The Daily Observer
Advertising has sharpened my vision, but hasn't reduced the power of the glasses I wear. What it has increased is my ability to stand back and take notice of the environment and observe. In the past few weeks, certain observations of the my habits and that of others has found it's way to my attention:
The Favourite Spot:
Don't know if this is just me or with others too but I always have my favourite pee spot in the men's urinal in my office. I notice a lot others too, and see them at the same spot several times. I, for one, love the extremes. At least one side is well hidden. Others seem to prefer the centre. Now I haven't studied this intensely enough to derive things but probably someone could help me conclude the interconnection between one's emotional identity vis-a-vis the persons choice of spot. I am an introvert and probably hence, choose the extreme one which has a wall on either side of me. Those who are extrovert and love to be surrounded my people might prefer the centre ones.
The MumGaikar:
This took me a little while to notice from my hectic schedule, but grown men/adults walking hand in hand is something that my eyes aught to have noticed. It's not every city that boasts of such gay men, who after years of holding their mothers hands, let go just to hold another man's. This hit me like a wind in the desert and all of a sudden, I started seeing it everywhere!!! Suddenly, all around me, i began seeing men walking around holding another man's hand or worse, his little index finger. Is this the financial capital? Is this the city that is the crux of Indian economical growth? No wonder then, this is the safest metropolitan city!!!
The train friends:
It's not until I too started taking the regular trains that I realised how friendly some people get. From a guy who would take just any train to trying to catch a particular train at a particular time and mount the particular bogey, it was quite revealing. Not only do they fight for the seats for each other but also end up taking them on their lap at times in case the seat is taken. What astonished me was their respect for the seniors... The youngsters fight their way into the crowd while the train slowly stops at the platform, and throw themselves at the benches to reserve the seats for those oldies who walk in later. Upon a little questioning one day, I realised this is not a phenomenon of the present day but youngster doing what these old men did not too long ago.
These men are a bunch of "wolf pack" of the local train journeys. In the 40 odd minute journey, they speak about fluctuating economics, the sad state of politics, the absence and presence of their fellow friends and also, their recent weekend getaways or vacations. What's strange is that they seem to know almost everything about each other, where they work, about their family, background, financial condition and even know where and when some friends are transferred too, but do not go beyind their train journey conversations. When I asked my regular neighbour if he chats with these friends on phone occasionally he sternly said no. This is a train-friendship and mutually so. Every morning they greet each other with the same zeal. Every evening, if they do return together, the goodbyes are equally happy.
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