpot, never objected to him taking a biscuit from the pack or asking for a cup of tea or even a onetime meal. Rather there used to be a competition as to who all get to feed “Tiger”. Those who didn’t know the “benefits” of giving to Tiger would obviously object and pay the price as their business won’t earn much for them that day.
Some believed in Tiger being the lucky charm, some were skeptical of accepting it. But as far as Tiger was concerned, he lived a happy-go-lucky life. He used to smile irrespective of the person giving him food or not.
P.S. – This “Tiger” was a real person and belonged to my town. I (as in we kids) and our predecessors have seen him strolling on the road. This might sound like a story but is in actual a true story.
What IMDB says – http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1255953/
Disturbing, gripping, revealing.
The story starts from societal issue of the protagonist, Nawal Marwan, being a single mother and traverses through various emotions, hardships and stark realities of the world, her world.
The notary officer, for whom Nawal worked for 18 years as a secretary, delivers two envelopes to her kids, the twin brother and sister, after she dies of a stroke. One envelope reads “For your father” and the other reads “For your brother”. The kids are in a shock after they come to know that they have another brother. The boy, having hatred in his heart for their mother, denies doing anything with those envelopes and thinks of moving on with their lives. However the sister is sensitive and thinks of following the trail back to their mother’s past and dig the links as their mother’s last wish. The story starts from here.
The plot is set in an imaginary place named “Daresh”. After being impregnated by her lover and after her family comes to know about this, her brothers kill her lover and almost killed Nawal too. The grandmother somehow pities on her and asks her to deliver the child. The grandmother then asks her to leave the village and move to town, without the kid as she gives away the kid, the village not being safe for Nawal anymore. Nawal moves into city, starts working with University’s radio station, learns French but the desire to find the whereabouts of her child is still burning within her. With the same desire she starts tracking back her child and comes to know that the kid was given to an orphanage in South (a place dreaded to be full with extremists).
She then gets caught for killing a Nationalist politician and spends 15 years in jail. The movie talks about her sufferings while being a single mother, being away from her child, being in jail and being in a society so full with hatred and revenge. Her ordeal in keeping a secret, facing the torture and yet forgive the torturer, a shocking revelation at the end and above all be rational about everything is captured very beautifully in the movie. The movie also shows us what kind of world surrounds us and we have no idea of. See this movie to watch what a woman have to go through in a life in extreme situations and what being a mother means. Not surprised that the movie was nominated for Oscar in 2011 and has won Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film.
It’s Christmas and the world is awaiting the arrival of Santa Claus. Rather the world is awaiting gifts from Santa Claus. Some are lucky to have received the gifts (from the #SecretSantas) while some are questioning “Where is Santa Claus? I haven’t seen him in ages“. While there are some who wish people Merry Christmas, there are others who use lewd comments like “horny Santa Claus” and “slutty Santa Claus” and feel ‘kewl‘ about it.
Well, I will tell you where Santa Claus is.
He is out there, catering to the needs of REALLY needy kids and people, where he won’t be welcomed just for gifts.
He is cajoling the sad people and trying to pep their moods up.
He is roaming around the battered lives, trying to bring smile back on the faces who had almost given up.
He is in every person who cares for you and brings a positive change in your life.
This reminds me of some lines of a song from the movie “Swades“. Where Shah Rukh Khan says,
Ram hi toh ekta mein,
pragati mein Ram hai,
Ram hi toh karuna mein,
shanti mein Ram hai.
(Ram is there in the unity,
Ram is there in progress,
Ram is there in compassion,
Ram is there in peace.)
Ram bass bhakto nahi,
shatru ke bhi chintan mein hai,
dekh tyaj ke paap Raavan,
Ram tere mann mein hai
(Ram is not just in the followers,
but is there in thoughts of enemies too,
Oh Raavan, try discarding the sin,
And you will find Ram in yourself.)
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MERRY CHRISTMAS to YOU ALL.
To retrospect what’s gone,
To plan the upcoming,
To cherish the past and,
To expect better future,
January reminds me of December, when I decide (firmly) to create New Year Resolution but seldom abide by it. So was the January of 2011. One winter morning in Delhi, feet mostly in socks, two layers of woolens and hot cuppa coffee in hand, I sat in the misty portico warming my brain with what resolutions I can create and follow. (I don’t have to mention it separately that most of them have gone for a toss :P)
I kept a goal in front of me – To read 70 books in 2012 (I hate myself for reading only 15 😦 )
Maintaining a Balance sheet of Personal expenses – I followed it for some days, but the intensity faded by the coming day
Invest some amount at least in stock market – Forget about investing, I hardly had anything to even save 😦
I have managed to follow some resolutions religiously though, but not many worth a mention.
Sigh. Let it be. I think this year too in December I will create a Resolution – 2013 sheet and will try to follow it religiously 😛
The January 2011, specifically will remind me of Gurgaon. The chilly weather, fog all day long and bike rides in such a weather and the quilt I used to cover myself with to keep me warm. Also not to forget the “makke di roti and sarson da saang” – this still brings water in my mouth.
It’s almost December 2012 now. Time to look forward to January again, this time January 2013 🙂
Written for Months of the Year Challenge – Season 3
I just said “Smarty Pants” to someone.
And it got me thinking, what is the relation between pants and smartness? Just smarty is enough no? Then I did some digging on the internet and below are some of the results:
1. Urban Dictionary/Answers – A smart aleck, a know-all person.
2. Wikipedia – It’s a video game by Electronic Sports, released in 2007, featuring about 20,000 trivia questions.
But still the question remains unanswered. Why “Smarty Pants”? What’s the logic behind it? If anyone knows the relation, please to let me know 🙂