Where's the End?

Well, I just have begun my writing, you say where’s this ‘End’ coming from? An ‘End’ is a beginning, a new start for a fresh idea or life as such. only a thin line of infinitesimal thick separates them. Following incident happened on 15th November 2003 at Bangalore, where I used to work. That’s for an introduction, let me start with the ‘End’ then.

Lost in the chaos were the four people from Maharastra (A state in India). They waved at me, we were (my sister and me) on our way to KR Market (City market, Bangalore) the grandest of all chaos’. Two men, and an equal number of women and children were ambling by the dusty road, carrying the burden of their baggage. The South End (A street junction in the City of Bangalore) is the end point were their journey towards the unreachable destiny came to an end. The destination was Thirupathi (A temple town in India) but alas they were in Bangalore! Some trucker had driven them till the ‘End’. The end was also peculiarly for their pecuniary thing too! Needless to say that it was stolen together with their hope to reach the destiny. The head of the team waved towards me.

It took a certain distance for me to stop my brakeless Kinetic Honda (A kind of bike) to come to a halt. A glimpse of hope twinkled in their eyes as they came towards me. He asked me if I knew Marathi (An Indian language, if you do not know already, in India we speak a googol number of languages). I said I knew Hindi (National Language of India). He narrated his story in a damp and dead voice that I could hardly perceive. Such is the life. One of the women tried to bolster the voice but in vain. Ha ! I donno if I can do anything more. I handed him Rs50 (About a dollar and 40 cents). Hope sometimes bolsters by the smell of money. Small amount considering the chaos that they were into. I accelerated towards my destination.

Later on that day at MTR (An old and a traditional restaurant in Bangalore) we met an old couple. Strange they too were from Maharashtra! In search of a home for his son a software Engineer. So much to write, every nuance of this world which embellishes life. Some have lost their home, others are still in search of the home that they never owned (?)…But where is the end?

akancha