Miracles... they happen!!!!
The moment of unfathomable fear strangles and when uncertainty mocks, the thinking you is muted and you are stolen of reason.I needed to reach the office early. The assignment had split me through as language that I was dealing with was fairly Greek or Latin (or closer to the context-Kannada) if I may say so. Words "a journalist with a vehicle and versed in local language alone survives" kept hammering the back of my already agonising head. More agonising turned out the disheartening fact that I was swiped out of all my monthly allowance owing to reporting places daily. I live in the times of worse hit economy and my case seemed exceptionally like the worse victim of inflation. Valiant as I like to believe myself to be, I pledged I would take the local bus to the office without being subject to mob tracking or even landing up in a completely different destination altogether. I needed motivation, that insurmountable hope and self belief that I was capable of saving a few penny by communing through a less expensive ride. "Yes we can" the magical lines that won Obama his seat seem to comfort me too.Alas the inspirational stream seems drying up and the only quote rescuing me was the borrowed "Yes we can" which I customized to "Yes I can"
So there I was, middle of 'somewhere' seeking directions from the less pissed off pedestrians who would point that index to one of the directions and I would be navigated. Yes, that fateful finger direction was much more invaluable to me than the North pole star for the wayfarers. I needed to prove this... if not to anyone but my moral self.Stranded in some unknown place in Bangalore made me remember all the prayers I 'd ever had memorised. Calm is what what I needed quite contrary to the inner anxiety.
Like the swarm of migrating birds finally set into the sky, a relief came when I landed in the bus stop which I presumed would take me to my destination. A sudden pop from the crowd wasn't welcome but this man in Khaki seemed not to move away despite my extremely unpleasant exhibit of body language.
So there I was, middle of 'somewhere' seeking directions from the less pissed off pedestrians who would point that index to one of the directions and I would be navigated. Yes, that fateful finger direction was much more invaluable to me than the North pole star for the wayfarers. I needed to prove this... if not to anyone but my moral self.Stranded in some unknown place in Bangalore made me remember all the prayers I 'd ever had memorised. Calm is what what I needed quite contrary to the inner anxiety.
Like the swarm of migrating birds finally set into the sky, a relief came when I landed in the bus stop which I presumed would take me to my destination. A sudden pop from the crowd wasn't welcome but this man in Khaki seemed not to move away despite my extremely unpleasant exhibit of body language.
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