Tuesday, November 25, 2014

SingleMan In Restaurant

Last week I went to this restaurant, it is beautifully decorated with lights. It looks great at night. I had not expected a crowd on a weekday. 

Thus it happened. I was pissed off with the boring work at office. And the bloody traffic on the road ruined desire to be at home soon. All the morons with so called the status symbol of their car, alone contributing towards the population of cars in traffic. Whenever I was in such a frustrating situation, I used to drink to relax and calm down myself. Drinking is injurious to health, they flash on TV, on the Ad or in between a movie, many times. So I was again back to the old habit of mine, eating. 

I wanted to eat something good and tasty. After reaching home, I got out of that nerdy office formal, put on jeans and a short shirt and headed straight to the restaurant alone.

An enjoyable dinner can pacify the mind at the end of a hectic day.

After reaching the restaurant I tried to find a table for myself, it was a bit crowded for a weekday. There were couples, one or two families. I had almost occupied a table that had 4 chairs. Interrupted by someone. I looked back. This was the man who takes orders.

 He asked, for how many people I needed table. And I was just myself. 

There begun the tragedy. He requested me to shift to another table which had two chairs. And it was towards a corner of the sitting area. That’s the predicament of being single and going to a restaurant. I could see others, chatting and eating.  I placed my order and waited till it arrived. In between the time made a couple of calls.

 I had my delicious dinner and a lesson.  Though I never tip for they charge service charge and VAT, this time I put a 10% of the bill as tip and left.

Friday, November 7, 2014

RIght To Traffic Free Road

On a Saturday morning I started for Bangalore Literature Festival. 2nd day. Not to be missed. ‘What a nice way to start the week end?’ I thought. I had calculated the time it would take to arrive at the venue from my place. Reached the bus stop at 9am and it was to start at 10. 1 hour was enough.

Half way I traveled very smoothly, I was excited. Then I started seeing policemen. Smelt something fishy. Then there was a lot of crowd on the road. The traffic on the road was moving very slowly. There were posters of the politician named Koi-lalitha pasted all around which were not there yesterday evening. Some scoundrel fans of Koi-lalitha had done it in the early morning. High Devotion. Then by the time I reached the central jail road the vehicles were moving at a slower than slow pace. Half of the road was covered with people in Black-and-white, there were her followers. And there was a lot of fire in their black body for their leader was accused in a Disproportionate assets case and her hearing was in Bangalore.  I was just ten minutes away from reaching the venue. The bus came to a halt. The driver said Koi-lalitha’s cars were coming and no one is allowed to move on the road. And for a person who was criminally charged, the roads were emptied, traffic was halted.

There was a long stream of vehicles on the road. I looked out of the window. After 10 minutes a series of vehicles passed a car, a police jeep, a security van, a police van… And then the signals became green. I was late by 45 minutes.

Why treat a criminal charged person like a VIP?  IT HAPPENS ONLY IN INDIA.

PM Parendra Modi was to address at ISRO, Bangalore. And the traffic was diverted to give him a traffic free road to reach there. And we the common men ended up in a heavy traffic, where the buses drove applying break at each meter they covered.  I reached office late.

Here is my concern. Why should not these politicians and whoever gets this facility travel like we do?

The people who travel everyday in the city or town they end up spending a lot of time in traffic. But these so called Political class people they escape what a common man faces. Unless they encounter these situations, they will definitely miss the real picture of India. What about the comfort of the people?

An ambulance is always found stuck in heavy traffic. They hardly got any police escort. Is not the life of the person important? The time of the citizens is not as important as their time.  They have got work and so do we.