I am back now.. And good news is I’ve got repaired and shining now.. The masons involved in this have done a good work on me.. But I don’t know what material they must have used.. I am not much aware of the building material products.. and I am also unaware of this tax system and inflation in the country..How will I know I’m a road and I don’t have to pay.
How strange and serious is the matter of inflation and tax system?? But who dares to speak that.. Now I’m mixing two stories here.. Readers please read carefully.. A tea vendor stands on right side of me.. One day two middle class looked men came there for tea.. One said ”How good if the tax limitation reaches the salary of 3 lacs? ”Second said ”How to hope now in this independent India? ”..I was thinking.. what they were saying.. people have fought for the independence and what they have got..? They have got ‘no hopes’? One said very interesting thing “Let us tell this ministers to stay with our income and in our house for a month. Then they’ll come to know.. how we live with this”.
Here on the other side. There is a Tree where two masons were resting.. the masons are smoking bidi-the desi cigarette(lols)..and they are listening to these two men.. They’re smiling.. and here One mason said ”This middle class people are saying this when they work in a good office and have a fair enough income but what about people like us?.. If these ministers will be told to live on daily income like us and live in the slum areas.. then they’ll come to know what’s inflation and how this ghost of inflation scares us 24*7 a day….”
Now those are questions about what I can’t even think of. So I don’t have conclusion for that.. Being a road what can I do for them? even when I’m not able to do anything for myself…A beautiful sexy girl is now passing through the road.. and now the masons and the middle class men both forget their topics and are just admiring the girl.. See.. There’s nothing common in them but the feelings for the beauty which god has created named WOMAN.. are the same.. Hah.. Sometimes I think to go and look after a girl for me.. but I can’t even move guys. If I move then people will be startled.. ”ITS AN EARTHQUAKE ”..and again they will start blaming the MOTHER EARTH…for the quakes..
Please leave me alone for some time now.. IF I can’t romance a girl road then let me at least think about a beautiful ,clean, shining, broad and the most blackish female road.. Hey!! happy belated Valentine’s guys..Will see you next after some days..with a new story..
Remember me..I m road who started telling you a story yesterday..I hope m not late to start again..Yesterday we read two stories..Today I am in full mood of Romance and silence of Romance..But the only thing is that being a Road i can not show my feelings.....Hey but you know you all human beings are gifted by god..You all can not even say those beautiful words but even express that...
"Hey, Angel..Will see u tomorrow in college..bye sweetheart" said a young boy who has just dropped his sexy girlfriend at one side of me..The girl then went off seeing off his new boyfriend..Well now don't ask me how do i know that the young boy who dropped her is her new boyfriend??..See i told you all??..I knew you'll ask me that..I know that because the boy is the same who comes everyday here to drop some or the other girl and the girls change at back seat but the boy does not...hah..and here comes that lovely couple..who made their love bonded with something which people of now a days don't do..You know what...This lovely couple used to come everyday at this bus stop..used to smile at each other..days passed and the smiles changed in a conversation...and again days passed and this conversation changed into love hiding in their eyes...and i saw them everyday and noticed them that they speak less and understand more..Then i don't know what may have happened but from so many days they came but did not even talk to each other..but used to see each other...some sweet fight or may be some serious stuff..The days were passing like vehicles on me..and one day the same scenario was taking place..and suddenly the boy went to the girl and said less but made her his soul.."Let us give a second chance..My days without you is like I am living without myself"..The girl said nothing and just held his hand..can u imagine they're still together..and the Boy with the bike is still there..May god find a love for him..
Oh..wait...God see how unlucky is to become a non-living thing..people spit,throw waste.. dirty water on me..But hey you all beautiful people out there. you all are lucky ones but I m still lucky to know these untold stories..well now I have to go now for some days..you know government is repairing me.. Hurray..
Will continue after some days now and you'll see me shining till people keep me..
THIS COMES FROM THE LAND WHERE I LIVE..SO IT MAY SHOCK OR SURPRISE SOME...
This story is told by A Road who has been leaning at one place from years and years back…
“I’m a road.. well my name is Road so you all don’t laugh when I say I’m a road..The government has given names to my brother roads of some famous people and they are lucky to have a name..but my name is unknown like stories taking place on me and across me..and that’s why by default my name comes as ‘Road’.. hey hey I’m using first letter capital in my name because the same I’ve heard from two little children who were talking to each other about their English subject.
Those two little were standing on one side of me waiting for their school bus to come..One said that “English teacher has cut my one mark because I forgot to write the first letter of my name in letter writing as capital”. The other child said “Don’t worry.. take care in next exam.. well my mom is not even happy with my results..she said how did I dare to get only 90% of marks in the exam?“…The first child wondered..because he was an average student of only 50 marks…and even I wondered..why do parents expect so much from their children..can’t they let them grow fruitfully like trees grown on sides of me??? Their bus arrived soon and they went away with their own little problems….
When I was just wondering about the little children…suddenly a car dashed in a scooter on me..and broke my lined up thoughts.. These two men started quarreling on whose fault they dashed.. traffic jammed with lots of horn sounds..But then suddenly an old woman came in between and said “Sorry my Children but it was my mistake I was just crossing the road and my old feet did not support me to run at the other side of road..but you children did not notice me..I think you both are just busy in finding eachothers faults..” The two men then didn’t say anything and went away..taking care of their vehicles..Then the young girl with the Old lady asked “Grandma you’ve taught me to speak truth and why did you say false to the two men…you were not crossing the road?” The old lady laughed and said ”See my princess..when false told for the betterment is never wasted ..those two foolish fellows jammed the traffic with endless fight for the truth that they were dashed.and after the false I told.. they went away calmly and traffic is not jammed any more..”The girl said “But grandma why did they believe you..can’t they see that you were not crossing the road??” and again the old lady smiled ”My dear.you need to learn a lot in life…They believed me because they became blind for some time in proving there point..” The young girl even wondered..and the lady started walking with her old steps..and the girl followed her experienced grandma actively..
The story continues tomorrow…
Times revisited again, The Childhood ,Teenage and Youth in my vein...
The Paper boats and The Paper planes, The sky and the monsoon rain...
The Books, colors and my pencil, Is bonded with me still..
The little me and my innocence, With always an incomplete sentence..
The shyness and grown up me, The childhood then went flee..
Now my average studies and no friends list, i hold it tight in my fist..
The days past and came The Youth, I was ready to go out in my boots..
Ignorant of world and people around, how they suck you from the ground..
The Beauty, Desires and dreams everywhere, but this childhood follows everywhere..
Oh god i wish i was always a child, And this sorrows of youth may come mild..
This Times revisited again, Will always be in my vein..
Timeless memories down the lane..so the history here began..
Once there was a boy and once there was a girl..to the world here the twirl..
Boy spoiled girl and girl spoiled boy..playing with each other like a toy..
Days passed and the toys broke..but the hearts lived and the minds woke...
Again they met in the world insane..but timeless memories down the lane..
Will never let them be together again
Separate names with a comma.