Times Are Such…(50 Words)

So rude of the fellow. I ask him the time of the day. He just rushes past like he did not hear or see me. Well, the feud has to wait for another day. The honks are deafening – have to get to the other side before it turns green.

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Road Traffic Accident (< 100 Words)

By jackfielduk in thedrabble:

We are comrades stuck in traffic. Nothing has moved for thirty minutes — it must be serious. Traffic opposite hurtles past, mocking our stationary plight.

The lorry driver jumps down from his yellow cab, speculating through an open window. A distant ambulance wails along the line, cars crabbing away from its path.

Finally, engines wobble into life, piercing our pop-up partnerships. As we crawl past the tangled wreckage, we stare and are thankful it is not one of us, accelerate away, turn up the music and…

…are enemies once more.

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The Survival Of The Intelligent

Warning:

More evidence coming in, after here and here, about animals evolving rapidly to get ahead of homo-sapiens in the game:

 

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When The Heart Is In The Right Place…

A short clip capturing a sight one doesn’t get everyday to see – a thoughtful act of kindness from our much-maligned constabulary.:

 

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Source: vide Vaijayanthi Raghavan in FB.

The Story Of A Showman

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His daily fare was a simple thing.
Idli’s and chutney in the morning.
Rice, sambhar and curds at three
with sliced onions and green chilli.

No grunting, sweating in any gym,
Nor kusthi or weights for him.
For the night it was a thick uthappam,
and a glass of hot pepper rasam.

Protein supplements – what were they?
Never heard of tofu or whey.
His muscles, if any, did not show
how much weight he could throw.

And that he could stop a van dead,
merely with his hands stretched.
Though, doing all he did,
did leave him a bit stressed.

He could with ease cars and trucks,
not so a plane on tarmac or a train on tracks.
Until one day he faced a twenty-footer boldly,
that, it was sad, didn’t take him seriously.

Now,
he doesn’t do what he did.
He does what he didn’t.
What is it? You may want to know.
They were kind, moved him to a desk at the RTO.

Had it easy with two, four and many wheelers,
Not so with milling brokers and irate visitors.
If you haven’t figured him out yet,
It’s the hapless traffic-cop at Fort Market.

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RTO is the Road Transport Office, usually a chaotic place overrun by touts and middle-men than genuine visitors.

Idli’s (steamed rice cakes), Uthappam (dosa like?), Sambhar (a thick lentil soup?)and Rasam (a thin spicy lentil soup?) are popular South Indian breakfast/meal preparations. Chutney is a kind of spicy paste/pickle.

Kushti is free style wrestling sport common in rural India.