Thursday, April 2, 2015

Different Life



                                                        photography@ tarangaboruah
                               

                                                                       The ladies only had a broken piece of mirror to help her push out the protruding pimple in the skin through the reflection she observe and see her face once in a day only in the morning hour, the males might not have combed their hair since they started to earn for himself as well as for his family as i could see their hair as messy as the nest of a bird, not a single man or women were fair in color, their  skin color faded to greyish and the one who was fair in color it turned to  light brownish, it was the effect of sun upon them. They do not have any permanent home to stay, though some might be having  but they do not stay there. I haven't seen any gas stove or any electric stove with them, its only three brick adjacent to each other and some dry piece of burning woods which they use to cook food below the stars in the night. I didn't saw any  van with them for traveling along  or to help them sleep well for a while or take some rest in serene or listen to the radio after their daily labour. There were also no babysitter so that, when their mom get to work her baby is take cared by the babysitter, no its not like that, a long towel tied to two electric pole in between which the baby is kept and a long rope perpendicular to the towel tied tight at one end and the other end of the rope tied to the waist of the mother so that she could pull the towel occupied by the baby to and fro to make her little baby asleep.The place where they stay looks awesome at night, it seems as if every family in their respective dining  were enjoying candle night dinner. They also do not fear to sleep anywhere in the earth nor they feared the marching solders of mosquito in the war field.
                                              I do not know if it is their struggle of living or way of living, journey in earth or something they do to feed themselves, but in-spite of all these i do not see any one being in sorrow, they laugh to the loudest, talk  without any care that someone might be disturbed , eat without any complaints like " why its not chicken today, why no Maggie mama". They also didn't bothered about their house that why i do not have a good flat, they do not even bothered about having a two wheeler. They didn't cared about their skin getting dry or color fading away and they should now use suncream. I didn't saw any jealousy between them nor hatred nor any contention. They stayed together like the son and daughter of a single father i.e GOD, and live their life without any hesitation.They were the working labor earning their daily wages by digging earth to install pool and repair road under surveillance of the contractor. They travel along their families and install their tent for living wherever they had to work. They have their babies with them, children and other family members all grouped together.
                                               Even though they were labors who work hard like anything for their living, they were humans like us and enjoys BEING HUMAN. We were civilized but still we fight for God and religion, we are educated but we do not value the actual meaning of education, we are well sophisticated but still we cry for single little things, we are well equipped but we do not  want to give others and we have everything but still we were not HAPPY.
         Isn't it possible to learn some little things from those beautiful peoples, to be happy in our life?
                                        
 

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

We Change

The passion for sticking the poster changed,
  from Bryan Adams at the door of the room
to  the daily schedules  above the  front desk computer.

The neighbor will no more be disturbed from the
rushing sound of Yamaha,
it will be replaced by the newly brought
Honda City, which will be the center of attraction.


There will be no yelling from the back seat
    "saalee dhire chala, marwayiga  kya?"
it will be replaced by someone very different,
where your waist will be buckled up with soft hands
  shoulder  gifted with an another head.

The daily mundane of midnight riding,
 sleeping at 3: am will slowly fade away
instead there will be-
"Dear, be home fast the dinner  is ready"

There will no more phone calls from the
best of the friends saying "bhai saali ne chod diya mujhe"
There would be only the fusing  sound of the snoring and
 sharing a single bed between she and me.