It being a Saturday and me being an employee of the most generous organization I've ever come across in my life, we were fed with hot pizzas in this cold weather. I pushed down one through my throat into my stomach but the walls of throat were asking for me; this time in the form of not a substance but a fluid. I fathomed its requirements and walked lazily towards the cafe.
There's a paan shop adjacent to the cafe where I trade in money for cigarettes and as I was lighting one, I overheard a vehement discussion going on among three familiar voices and I readily knew whom those voices belonged to. They were Seniors. At Work. Equally generous towards a young and freshly recruit like me; always. I hung my head while the first wave of smoke escaped my lips and walked towards the entrance of the cafe. The voices were still on top of their optimum; catching the momentum of crescendo that was ignited by the collective denial of new formation of Telangana.
Three of them; let me name them Ram, Shyam and Kishore. Ram and Shyam occupied one side of a table as they share the brotherhood of smokers and Kishore on the other side; to spare himself from the adjacency of smoke that runs through his ears!
Ram and Shyam were facing their backs at me; and so Kishore's face complemented mine. There was a hiss Kishore let out and that alarmed the other two people and the voices dropped flat like an insipid kite that drops flat when its string loses the connection somehow with the anchor.
I knew it was about Telangana - the region where I hail from but not one of three seniors. They belonged to the counterpart of Telangana and boast the vainglory of being belonged. I never cared less about that. I always saw myself as the resident of the Capital. But not pertaining to any specific region to be judged by or to judge.
I slowly occupied the same table but on the other row, and they threw smiles at me for which I responded with a faint one. When all our brains were running the film of Andhra - Telangana; none had the capability to pause the film and to bring the concept of 'co-worker ship' onto the forefront.
They emptied their cups of tea, blew out till the stubs in their hand died and walked away past me towards the counter to clear the bill off. I sat there. I stared at them; they were dissolving into obscurity. They were merging into oblivion. Three figures. Yesterday they were colleagues and today, they have been counterparts.
How I wait for tomorrow to run into them with a smile and I'd love to see their faces changing colours. But I always see them amiable co workers who always smiled at me with pure hearts. Should I now say Jai Telangana?
There's a paan shop adjacent to the cafe where I trade in money for cigarettes and as I was lighting one, I overheard a vehement discussion going on among three familiar voices and I readily knew whom those voices belonged to. They were Seniors. At Work. Equally generous towards a young and freshly recruit like me; always. I hung my head while the first wave of smoke escaped my lips and walked towards the entrance of the cafe. The voices were still on top of their optimum; catching the momentum of crescendo that was ignited by the collective denial of new formation of Telangana.
Three of them; let me name them Ram, Shyam and Kishore. Ram and Shyam occupied one side of a table as they share the brotherhood of smokers and Kishore on the other side; to spare himself from the adjacency of smoke that runs through his ears!
Ram and Shyam were facing their backs at me; and so Kishore's face complemented mine. There was a hiss Kishore let out and that alarmed the other two people and the voices dropped flat like an insipid kite that drops flat when its string loses the connection somehow with the anchor.
I knew it was about Telangana - the region where I hail from but not one of three seniors. They belonged to the counterpart of Telangana and boast the vainglory of being belonged. I never cared less about that. I always saw myself as the resident of the Capital. But not pertaining to any specific region to be judged by or to judge.
I slowly occupied the same table but on the other row, and they threw smiles at me for which I responded with a faint one. When all our brains were running the film of Andhra - Telangana; none had the capability to pause the film and to bring the concept of 'co-worker ship' onto the forefront.
They emptied their cups of tea, blew out till the stubs in their hand died and walked away past me towards the counter to clear the bill off. I sat there. I stared at them; they were dissolving into obscurity. They were merging into oblivion. Three figures. Yesterday they were colleagues and today, they have been counterparts.
How I wait for tomorrow to run into them with a smile and I'd love to see their faces changing colours. But I always see them amiable co workers who always smiled at me with pure hearts. Should I now say Jai Telangana?
