The fortune teller

Biswas did not believe in all these. Still his brother-in-law took him to AB or Accurate Baba. Named so because of his perceived accuracy in future predictions. Babaji had a strange way - he examined the tongue and eyes of Biswas like a doctor and then told him - "You'll die in a train accident".

Biswas's sister had full faith on Baba. In fact she was the person who named Bhajohori Das as Accurate Baba. She insisted that Biswas stops commuting to his work place in the local train anymore. Biswas took the bus for a few days - but the bus used to be too crowded. Also it had to cross the level crossing at one place - that was seen as a probable cause of worry for his sister. So, Biswas switched to auto rickshaws. A bit more expensive but comfortable and safe. It used to take a shortcut through a narrow underpass.

But as it would have been expected - Biswas met a train accident nevertheless. The engine got derailed and fallen on his auto near the underpass.

On hearing the news, Biswas's sister was inconsolable. Still she had reasons to be happy too - her respected AB didn't go wrong. But somehow Biswas survived.  His sister has named Bhajohori Das as NAB now...Near Accurate Baba.

Reasons for anger

First time I saw her near the Park street junction. From her looks, it was quite obvious that she was a poor lady from some village. A kid, of perhaps three or four years, on her lap – he was crying. She told me something. I went closer and she had a very disturbing story. She came to the city for the treatment of her child but someone stole all her money. Cannot even go back to her village – forget about purchasing any food for the kid.

I was on my way to college – not much cash with me. Still I tried to help her to my capacity. I was angry on the person who stole her money.

I met her again after six months near the medical college. She could not recognize me. She called me this time too. And then narrated the same story! I was angry again – this time on this lady – how could she be so careless second time?

Later, my cousin told me that this lady and her story is a regular feature in the streets of Calcutta. I was extremely angry – this time on my foolishness. She cheated me emotionally.

Fast forward twenty years. I had a kid of my own by then. I was laid off from the mill I had been working with. All my savings were gone. That day, we did not have any food and my daughter was crying in hunger. That lady came to my mind. May be she was in a similar situation. I was angry for the fourth time. Why should a kid suffer from hunger?

A shady story

It was a sudden storm during the peak Delhi summer. A hail storm along with a very welcome rain. As one would expect, I was happy.  Surprisingly I found Sanjeev seating beside the uprooted neem tree with a sad face. As if, he was about to burst in tears.

It was quite strange. A street vendor so much passionate about greenery! But Sanjeev is a smart boy anyway. Though he has very little education, he often talks on topics like internet, income tax or insurance. May be, he started thinking about global warming too!

Then he opened his mouth. “Sir, in this heat, where do I seat from tomorrow? The only shade in the vicinity is gone!”

Physics the destroyer

I was sitting on the terrace with my grandmother. She was sipping her evening tea. I wanted to go downstairs but she did not want the small kid to go down alone. So, she started telling me stories. Stories about fairies. I asked her "Where do they stay?".
"There, you see. Can you see those lighted houses below the water in the pond?"
Yes, I could see those. A row of houses. Every window bright with the lights inside the rooms. There...someone moved...perhaps a fairy! And just imagine, looked like  a whole city below the water!

Physics took just a few more years to destroy all those houses.

Winter advantage

Pompomdidi gifted me a shirt. A deep tomato colored shirt made of some synthetic material. She got it from America where she stayed. She was a very distant cousin of mine but I used to feel proud of her - she was the only person I knew who stayed abroad. I used to get awestruck by looking at her fair complexion - and the obvious reason behind it, that she stayed in America. I was hardly in seventh class then.
Next seven days or so, I never missed wearing it. Finally, the Sunday, I decided to wash it myself. Once done, the next step was to press it using my father's electric iron - with my own hands. Obviously I could not leave it to anyone else - it was a shirt from America. None of my friends had such an item.
Unfortunately the American synthetic shirt could not bear the heat of the Indian iron and the back part melted. A big hole in the back. A big hole in my heart too.
But Americans used to come to India in the Winter and that was the time for us to wear sweaters. So, next day onwards again I wore the same shirt and a sweater on top of that. The large tomato colored collars visible below my grinning face.

Invitation

Paban was the helper at Kishore's tea stall just outside my college. Perhaps he was about 12 years old. Very lively. Only thing I knew about him was that he was not Kishore's son. Once I asked him, "Where do your parents stay?"
With the usual grin while still working on the cleaning of the glasses, he replied "My village is near Palla road sir! Take a train to Palla road, about a couple of hours from Howrah station. Then take a bus or a cycle van or you might even walk sir. It is very close to the station ..just 6 or 7 miles!"
"Is it a nice village?"
-"Why, of course sir! Would you like to come? Next time I go home I'll take you with me".

I never went to Palla road. With my lower middle class background, with our single room rented house, I had always hesitated even to invite my closest friends to my house. This boy Paban defeated me hands down! I could not have accepted the invitation.

The last bark

I was facing the cigarette stall. Heard the sound of  sudden application of brakes on some heavy vehicle. Before I could turn, someone shouted...."Oh no! Gone!"
Then I saw it. A stray dog lying in the middle of the road and a truck a few meters ahead picking up speed again.The hind part of the animal was totally crushed. Slowly, it stood up on his front legs - or rather lifted the front part of the body only. Looked at the departing truck, and then it barked, as if to tell the driver "Can't you see". Then it fell. That was the last time I heard him.