They are poor. Not innocent.

This incident somehow changed my opinion on so called “poor” people. I used to pity them, seriously. I did my best for them whenever I got a chance. And it has sort of changed now. Its not that I hate them, I am just scared of how they will take it.

A regular bus traveller, following the routine,I took a 201 and sat in the window seat.  I had a long distance to go, so I put on the headset, dosed off while listening to my fav song.    Few min had passed, and I got up, as I felt someone sit beside me. Reflexively, I moved a little inside. A min later, I felt a strange smell, thought it was because of some drainage nearby. closed the window and leaned against it. The smell was getting stronger every minute, when I realised that the “smell” was the lady sitting next to me. Black, short, weird lambada bangles. Villager, was my first thought.  I tried not to be uncomfortable, and concentrated on the song. That did not help.

I put my head out of the bus like a dog with its head out of the car window. That was not helping. To make matters worse, the lady had a companion. Thin as they were, the company also sat with us. 

I sneezed 2-3 times. Drank water. Tried my level best not to blurt out what was in my mind. The bus became crowded, and we were getting closer, with no space for air between us. 

The smell was so bad, I tried closing my nose and breathing with my mouth. After sometime, my situation became so horrible, I started coughing. But still remained in control. Tried to deviate my mind to the song. And then something happened.

The lady started yelling at me in kannada. Then she turned to her companion, and said something. Both of them looked at me and gave a (in my language) yucky expression. Have no idea what that meant. For once, I was happy I hadn’t learnt kannada. Few people beside me were looking at me, This lady got up, I thought her stop had come. But no, she got up, walked few steps front, and stood there. Both of them. The conductor signalled someone else to sit beside me, came to me and said it was ok, and left. 

I came to know later, that the lady thought , I was too High class to sit beside them. Well, I put this in decent english, but apparantly wasnt that decent in kannada. She got up because she thought i dint like sitting beside them and I was turning off from them cos i dint want to touch her. And she yelled , that if I plan to treat people as untouchables, I shoudlnt be coming by bus. 

That was the limit. I was angry. But there was very little I could do there. Neither did I know the language, nor was I interested in proving myself innocent. I did make an effort there, and all I got was strange looks from everyone in the bus. With no fault of mine, I ended up feeling so guilty. I had no idea for what. That poor lady would have cursed me, she was there in the bus till I got down, and yelled something in kannada even while I was getting down. 😦

Overall, a bad experience. Next time someone encounters such situation, I suggest instead of trying to adjust in that space, get up,and allow them to sit comfortably. You earn respect too! 

And yes, be a little selfish and tell out what u feel. If they are poor, help them . Don’t pity them. They are not innocent, and have as much pride (may be more) as anyone else.

 

As straight! as a scale!!

I have straight hair. But I think there is a reason for the same.
Majority ppl have asked me how come my hair is so straight n silky, if I use hair straightener, or may be egg or any such things. Only I think my mom knows the actual truth..

here’s the recipe.
Take revive. Have u seen that ad where in a girl uses revive on a saree and makes a tent? Yes, i wanted to do that. My mom had put starch water in a bucket, supposedly for her sarees to become “kadak”, and i wanted to make a hut out of it. So, i had asked my mom for an old saree.
She gave me a cotton saree, and warned me not to use the entire thing. I was so happy, I emptied half the bucket of starch in an other bucket, and ran to the terrace.
I made the hut. I had extra starch water. And my genius mind started running.
my hair would also become straight and may be i can do spikes with my hair.
Writing it now, I am laughing, but trust me, when u are in 3rd class, this seems a super duper idea.
So i took the rest of the starch, applied it like conditioner on my head. I told my mom “U will see a new me, a trendy me in 10 min”.
10 min became 1/2 hr..by the time i realized, my hair had gone so so tough, or kadak, or broom sticky, or i dont know what to call it. ALl i know was i was crying out loud, mom had tried washing my hair with shampoo and stuff. nothing worked. i lost some hair, but yeah..the rest of it was so super straight. No curls.
yes, this recipe works dudettes. 😀

This post is a part of Sunsilk Straight Hair Experiment .