इंतज़ार का सूरज
चमकता रहा
बिन एक बदल के
और सपने जैसे चाँद
उधार की रौशनी से सराबोर
एक ग्रहण भी न लगा
काले बदल भी गए भूल
भेजना बूँदें
की जिसमे भीग
होती कुछ तपिश कम...

"Main Jeetay Hoon." I am Jeetay

Sharing the cab with five women was quite an experience of my life. Mr. Murthy about whom i have already discussed used to sit with the driver whose name was Bunty. And I used to brave the phenomenal majority of fair sex. One fine day Bunty ditched us all and vanished.

Then came Jeetay and the fact he hated was that all the women without fail while talking about him said Bunty is...g===,b==,u====...poor Jeetay kept on asking me this question who is better Bunty or him??? The ladies without understanding his problem kept on saying, “Bunty thoda dheere chalao”..Bunty go slow.

He became enemy of someone he never met. And all those ladies never understood his problem. Their casual attitude toward his name was the cause of his agony. He always wanted to say, "Main Jeetay Hoon." I am Jeetay.

It’s natural

He says,"it is natural."

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In fact it's natural.

He just found this (naturally) torn banner in Noida.

He’s not a Gay right’s champion like Priyanka Chopra. He’s not even a straight right’s champion…lols…just a good observer.

I like those women, who...

Mr. Murthy is a genuinely nice person. One in a millions, abides by the book for everything, follows the rules, well-read, well-fed, a quality man...so what's the big deal? I used to share a cab with him. Mr. Murthy used to shower his bounty of knowledge on me. He speaks little and very sensible.

I am starting this cab tales series where i will share some of my experiences in the cab. One day our cab system came to a sudden halt because of Delhi and Noida police. The person who was running the cab service got fed up of police harrasment. Mr. Murthy came to our rescue with his old car. He was so modest, just mark these words uttered to otherwise foot soldiers :), "Your are most welcome to join me but i have an old carrrrrr."

The car was a luxury to say the least when you compare it with DTC buses. Another member of our car pool was Rita, a perfectionist. When at home doing all the household chores and when at work doing rest of the house hold chores...ha ha ha. No an excellent worker at workplace also. Very quick witted and intelligent…She also joined Mr. Murthy's car after the cab went for a toss.

Mr Murthy after getting a male majority in the vehicle became slightly more vocal. Other wise in our cab five women outnumbered two men in every respect ;). He had all the information about financial sector, latest branding trends and other current affairs. I could understand the level of boredom Rita faced after having the overwhelming majority she was a minority. But she maintained a dignified silence with sprinkle of words here and there.

Once in a very good humour (and the only time he became illogical - why only women), Mr Murthy said, "I like those women who speak less." And he didn't stop at that, "Ladies should avoid speaking more than required." And Rita already chat starved was witnessing Mr Murthy saying this and expecting a yeeeeeees. Isn't it naive or of Mr Murthy? i thought it is.

But the deadliest blow was he said, "You know Mada'm, what i like about you is that you speak very little." Rita was silenced and pushed to such a high pedestal that now whenever she meets her other cab mates she tends to speak less because...I LIKE THE WOMEN WHO...ha ha ha