This piece is the result of my dream on Saturday Night. Yes I didnt go out to see doctors, rather i decided to sleep for eighteen hours and see may weird day dreams. One of the idea which mind got engross in thinking Indian's way of bearing witness and Buddha way of Vipassana.
The disticntion and integration was quite clear when I woke up but its been a day and mind mind is till hazed with things which I call rust of life . There are two big and black flies roaming near my computer. I think flowers are their fascination. They make strange noise. I wanted to write more more unfotunately rust of daily lives are effecting me so let me go and I will write rest later
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Smell of piss
"Howz the bathroom" I asked ,"it was ok, you did good job, just a smell of piss, a bit like homelessness you know !" She replied .It was not out of context response, since she is totally freaked about cleanliness of bathroom . Whenever she comes to our store in a night , she categorically asks for rest room cleaner and hand towels to clean the rest room.
She works at nearby Starbucks store and comes to 51st store in late in the night and completes her assignment on her big screen Toshiba notebook. That night she was covering Ruby's shift. Ruby was playing goddess of death in Halowean parade so she could not come to work that evening. I mostly work at night so most of my job contains cleaning pastry case , bathroom and lobby slide and mopping. I generally clean bathroom nicely but it takes few minutes to make it smell like a piss .
Her comparison of smell of piss with Homelessness was quite striking in my head. This city has major problem of homeless people, I guess We call them begger in India and New York call them Homeless. I have special relationship with homeless people. My night shift at Starbucks has made me very good acquaintance and friend with many people. For example De is fat , black and bearded man who sleeps at corner table of our store in the night though sleeping is prohibited in our store but there are humanitarian considerations.
One night in last winter in New York, I played as homeless person near Houstan street. It was paid assignment from Columbia School of Social Work, So that was my another experience of knowing homelessness in New York city.I am not aware of that study about exact number of Homeless people in the city but for it was different and chilling experience because that whole gave me a meaning of homelessness.Think about a situation where One doesnt have place to go except public space . My other good friend was Ray. He was young and smart man , who used to ask for cents near Caronet Pizza at 111 STREET and Broadway. We became very good friend, I still remeber the promise of having dinner with him.
When I used to Work with Greenpeace in Mumbai, I had good friendship with one boy of 10 years old. My team and that boy used to have bada pav sometimes together . I think his name was Mukesh. Very intelliegent and clever boy , who used to call me sometimes on my cell phones ask about my whereabouts. Sometimes I think about him and ask myself what a great hypocrite I am.He had gang of six or seven boys and girls together and they were masters of Churchgate area . Many times I used to treat all them one bada pav.
His friend Barnard, I heard he died few years ago. He used to sit near Rhythm house at kala ghoda area, . he was also drug peddler, he had his family . Old husband and wife and their son who used to beat his wife some times. Their sole income was drug and monetary begging from patrons of Rhythm house . Munni was our darling. their youngest daughter of two years old. They used to treat her like golden queen because she very cute and smart for their begging purposes.
Munni , that was her name .................
She works at nearby Starbucks store and comes to 51st store in late in the night and completes her assignment on her big screen Toshiba notebook. That night she was covering Ruby's shift. Ruby was playing goddess of death in Halowean parade so she could not come to work that evening. I mostly work at night so most of my job contains cleaning pastry case , bathroom and lobby slide and mopping. I generally clean bathroom nicely but it takes few minutes to make it smell like a piss .
Her comparison of smell of piss with Homelessness was quite striking in my head. This city has major problem of homeless people, I guess We call them begger in India and New York call them Homeless. I have special relationship with homeless people. My night shift at Starbucks has made me very good acquaintance and friend with many people. For example De is fat , black and bearded man who sleeps at corner table of our store in the night though sleeping is prohibited in our store but there are humanitarian considerations.
One night in last winter in New York, I played as homeless person near Houstan street. It was paid assignment from Columbia School of Social Work, So that was my another experience of knowing homelessness in New York city.I am not aware of that study about exact number of Homeless people in the city but for it was different and chilling experience because that whole gave me a meaning of homelessness.Think about a situation where One doesnt have place to go except public space . My other good friend was Ray. He was young and smart man , who used to ask for cents near Caronet Pizza at 111 STREET and Broadway. We became very good friend, I still remeber the promise of having dinner with him.
When I used to Work with Greenpeace in Mumbai, I had good friendship with one boy of 10 years old. My team and that boy used to have bada pav sometimes together . I think his name was Mukesh. Very intelliegent and clever boy , who used to call me sometimes on my cell phones ask about my whereabouts. Sometimes I think about him and ask myself what a great hypocrite I am.He had gang of six or seven boys and girls together and they were masters of Churchgate area . Many times I used to treat all them one bada pav.
His friend Barnard, I heard he died few years ago. He used to sit near Rhythm house at kala ghoda area, . he was also drug peddler, he had his family . Old husband and wife and their son who used to beat his wife some times. Their sole income was drug and monetary begging from patrons of Rhythm house . Munni was our darling. their youngest daughter of two years old. They used to treat her like golden queen because she very cute and smart for their begging purposes.
Munni , that was her name .................
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