Its Saturday! yippiiiii!!!
Saturday has been my favorite day since the day my butt was first strapped to the school bench and it has been so because of a obvious reason!! The next day is Sunday Funday.
Saturdays have been the days of careful planning so that funday could indeed be Funday, but, since my life got a mandatory upgrade from LIFE 2.0 ( awesome student days) to LIFE 3.0 (Mundane work life) , Friday has taken over Saturday's responsibilities. Initially Friday really worked hard and it even appeared that may be Friday will definitely fill in Saturday's shoes but eventually it started to hate its monotonous job. Because of irresponsible Fridays, my weekends have started to suck. I wait for the weekend with almost the same anticipation as before but the objective has changed. The Fundays changed to Napdays.
Come the weekends and instead of doing something Fun, now I just stick to my bed and hook my self to laptop and do NOTHING ( For those who think watching movies and tv series is something, nothing personnel dudes, but ya I insist I did NOTHING). So this Friday I planned to do something different, something outdoor on weekends.
I woke up at 5 a.m. ( and "a.m" isn't a typo, its indeed A.M.) put on sport shoes and hit the road. For those who don't know or don't remember how its like at 5 a.m, the sun has just risen up, there is still dew on the grasses and flowers, birds are chirping, Yes believe it or not all those poems and songs are true, and there is no traffic, well "no" is little exaggerated for bangalore so I stand corrected very Little traffic. I was enjoying this b-e-a-utiful morning while jogging and making myself promises that I should do it more often.
I stopped to catch my breath and sat on a park bench. In the park at-least 5-6 cricket teams were trying to play playing cricket and there was also a team who were trying to pull even a game of soccer. If I draw the pattern these teams were sharing the ground a really complex problem of set theory can be framed. As am pretty sure I wouldn't be able to solve it so I would rather skip.
The chaos of a missed catch, jamboree of a wicket, anger on missed run-out chance and groan from the soccer guy's injury vanished with a cracking sound of a window pane. It was a been there done that moment for me so I knew how terrifying it is. While staring at the window I already had a kind of image of whats gonna happen now, a angry guy with a face similar to any 80's 90's bollywood villain and a tummy rounder than the ball would appear, scold all the kids, beat as many as he could lay his hands on and then drag them to their parents to complain thus resulting in harsher punishments. It was a hopeless scenario with possibility of only above mentioned outcome.
After around 30 seconds something completely out of the books happened. A guy did come out, but he wasn't angry, he was rather worried, He wasn't fat either but he was very old and instead of scolding and beating the kids he inquired if everybody was fine and then gave the ball back with a smile. For first few minutes I couldn't believe my eyes, I tried to figure out answer of the universal question WHY?? but I couldn't, so I went to the guy.
Me: Uncle Ji namaste!
Uncle Ji: Namaste beta(son) namaste.
Me: Careful uncle ji, the pieces of glass.
Uncle Ji: of-course beta, I am just clearing them, don't worry.
Me: The window pane looks pretty expensive.
Uncle Ji: hahaha.. Ha beta (Yes son).
Me: so uncle ji ..aahhh.. mmmm.. wouldn't you ask their parents or somebody to compensate.
Uncle Ji: Beta, these kids remind me of my childhood, I can pay for this pane but if I had to pay for these memories I will be on road.. hahahaha.. So Its better I pay for the pane. hahaha..
That conversation left me without words. The good old days.... Bruised knees are indeed better than broken hearts and empty wallets. What I felt at that time can only be expressed by Jagjit singh's Guzzal in which a man is ready to give away everything, all his money,all his fame, all his gold to get back his childhood, that innocence and that sheer pleasure.
