Lalu Prasad Yadav has been known for his prowness at work. He seems like a wicked mind under a thick skinned dumb exterior. From kullhars for drinking chai inside the trains to maximizing space utilization at railway stations, he has shown his unpredictable behaviour. The idea of setting up 24 hour restraunts at railway stations of major cities of India seems like a novel thought. With the aim of space utilization, money generation and facilitation of good food at cheap prices, comesum s have hit the market serving food at night real hard. Whether it is kadai paneer to pizza, and gulab jamun to milk shakes all is available under one roof. What else do you wish for at 3 am !

I have been visiting comesum for couple of years now, it seems like a great outing, when you have spent the night wacking your brains on some project. With each visit I have witnessed a change in the crowd. From a destination for night train travellers to a good-snack-cafe for call center employees and now as an after disc hang out for youngsters, the transition seems little too drastic.

Earlier, I seldom used to find any one properly dressed. With people in their night chaddies with a T-shirt on top or with a pair of shabby jeans it seems like a cool-cool place. But now its seems, Sun never sets at ‘comesum’, its hot in here. Wearing shades at 3 AM seems a possibility here. Its now filled with yankies with minnies and halters and yunkies as Men in BLACK. Its a hot place to be. Surely ,being a witness to this drama at 3 AM is worth the travel.

After all its only the pizza that drove me to nizzamudin tonight, with a smile on my face, and pity for Lalu I return to my cozy home.

Little did Lalu know that his ‘milking’ restraunt shall serve as a hang out for hang overs.

The morning of 28th started with a bang, the tussle of making the right kinda document with Acrobat Pro. Its a really tough job getting it in the way you want it to be, in just the first shot. After the task was some what handled, it was time to leave for gurgaon- the IT mainland of North India.

After some six hours of traveling from one corner of Gurgaon to the other to wind off the work, it was time to wait at the City Centre. The Wait was an experience of not being part of the war.

At 5:30 pm, a war was on, a tussle is on, in each one of the souls who have left their office to go back to their home. A tussle to fight for their own existence, to gather space, that they could call their own. It was the time when they had to forget about the worries of their office, as it was the dawn of a new set of problems. The problems of their own homes.

It seemed all these beings were lost in their own thoughts. For them smiling at a passerby seemed merely a waste of time.

The swarms of cabs had arrived, people rushing to settle in their own. The irony was that all of them were in a hurry to get relaxed. They wanted to get into their cars and sit, waiting for the others to come. Please some one tell me is waiting what you do to relax(I am very Impatient). Meanwhile, each  one spent their time looking out of the window, mesmerized in own thoughts. The idea of talking to their fellow passenger seemed another job to them. ‘Talking’ surely is an effort, especially when you have to get a false smile on one’s face, when you are yourself low.

I could visualize my self on top of a building, when all these cars would seem like ants and these humans like food. The ants would come, swallow these beings, and set off for their way.

At the Toll Gate, I was a witness to the perspective of these ants going through a narrow channel out into an urban jungle.

Even tragedy at road, would have moved a few, while others would mostly pouring out their emotions blaming the situation as a mere time waste. (Read more…)