Mazda Diaries: An Appeal

I have observed many people during my journeys in buses who boards the bus at one stop, tell their problems in a manner that some emotional person will melt and give them some money. All this is a matter of one stop and after gathering Rs. 10- 20, the leave in search of another bus at the next stop. There had been aged people, people with kids hanging or holding some medical reports.

Today, I saw one of a different kind. He was (apparently) deaf and asked for help in a manner that many had never thought about.

I was astounded by this piece of brilliance. At first, the man distributed the cards to each person and then went to the women's compartment to explain that he is deaf and mute and then started collecting money. By the time he took all the cards back, he had collected around Rs. 40 within a single stop.

P.s. Not making fun of any one here but just as I read the card, I opted for observing a minute's silence for what had been done to the beautiful (English) language.

Give me another chance, I wanna grow up once again...

That early morning PTV cartoon to wake me up...

Heading to school with a hanging bottle in the neck.....

That joy of knowing a teacher is absent and a free period will be given...

Those paper based games and the joy of winning them...

Being a champion of Book Cricket and Hand Cricket...

Those special arrangements on the PT period day....

Being the flag bearer for my campus at the Sports Day in the Naval uniform...

That pleasure of being the Monitor and bossing around in the class,

Taking unfair advantage of the good kid image created.....

Ditching close friends at last second in the test and listening to their taunts...

Hiding in a corner with best friend until lunch is shared with him....

Fighting with people in the van to grab window seat...

That Amrood and Makayee wala outside school gate....

Having arguments with mum about "Jo miss ne kaha hai wohe theek hai"

Coming back to watch Sesame Street's Urdu version "Khul ja Sim Sim"....

That freedom of playing outside one hour before Maghrib....

Those couple of hours with a stick on head while revising school work...

Those late night 30 minutes allowed on Sega given to wear off tiredness given by studies....

That ban on setting a foot outside during exams...

That greeting with a couple of slaps when told that I got 9.5 out of 10...

Those expectations from me every session of coming first in class...

Taking Ninja Turtles cassette on rent first day of the vacations...

Those imaginary friends whom I played Cricket and Hockey matches with...

That unhealthy obsession with a song...

Those moments of watching wrestling sneakily with my Grandfather...

That night before an important Cricket match, sleeping with the ball kept under the pillow....

Those tensions of losing the ball right before leaving the home for the match...

That moment of madness when all levels of Tekken 3 were cleared with a single token...

That disappointed walk after not being able to drive at Dodging Cars at Sindbad's....

Those weekends spent at Nani's place just to watch an Indian movie with Mamun...

Spending open-handedly at the Doli wala jhoola...

Falling in to the trap of Pathan bhai with Rifle and balloons tied on a board....

Counting Eidi every 5 minutes and comparing it with cousins'...

Mom taking the Eidi by promising to double it up next month...

That happiness of getting the first computer...

Being a master at every game and bragging about it at school...

Making that first ever k3wlx email ID...

Blushing to the thought of first crush...

That moment when girls saved me from being expelled from the school...

Those countless reminders by them...

Those Cricket team politics and awkward happiness when nominated Captain...

That dream of joining Air Force being crashed right at the last moment...

I want those days back...

I want to go back in time...

I want to live those days again...

I want to be stress free again...

Give me another chance...

I wanna grow up once again :'(

p.s. I tried hard to rhyme it.