its not every day that you spent a whole day roaming around in the outskirsts of a city...but if you ever have the fortune/misfortune...depending on the city,you will know the way the scene changes,from the population to the sky hue....
we had reached before the scheduled time,and there was nothing to do but wait.and in a town like ranchi,thats not really a pleasant thing to do.all the more in winter,when the wind is not chilly,but harsh,when the sky is not lighted,but visible,when the shops are present,but not opened.i mean at ten in the morning,imagine yourself standing beside a roadside vendor's humble shop...having nothing more to do than to observe him construct it.right from the base. he is disturbed by none,there are not many jerks like me in ranchi i presume.he lays the stones, between pebble and rock in size, lined together, puts astride a stick and props up an umbrella although theres no sun...and lays along all the goods he prays to sell before he packs it away at dusk.theres the sound of water splashing when the shop owners decide to do us a favour and open his treasure...cleaning the layout just by splashing water all around.what a waste of the resource...if only it would be that simple to clean up the country...there are hardly any vehicles, mostly school buses, there are hardly any passerbys,mostly school goers...staring at me as if i was the topic of their final papers...huh!the shop owners are good natured and offers free counselling on the photo type you need for a passport...man..the things you get for free in india.
theres a sardar asking us wheather hilfiger belongs to america or canada...and i am so sorry i have no answer!!!
by the time we finish the job,its past twelve,and the calm and peace of the morning is lost as if like mobile networks...here now,gone the next moment.it was a radical change, the sky not only lighted,but also blazing.....seems like the roadside shop owner was more expirienced tham i was..the wind gone into hibernation,the shopkeepers irritable, me more so...judging by the near brawl at the xerox centre.the school goers are nowhere to be seen,replaced by women going for "i dunno what i want to buy" shopping. the absence of motion is a past...now autowallahs literaly would abduct you inside their vehicles,diplomatic enough to make you change your destination....thers hardly any water in the taps,forget about them splached forgotten on the road...thirsty and anxious..the day goes on...
we return by the setting of the sun.the wind is now chilling..i hope the man had a shawl along with that umbrella...the sky is now invisible.the schoolgoers are in no mood to take any attention of me...i am as much of a disappointment as their papers it seems...the shopowners too tired to argue,one even took a rupee less....whats happening to them!!and i find i am in no mood to observe any further changes,just wishing for the comfort that my hostel room can provide me with.this time we would do anyhting to get hold of an auto to take us back...but they seem in no mood to accomodate.thats called the theory of tiredness with respect to a reference frame....bad joke..but i am to tired to crack jokes now!lotsa work to do...i also have to find out as to where hilfiger comes from.....
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