The Little Boy

I usually wait at the bus stop every morning gathering my thoughts on the previous days work while also constantly reminding myself of having to fetch some for the day. Its usually fun at the place coz I being a keen observer of peoples behaviour tend to gather their motion. Its routine to see people and a host of similar faces at the queue. Some smile, while others just seem to lack the mood of getting into the daily routine. Some are happlessly disgrunted at the buses arriving late and keep pouring comments. As for the comments they come in plenty of style and skewed amplifications. There is a particular lady who waits daily at the same time and wonders if I was there only to watch her. She aint too cute as she supposes herself to be. She managed a smile the other day. Thats routine!!! for most people as they wonder if life could offer more than just this.

To a contrast and to compare I have this little boy at the Bus stand who seems refreshingly different and lovable at first sight. He comes every morning, dressed differently for each occassion as he creates them. Standardized as it is he wears a khaki clad pant and shirt to imitate a bus conductor, a white shirt and brown trouser to suit the traffic police and sometimes neatly ironed formals or casuals. Obvious contrast to his attire, he comes from a poor family background. A lovely whistle blowing device in his hand and what looks like a poor mans Rayban sunglasses to darn his innocent face.

What he performs at the place is worth the wait. He stands like a traffic guide, controlling the angry faced bus drivers who speed into the stand without notice of the people walking. He whistles shrill enough for the driver to slow down. Next he is all zipping an zapping around singing songs that suits the situation. Ranging from latest hits to oldies his voice may not exactly sound music to the ears, but nevertheless he is his own king and is not perturbed by the laughing public. He sings to the ladies that pass by, but for as little as he is I wouldnt blame his intention. Its a gag to see the responses of the ladies that he showers his music upon. They laugh amongst themselves. As for another help, he takes incharge of queues and yells at people breaking them to enter the buses as they arrive.

What makes him so likeable is that he is a free guide of his thoughts. It dosent seem to affect him what people may think of him. He may be little, but mind it the stuff he performs dosent show he is immatured. Such freedom is what we lack for ourselves. We think too much about surroundings and what effects it would have on our nature of actions. It all ratifies us into tension and lets us feel unimportant. We act, so as to gather attraction and we fail. Initially, when I saw the little boy I too laughed along with my mates, but sooner I learnt that he wasnt performing for me or for the others. He attracts attention to teach people a lesson, a lesson to guide our thoughts freely and not be influenced by the majority. I learnt it from him. It took me time to understand, but eventually I managed. Think about it.

Sailesh.