Masterpiece :
This morning after a birthday celebration in a nearly place i preferred walking home,this time with the cake box in a hand and a bag of grocessries in the other.As always people watching had kept me busy down the road.That is when i noticed this beautiful piece of organic structure being constructed by these two Archetects with their bare hands.
I went back to my childhood when,i always was the lead architect of the scrap houses we build at my cousin's backyard.Travelling decades my attention was suddenly pulled back just,to realize i've stopped walking and had my eyes on them . The two masters were annoyed now.
"Hey,can i take a snap of you guys and the structure ?" I requested the two young men. Pulling out the camera i had slipped in my pocket after the birthday ceremony.
Before even they replied,their four-legged companions started barking at me.Since,Noone dared to stop in their terittory except their masters who actually lived among them,in their own shelters(huts) nearby. When the dogs got louder one of the architect chased them because he knew i could'nt do anything with all my hands full.
I gave him a thankful smile and advanced to my position,Admiring the master piece once again this time with the camera. The braver one of them had actually walked out of the frame. He shy ed to face the camera, (i learn t , he thought i was a silly pedestrian). I requested him to be in the frame, he obliged to sit near his fellomate after a bit of a hesitation. Yeah! thats when i clicked their masterpiece.
EXCUSE ME :
Proud to have had such a click, i got on to my feet that's when, i suddenly heard someone call me from behind.
" EXCUSE ME !..... EXCUSE ME ! "
I wondered who it was !.When i turned,I was surprised to see 3 girls walking towards me.
Immediately i noticed one of them wore a hijab and the rest in salwars .One among the two sighed excuse me and pointed at the girl with the hijab stating she intended to stop me . And immediately the girl in black denied it wasn't her and shook her head
" NO ,NO ....Nothing " she shook her head again.
then muttering with a grin to the other two,why would u do this ? she snapped. I knew what was happening.
That was a kind of a prank mostly teens play on their weakest buddy. I remember my friends who scream unexpectedly in the class and immediately direct the audience(class) towards the next one near him. so, that the teacher goes mad at him. I've also had some notorious friends who would call some biker who is overtaking the school bus we went and, immediately when he turned to see get hit by Jack-fruit seeds and they would tuck under the seat (Pretty dangerous tricks). But, these girls seemed not worthy for such
bigger tricks either harmless .
Not wanting to put her in a awkward scene i just ignored the two and turned back and started walking. After, I walked for about 200 mts listening them whisper, gossip and bully each-other behind me , i had to deviate to gully toward our home . I smiled at myself for being an victim and wondering how consecutive events occur.
Yet another ordinary day .. . .
This morning after a birthday celebration in a nearly place i preferred walking home,this time with the cake box in a hand and a bag of grocessries in the other.As always people watching had kept me busy down the road.That is when i noticed this beautiful piece of organic structure being constructed by these two Archetects with their bare hands.
I went back to my childhood when,i always was the lead architect of the scrap houses we build at my cousin's backyard.Travelling decades my attention was suddenly pulled back just,to realize i've stopped walking and had my eyes on them . The two masters were annoyed now.
"Hey,can i take a snap of you guys and the structure ?" I requested the two young men. Pulling out the camera i had slipped in my pocket after the birthday ceremony.
Before even they replied,their four-legged companions started barking at me.Since,Noone dared to stop in their terittory except their masters who actually lived among them,in their own shelters(huts) nearby. When the dogs got louder one of the architect chased them because he knew i could'nt do anything with all my hands full.
I gave him a thankful smile and advanced to my position,Admiring the master piece once again this time with the camera. The braver one of them had actually walked out of the frame. He shy ed to face the camera, (i learn t , he thought i was a silly pedestrian). I requested him to be in the frame, he obliged to sit near his fellomate after a bit of a hesitation. Yeah! thats when i clicked their masterpiece.
EXCUSE ME :
Proud to have had such a click, i got on to my feet that's when, i suddenly heard someone call me from behind.
" EXCUSE ME !..... EXCUSE ME ! "
I wondered who it was !.When i turned,I was surprised to see 3 girls walking towards me.
Immediately i noticed one of them wore a hijab and the rest in salwars .One among the two sighed excuse me and pointed at the girl with the hijab stating she intended to stop me . And immediately the girl in black denied it wasn't her and shook her head
" NO ,NO ....Nothing " she shook her head again.
then muttering with a grin to the other two,why would u do this ? she snapped. I knew what was happening.
That was a kind of a prank mostly teens play on their weakest buddy. I remember my friends who scream unexpectedly in the class and immediately direct the audience(class) towards the next one near him. so, that the teacher goes mad at him. I've also had some notorious friends who would call some biker who is overtaking the school bus we went and, immediately when he turned to see get hit by Jack-fruit seeds and they would tuck under the seat (Pretty dangerous tricks). But, these girls seemed not worthy for such
bigger tricks either harmless .
Not wanting to put her in a awkward scene i just ignored the two and turned back and started walking. After, I walked for about 200 mts listening them whisper, gossip and bully each-other behind me , i had to deviate to gully toward our home . I smiled at myself for being an victim and wondering how consecutive events occur.
Yet another ordinary day .. . .
