*********Imaginations************ How could we possibly imagine about something we do not know, or does imagination itself revolves within the architecture of unknown? I am not sure whether what I am seeing is exactly same as what is happening. My eyes and my imagination actually tell two different stories every time. I always thought imagination to be very good and gives me a telescopic view of various things which may be true or may not be. And at the same time it makes me believe that imagination is always a driver that keeps things moving with efforts to make them in to a reality. I was in office and no work means these thoughts come and talk to me. And In between, my team mate awakens me from going further deep in to my thoughts and asks me to come along with him for a break. I am always ready for break and I called even my female colleague who was in transition to come along if her time permits. I just wanted to be away for some time from this office view and insisted that we go out of campus and have tea. The other two were fine with it and we three started walking as if taking long break was our right to do so. Though I and my male friend do not stay in that area, we knew about that special tea shop and we had to introduce to our female friend who actually stays in same locality. I was actually attracted by the tea shops name “TWL” and at first; I was not ready to believe what my male friend told its full form to be, as it was “Tea with Love”. The tea maker was a Muslim, and always was in traditional Islamic wear. I respect the way he keeps the sanity of the place in the midst of other surrounding unclean shops. The only break he takes is for the prayers and rest of the time I always see him to be working. All in all he was a gentleman with principles as I have seen him for over a year now. I usually wish him the Muslim way and ask for tea. He takes little time than usual as he does it fresh for each customer and trust me his tea is simply amazing. I am not sure, if it’s the magic of his hands or the spices he adds in his tea. There is a small lane just parallel to the main ring road outside our campus and we approached the TWL and asked for three teas. He says no more than “ Jee saab” and starts preparing his delicacy. After a while, when we were deeply in some loose argument over Indian politics, he called us and said ” Sir, app ka chai”. We both took our cup but our female colleague had little issues to drink tea by glass. She asked me to check if there are disposable cup. I was surprised for that reaction and wondered what’s wrong with the glass up. I told her that it is clean and see the way he gives tea in double glass ( tea filled cup within a empty cup ) to avoid heat. I guess except a few like me on this earth dint know that we cant win arguments with ladies and finally, I asked him “ bhaiyya, can you transfer this one tea in to paper cup” and he said “ No sir, hamare paas paper cup nahi he”. I happily turned back and said” miss 5 star, we are on road side and just taste the tea as you have got it”. She was not ok but reluctantly accepted. While we were having it she said, I am not the way you think but I just said no because of this place. Do you see the crowd coming here and the habits they have from smoking, gutka’s and don’t know what not. I don’t like it and that’s the reason I asked for paper cup. Somehow I told her the cleanliness he maintains and she need not much worry about the cup being not washed properly. The moment she tasted the tea, everything she had in her mind about that shop changed as the tea was nothing comparable to what she had before for so many years. She just enjoyed it and we both were mocking her actions. While we were sipping tea, her words made her way to my brain and disturbed my enjoyment as imagination had something else to tell me about what I saw through my eyes about the sanitation. I imagined the gutka filled mouth sipping the tea in the same cup, the guy washing the cups in dirty water and then wiping the excess water again with dirty cloth to make it look clean and dry. I further imagined the flies from the near by cow dung flying over and sitting on the cleaned tea glasses and then thought about the rats playing on them during night. My tea was not even half empty and the other two had finished and knocked the doors of my thoughts. Hello, you seemed to be lost and the female colleague, who did not want to have the tea, asked me, Can we all have one more as it is too good. I said yes and then No. I am done, you guys have one more. I don’t now what exactly made me to say No but I stood empty handed while my friends were relishing one more TWL tea. Just a few words that I heard a while ago changed everything the way I used to the think about the tea over several months. I don’t even know for sure if my imagination was correct and there is lot of chance that surroundings was unhygienic but this TWL guy had maintained his shop as he maintained his religious values. Somewhere I guess, this is what ruins relationships. Imaginations are as bad as they can be good. For now it looked to me like a knife and it depends on how we use it, either we can feed or we can kill. What I always felt about imagination to be good changed for ever. It depends on me, on what and how I imagine. Either Imagination is going to give me lot happiness Or ruin whatever I cherished before. The choice of empty hands is mine, and the same is yours. Sometimes its better to be empty handed than having garbage. They are there always with you, for some it is true and for some it is false. Some loose and some gain. Hey, again you are lost, come its time to go, said my friend. We paid for tea to TWL shop and left for the day. …… Durgesh V Bharein
Posted on: Wed, 13 Nov 2013 10:56:21 +0000
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