December 12, 2008

But it rained...

kahin building kahin Traame,

kahin motor kahin mill

miltaa hai yahaan sab kuchh

ik miltaa nahin dil

insaan kaa nahin kahin naam-o-nishaan

ai dil hai mushkil jeena yahaan

zaraa hatke zaraa bach ke...

Hari Singh switched on the radio and lighted the kerosene stove. The evening was going as usual for him like always except a lil downpour; it is unusual for Bangalore to rain in the month of December. Hari always comes to the corner with his thela(pushing cart), which is open from oneside and which has 4 wheels to move, he sells pani puri,masala puri,hot besan pakoras etc. He comes only for 2 hours to the corner situated between a mall in the right side and a cinema hall in the left side and his place is accessible for both the crowds. He was quite a popular guy in that place. The other hawkers sell chats all day long but Hari comes for 2 hours and makes more bucks than them. So, the fellow hawkers were jealous of him. But he never cares who thinks what. He invests 400rs everyday and makes 800rs,a 50-100rs more or less someday. He makes 350-400rs profit including 30rs to the police constable everyday. He never mind to give him 30rs for this place, it’s really worth it, if he would have asked 50rs, Hari would have given that too. Hari stays near Tilaknagar police station with his wife Sinduri and his 3years old son Ganesh and that corner is very near to his place. So he wakes up late start preparing his stuff from 3 o’clock, by 5 he finishes everything and reaches the corner at 6 everyday

Today, customers are less.. yeah because of the rain but it does not bother him much, only thing he has to do is to extend half an hour to get finished his stuffs.It started raining heavily..Duhh have to wait more time. He saw the policeman is coming towards him. he took 30rs and kept aside.

"Abbey tera thela kal se najar nahi aana chahiye yaha pe ,wo minister log yaha pe ek smarak banayenge english mein boleto pakki road naming board ..iss jagah ka naam aab hoga Kumarkrupa Marg..samjha..'KK Marg' chal ek masalapuri bana…khara jaasti!"

Word count: 370


  1. nice portrayal of a simple man ... and the small things that affect his life .. though felt a bit less scope for rainfall ...

  2. i wonder why this post lacks comments.. hmm. really liked that post.

    I am such a fan of pani puri, and savour it with such delight that i wonder if i will turn into a pani puri myself one day :P hehe!

    although rain has not a lot to do with in this story, but a background chore! I liked it!

  3. This surreally is a good story…. He really has the creative mind to frame a story.

    This surely is a very good post.... I loved it…!!!!!!

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  5. Hi Hashan,

    This is Tan - a new member in the Lounge ..

    A Good one .. left in between - not incomplete though ...
    It had everything ... from Finance to Corruption to Jelousy - but it did not have rain in it ... Alas!

    Again no rule about English story .. so, no comments on that ...

    Bangalore, December, Khara and Thilaknagar - you are obviously from Bangalore - someone from different place (- Assam?) .. but all the readers would not be from here ... might not relate ... but then, when people can mention foreign cities, why cant you? hmmm ...

    Would have liked to have more rain in place of the profit margin - it was almost not required ... here, need to consider this 'almost' ... ;)

    Hope you write more and we can read more of you ...


  6. Well guys thanks for commenting..u say less scope for rainfall,But intention was to say that rain is unusual in december for b' rained specially for hari,that ruined rained on this biz,his hopes..kinda signal from god that his fellow hawker's prays are accepted..hehe..anyways glad that u guys liked the story!!

    hey Tan, I am originally from Assam but from last 8years i m stayin in b'lore.

  7. hmmm ... somehow I manage to find
    Bangaloreans who come from my place ...

    I'm from Tripura ... and Staying in Bangalore since 2004 ... Nice to see you here

    Sply for Hashan:
    Moy bongaali ... Ahomiya janu ... ;)

  8. Thats called a story telling,I can say you O'henry's shadow!!Picture fits with the story where the rain has some meaning..its a background score here and its really awesome.Do you have any personnel blog??do let me know!!

    Keep posting n hope u wins the contest..inshaallaah

  9. I used to live quite close to tilak nagar police station :)

    your story is excellent, but used a lot of numbers and figures...

    keep up the good work :)


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