I had to travel to nearly half the districts in Punjab, and Ropar was one of my many destinations. I had just finished my meeting and decided to go back to my hotel. I hired a rickshaw to take me to my hotel. Since these rickshaw-pullers were living away from their homes and had come to the city to earn money, I enquired him about a place for home cooked meals. My rickshaw-wala told me about this particular dhaba that was 3 kms away from my hotel. After explaining me the directions to that place, he left. I reached my hotel and immediately went off to sleep.
I woke up at 8.30 in the night after 4 hrs of sleep. My body was aching due to the lack of sleep and food and I had started feeling dizzy. I put on my clothes and decided to walk to the dhaba that the rickshaw-wala had told me about. It was a dark night…even the moon had betrayed me. I looked at the sky and I realized that I had stopped looking at the sky lately. I walked briskly in order to reach my destination. It was a festive season and I was really missing my family. May be that’s why my craving for home food made me walk those 3 kms in such a condition. I finally reached the dhaba and ordered for my food. As I waited for my food I saw a group of truck drivers who were also present there. I suddenly realized that some of them were looking at me. Though my heart skipped a beat, I tried to maintain a façade of calmness. In order to hide my inner emotions I greeted them with a big smile.
One of them then asked me - “How come a person like you who seems to belong to a nice family, is eating food at a place like this?”
This question stunned for a few seconds…I never expected them to ask me such a direct question. “Well, I am traveling to various districts of Punjab due to some official work and since I prefer eating home made food, I came to this place” - is the reply that I gave them.
Hearing this, the other truck drivers who were talking among themselves also joined us. As I struck an emotional chord with my new friends, they wanted to know more about me. They were extremely happy to see how well I had maintained my moustache and went on to explain the relevance of a moustache in a man’s life. When I told them about my work in the field of education, they started a keen discussion on the status of education in their villages. One of them said - “We send our children to private schools to get the best education, so that they can get a government job when they grow up.” Another one added - “We don’t want our children to end up in a profession like ours. We live outside our homes for more than 20 days a month”
We chatted for more than an hour, by which time I had finished my food and it was time for me to leave. And I walk back to my hotel…with a big smile on my face…
Abhineet Singh, Delhi
I woke up at 8.30 in the night after 4 hrs of sleep. My body was aching due to the lack of sleep and food and I had started feeling dizzy. I put on my clothes and decided to walk to the dhaba that the rickshaw-wala had told me about. It was a dark night…even the moon had betrayed me. I looked at the sky and I realized that I had stopped looking at the sky lately. I walked briskly in order to reach my destination. It was a festive season and I was really missing my family. May be that’s why my craving for home food made me walk those 3 kms in such a condition. I finally reached the dhaba and ordered for my food. As I waited for my food I saw a group of truck drivers who were also present there. I suddenly realized that some of them were looking at me. Though my heart skipped a beat, I tried to maintain a façade of calmness. In order to hide my inner emotions I greeted them with a big smile.
One of them then asked me - “How come a person like you who seems to belong to a nice family, is eating food at a place like this?”
This question stunned for a few seconds…I never expected them to ask me such a direct question. “Well, I am traveling to various districts of Punjab due to some official work and since I prefer eating home made food, I came to this place” - is the reply that I gave them.
Hearing this, the other truck drivers who were talking among themselves also joined us. As I struck an emotional chord with my new friends, they wanted to know more about me. They were extremely happy to see how well I had maintained my moustache and went on to explain the relevance of a moustache in a man’s life. When I told them about my work in the field of education, they started a keen discussion on the status of education in their villages. One of them said - “We send our children to private schools to get the best education, so that they can get a government job when they grow up.” Another one added - “We don’t want our children to end up in a profession like ours. We live outside our homes for more than 20 days a month”
We chatted for more than an hour, by which time I had finished my food and it was time for me to leave. And I walk back to my hotel…with a big smile on my face…
Abhineet Singh, Delhi
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