It Happened to Me

June 19, 2020 ~ bjcharles ~ Leave a comment

For more than once my scooter was lifted off by the no-parking team at B’lore. Once it happened in front of my house at Cambridge Layout and recently at Chickpet. Luckily on these two times, I happened to know that my vehicle was taken away by these supeer-agile bike lifters. These young fellas must have strong bicebs and and shoulder strenght to lift bikes with ease and speed.

Just imagine, the initial search and scare when you search for the bike or scooter at the place where you have parked. Without anyone tell you, the first thought will be that someone has stolen your bike.

Is there a better way to do this act – aka more humanely way. Why do we have to request, plead and finally negotiate with the cops to release our bikes? When it happened to me at Chickpet, I was lucky to arrive at the place to see my scooter on top of this vehicle. Then, all I could do was negotiate and pay Rs 500 to the cops to get it down. Also, the reason why I came to shop at Chickpet was to get things at a bargain. So, all that goes awry.

Going back in Time

June 9, 2020 ~ bjcharles ~ Leave a comment

This was one of fav songs which I played on my cassette player. The player was a basic one. So, I had connected an extension from its output to the radio. Then, I got more boom bass, which I could play it loudly when my dad was not around.

Those days are gone, and the situation and place has changed. The house we lived at that time is one with lot of memories. How i wish there was someone to tell those stories.

What’s the story you’re holding back in the recess of your mind? Is there anyone who would be interested to listen to those moments of your life?

Another Goodbye

May 15, 2020May 15, 2020 ~ bjcharles ~ Leave a comment

I stay in a small lane with houses on both the sides. As we enter the lane, there are few houses which are relatively empty, and few are occupied by a senior citizens.

Recently, during the height of lockdown as I walked to my mom’s house, I saw few people walking down further away from the house. It was unusual to see people outside due to lockdown. They all were going down, to a part of the road which I wasn’t unfamiliar. And, then I saw this poster which is now the norm when people die.

When I told my mom, she said that she used to see this priest going past our house and these days he wasn’t seen. Probably, he was sick. He must be my age or younger.

I just happened to think how much we know the people who are living in and around my house. Who are these people? What do they do for living? What are their joys? What are their pains?

We all have become too inward to know all these nor we have the chance to have a heart- to-heart conversation. Also, this parting made me revisit an earlier goodbye in our locality.