Wednesday, August 14, 2013

STRANGERS


Strangers are always Strange. I don’t have much experience with strangers though, still after coming to Hyderabad, after leaving my hometown, everything is stranger. All the roads, streets, trees on the walkway, children playing around them, the language their tongue cultivate- everything is stranger to me. Sometimes it feels lost to be here, like I am a misplaced puzzle piece here. Every stare that turns along with my step, the way they treat. It feels vulnerable to have myself out of the safe lap. Sometimes they are fathoming, sometimes they are puzzled. Sometimes they are loathing, sometimes they are raged. Sometimes playful, sometimes flirting. ;) Sometimes they are kind too but sometimes they are strangely scary.


They differ a lot still called with the same name- Stranger.

There was an abandoned government land near by our hostel. It’s just two weeks ago they started constructing a park on it. Right now there are only four rectangle patches of grass is grown out on rippling uneven land. People have started to go there from now only. Yesterday I had some time in the evening. So I thought to have a visit to the new park as hopefully this was a place where I could sit without the rustling crowd and hustling vehicles.

I entered the park. It was in semi dark. Two street lights, on each side, half flanked with bowing trees were enlightening some places. Mostly couples were there, some cross-legged and some lying on each other. May be I was the only one alone there.

I looked out and optioned a place where there was light. I silently went there and sat on the grass. The sword headed grass pinched me but I didn’t mind as it offered lots of loneliness and silence in return. After a few minutes, a guy walked by me. He went into the park, sat there alone, finished his half-lit cigarette and then returned. I noticed his direction toward me, ignored it. I didn’t know him after all and smokers…I don’t have tolerance to persist the stench coming from their breath.

He came stopped before and said “Excuse me! Blah, blah, blah..” The whole blah, blah, blah sentence was in Telugu, a language again I don’t understand.

“Sorry!” I exclaimed.

“Hindi???”

“Yeah.”

“Aap akele kyun baithey ho?”

I looked around. And then checked myself whether I am doing anything wrong. I was holding my mobile in left hand and my bag was slumped next to me shaggily. I was sitting with knees folded to chest and hands banded around them.

“Why? Is there any problem?” I wondered.

“Are you waiting for someone? Why are you sitting alone?”

“No. no. I am not waiting for anyone. I am sitting..just thinking about something. So needed someplace and there is no place in Hyderabad away from crowd and traffic and noise…” I fumbled. I didn’t want to nag about the place.

“Are you sure? I mean…are you disappointed?”

 I laughed this time a bit to ease the situation. “Arrey..seriously I am fine.I am just sitting here. Nothing to worry at all.”

“Sure? Are you comfortable here?” He sounded concerned now.

“I am fine. Perfectly fine and comfortable.”

He smiled and hesitated a bit walking backward. “Okay. Bye”

And he left.

He was a stranger yet he cared and it felt good. It felt good to know that  without any relation he cared for a lonely girl.

Five minutes later another person came in. He at first looked at me and then went around, then came and sat next to me. It was late and I had to go to hostel for dinner. I started to gather myself and left. After that I came out of the park, I noticed something odd. The person was following me. Hell!!!
Just to confirm my doubts I went to a shop and brought some groceries and then went to another shop to recharge me balance. He kept following, waiting and then again following. It was sick. I checked out here and there. But everyone was busy in their work. I was relieved that there were many people. At least he wouldn't dare to do anything. But I hated his trailing. I am no dazzling beauty that all will follow me. And I had no makeup, not even a trace of Kajal. Wearing a very simple dress, no revealing or attractive, just simple salwar-kameez. Still I was in trap.

Why??? I didn’t know him. He was also a stranger but totally different than the earlier one. It was scary.It was scary and disheartening. Can’t we even walk safely now? It’s a question still unanswered.
But here my matter bothersome is that both were Strangers. But both possessed hell and heaven difference.





8 comments:

  1. It is true that still, in this 21st century and in a country like India the hub of cultures, there are men who has still not yet realized the freedom of women and who subjugate them to satisfy their inherent ego of being a man. We are in a country and around men who are not in a position to understand the value of women and importance of their presence on this planet. But, one cannot go out into a jungle without a fence on your vehicle to protect yourself from the animals even though you have the right to choose your own windshield. In India, until these animals exist women have to protect themselves and it is very unfortunate.

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    1. Yeah! very true! We have to be our own protector as we can't trust any man, no matter whatever is their relationship with us.

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  2. Being protective is matter however society was; even we can’t accept it quite. There’s a balance in everything like day and night behold great difference. Take care and be cautious with strangers :)

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    1. Yeah Jeevan! Thank u. Yeah there is still a vast difference!

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  3. Moving to a new place is a time when my mind is in shambles, unwilling to let go of all the familiar places. It is the strangers of new place who shapes your opinion how that place is...

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  4. The two Strangers make a real contrast. The second one appears to belong to the the group of wolves who trail unaccompanied girls. Good that you escaped any possible mishap.

    I worked at Hyderabad for 3 and a half years. The Sanjivayya Park was always full of boy-girl pairs. The NTR Garden is a nice place to visit.

    Perhaps Hyderabad is not disturbed after the Telengana-decision.

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    1. It's bit disturbed earlier but there wasn't much effect on our area as we are bit lucky to be living in a safe life.

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