Every single time you were a fool
when you spoiled your moment remembering them. 😐
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Change
Pursuit
If you live in India or have ever traveled to India in the second decade of 21st century, you would have found a lot of places having fancy street foods, specially, in the metropolitan cities like, New Delhi, Mumbai and Bengaluru.
If you exclude the posh areas of New Delhi and NCR(National Capital Region), and then walk on a very normal street/roads which connects welfare housing societies, you are likely to easily spot the following roadside options like, Ice-Cream tricycles, Open roof stalls of Sugarcane Juice, roasted corn and maybe the push-truck(thela) tickiwala(also called, Chaatwala).
An addition to this group is the roadside “Gol-Gappe”(also called PaniPuri). Now, what’s PaniPuri? It consists of a round, hollow puri, fried crisp and filled with a mixture of flavored water (known as imli pani), tamarind chutney, chili, chaat masala, potato, onion or chickpeas. The complete setup on which Gol-Gappe, Pani and other spices are placed is very easy to carry and move, and also can be quickly placed anywhere and can start selling it back. Now you are thinking, why I am writing about all this stuff? Here’s why.
Every evening when I am traveling back home from work, in the last part of the transit I have to make a 20 minutes walk to get to my apartment. In these 20 minutes, starting from getting down from the auto, finding the Panwari(guy who sells Paan, which is made up of betel leaf with areca nut) and cigarettes(which is sold more than the paan these days), interestingly, his wife also sits during late hours to keep the business up. Some 200 steps ahead, I find the Ice-Cream tricycles from Vadilal, Kwality Walls, Creambell and newly famous Havmor, which is expensive to my pocket. 😛
After 5 minutes, I find a little boy selling Gol-Gappe at the corner of the right turn of the road. I walk towards him, and ask for the rates. He replies, “4 pieces for 10 bucks”. I said, “Can I have it?”, he offers me a dona(which is a paper bowl). The Panipuri tasted amazing!! 😀
Yesterday evening, I left early from work and while getting back home, I met the boy again. He is 3/4 of my height, considering I am not tall, so he looks short. He should be around 10-12 years of age. I asked him, “What’s your name?”. He replies with a smile, “Vansh Gupta”. I asked him if he goes to school, he replies “Yes, I go to school”. With a thought on how he gets time to study, I asked “When you study or do your homework?”, he says “during night, after having dinner”.
I asked him if I can take his picture which I will share on internet with my writing. He shakes his head with a smile. 🙂 I said “Okay, can I take picture of your setup?” And he says “Yes” this time. I also checked with him, “So, where are you from and who else are you in your family?”, to which he replies, “I am Mirzapur(in Uttar Pradesh), and here I have my father and brother who also sell Gol-Gappe, whereas my mother lives in hometown(Mirzapur)”.
He has friends of same age. They also sell Gol-Gappe. One is Rajkumar and another is Komal. I have ate Panipuri from them too. 🙂 Komal is the smart one, like a leader among these boys. I think he likes momos because I have found him eating momos a couple of times. Whereas, Vansh is the good-looking one. But they all are very simple and happy going boys. 🙂
At the age of 12, helping family to earn enough so as to get one time meal is really unbelievably appreciable. Just think about the sacrifices they have been making, like missing their mother, not playing outside in evening so that they help their father and surely not able to spend enough time to learn and study so that in future they don’t need to sell Panipuri.
The least you can offer is a Smile 🙂 to them, do not see them as someone lesser than you and just be good and motivate everyone around you. Life is not easy for everyone.
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Disclosure
She told Him, “You’re enough”.
Yet She told Him, “Not for Her”.
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Merry Christmas 🎋 & Happy New Year ❤
Withdraw
Don’t complain about the hollowness
when you’re the one to push away every person
who dares to come close.
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Ineffaceable
And the day he met her,
the ink of his pen was no longer filled with tears,
but with the happiness.. 🙂
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Merry & Happy
Merry Christmas 🎋 & Happy New Year ❤
Sometime all we need is a new perspective.
After publishing 125 posts, and seeking 1000’s of kind notes from fellow bloggers.. The blog finally decided for a change that has been slightly hard to take. The change which the blog author was willing to make for long and finally took it. The blog has a new URL(web address).
Welcome to.. thebrokenspecs (https://thebrokenspecs.wordpress.com)
Do you know, pair of broken glasses left on US gallery floor was once mistaken for art. 😀
Why its named, “The Broken Specs“?
I was remembering one occasion when I fell asleep in bed with my glasses on. When I woke up I was lying on them and they were all flat. I tried to bend the temples back and broke both of them. Luckily, I could see with an old pair of glasses that were still stronger than the prescription that I needed at the time. But I was very sad because I liked the broken glasses a lot and they couldn’t be repaired. 😐
It is important to hold Love & Trust with a lot of care, don’t let it down, because once broken they cannot be repaired. 😔
Hope you enjoy reading the blog.. 🙂
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Unuttered
Open Book
So, during the transit today, I heard a song blasting out of the earphones of a girl(with a thoughtful smile) standing at a stretch away. With a feeling that I have heard the song before, I quickly searched and found that the song is named “Open Book” and is from an album called TV Dinners of Mikey McCleary. I first heard this song during a TV add-break. I remember the song was used in a Mobile Network advertisement which impart ‘Moments of life are made for sharing’.
The add shows how life changes for a girl after the breakup. The video is short, just 00:46 seconds long. I hope you’ll like it. ❤
The lyric are as,
I guess my life’s an open book
Anyone can take a look
No secrets here, to hide
This is just me
Holidays that come and go
Feelings change, people grow
And all I know is
I like being free
Da, Da, Da
I’ll be fine
This is me now
But I could change
Any time.
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Dear Daddy
Hi 🙂
I hope you are doing great at your end and having an awesome holiday season. 🙂 The year 2015 is about to bid adieu, time to thank for everything it gave us. So, before you get ready with your resolutions for year 2016 and plan out the party for New Year’s eve, I would like to share something similar to what I shared starting this year (Post: Slap Her!).
Recently, I came across a video which depicts how the society and its culture encourages violence against women.
In the five minute video, a unborn baby girl tells her father about all of the harassment and abuse she will suffer at the hands of men during her lifetime.
I won’t go into details and would like to share this video asking you to just give your valuable 5 minutes.
Warning: It’s about boys.
“One thing always leads to another. So please stop it before it gets the chance to begin.”
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I Love You means
I LOVE YOU means that I accept you for the person that you are and that I do not wish to change you into someone else. It means the I do not expect perfection from you- just as you do not expect it from me.
It means that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of the times. It means loving you when you are in bad mood or too tired to do the things I want to do. It means loving you when you’re down – not just when you’re fun to be with.
‘I Love You’ means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them – asking only in return that you do not judge me for mine. It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love enough not to let go.
It means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, and hoping that you feel the same way for me.. 🙂
The Broken Specs 