Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Flying Kiss

Yesterday night I was waiting at the Hospet Bus Station to catch a bus back to Bangalore, it was quite late and there were hardly any people at bus-stand. I had brought a orange with me, because i like eating oranges when I travel. I was sitting all alone on the bench, when I saw this very old begger, walking towards me, looked very hungry, and was making the signs, you know the way beggers do when they are hungry. I felt sorry for him because he was quite old and really looked hungry and was walking with the stick. So I extended my hand and gave him half the orange. He took the orange in one hand and then with the other hand, he put two fingers on his lips and started moving them in front of his lips as if giving me a flying kiss. I got really alarmed, All of sudden I started feeling afraid, probably that person was a Gay, and there was hardly anyone at the busstand, probably there were some other people too, and I had lot of luggage and could not break for the run, I was also all alone on the bench, and I did not want him to come and sit next to me. Neither had my bus come yet, which meant I could not go anywhere else too, crazy thoughts started running. I was also getting embarrassed at myself being frightened by this very old man.

Not knowing what to do, I just looked away from him, started observing the flooring for the heck of it, hoping that he would disappear, and later when i looked up thankfully he had already past my bench, and felt glad. But when the trumoil in brain had subsided, a little thought with clear mind, I realized that he was probably asking me if I could lend him a smoke because it was also a very cold night. Anyways I dropped his thoughts, and started thinking of something cheerful.

But after couple of minutes or so I again spotted him, he was sitting somewhere in corner, eating a orange and with a "bidi" in one hand. Probably some smart enough fellow had understood his flying kiss...

8 comments:

PritS said...

good one.. :)

Chander Dogra said...

moral of the story: never give a man a orange ...give him money so that he can buy his bidi if he wants too ;)

Anonymous said...

you write beautifully

genXmonk said...

it was a great narration, really enjoyed reading it

rohini said...

this reminded me of the movie DIL CHAHTA HAI where there is a scene wherein aamir is successful in catching a leaving train and poor preeti is left behind. Then there is an old and scaring man who tries to move towards her. Poor preeti is very scared until aamir comes back. Ur situation seemed the same to me. anyways the situation sounded very funny..... wud love to encounter such incidences some day HOPEFULLY.....
thouroughly enjoyed reading it.....

uzma said...

damn funny dnt travel alone he he...

Nasal Crooner said...

Lolzzzzzzz!!!
nice one :)

Anil said...

Hmm.. gud blog dear but negative thinkng, but one thing I came to know frm ur blog always hav Bidi wth orange....hahahahaha