A day in the life of India

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A day in the life of India : From the other side…

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The life of an urban gareeb is very different from that of the rural gareeb, urban gareeb’s life you can say is vulgar, like an urban amir’s life. Their stories dont come out, because nobody cares about them, and obviously they dont blog. During my life i have been with many gareebs and sort of have a first hand experience. Have listened to their stories, and it has always amused me.
Their life is very interesting, with lot of gaalis, domestic violence, non-stop jhagada and all gaali galoch. The fighting that happens in a chawl will put u in shame,, i mean u will start to blush.. I used to live in railway quarters and behind our colony was this gareebo ki basti. I had a friend from there and i used to go there often, the games on that side are often more vibrant and raw. Now when u go there, every day you will find some women fighting, men beating their wife, all gali galauch.. i mean thats so lovely, jhagada’s and maram maaris are always interesting to watch,, i say it just brings the smile on your face.. these people dont wear the masks like we do, censoring our language and thoughts..
They speak gaalis in every sentence, every where, in schools, in temples, at home and women too speak a lot of gaalis, and its always amusing to see gaalis flow from a women’s mouth.. Out of the several days i spent there i will cite one day, a day in the life of the basti.
I went to this friend’s house, they were eating food and i waited for him to finish his lunch. His father was home in recess, he used to work in some factory. They were a family of 4.
Mother: “ye tumhari beti, koi kaam nahi karti, rand saali saamne waale galle pe jaakar pura din vimal(its a padiki, i mean the manikchand types) khati hai.
Girl : “bhenchod chup kar” shouts to her mother.
Father: Raat ko peekar aane de, tum dono ki maa chod ta hu..
My friend: looking at me and laughing..
I thought in my mind, i shud come here tonight, lot of action wud be there.. drunk people fighting, giving gaalis, all their nataks i have always found interesting.. they are “real humans” cruel, wicked, un-hindered. Fighting like they should fighting, saying what they should say.. unhindered, uncensored, i mean thats great.. great stuff gand phadu and thought provoking. It makes we wonder somethimes, what makes us stop being like them, what is the real reason for our faking..
We were sitting near a naala and smoking, at that time a fight erupted between two women. I got excited and said lets go and see, he seemed un-interested and said, nothing new; happens all the time.. i said chal time pass hoga..
as we came to know later that it started when one of the women threw kachra in front of another womens house. by the time we reached, it had taken new directions..
women in red saree: Saali rand, tu kitne ka leti hai na mujhe pata hai, sab ke saamne nanga kar dungi.
in yellow saare: Bhosadiki teri beti, chhat pe raat ko kyu jaati hai pata hai?. mere bete ka akkha lund leti hai.. rand ki aulaad.
in red: mere pati ko aane de shaam ko, daaru peekar tum sab ki gand phad dega.
in yellow: chudail, tera pati kya ghanta karega.. lund to khada hota nahi hai.. uska sala na-mard..
red: Akkha lund tere gand mein daalega tab pata chalega, k lund uthta hai k nahi..
Now they jumped on to each other, each of them trying to pull each others cloth off. the public getting excited.. Red women’s saare has come down. Now my friend stepped in, trying to stop the jhagada, in pretex of trying to stop, he was just groping..
After some time we got bored and left, but the jhagada kept going..
Another day, the friend told me : ” arrey yaar i have broken up with my setting”
“kyu” I asked.
“she was sitting in front of her house and was washing clothes, her boobs were all visible to every one, even the thoda part of tits were visible, so i said to take care that her boobs are not visible and to cover them with chunni while washing, she refused and i slapped her..
i laughed, and asked further so was she showing the boobs on purpose.. i m sure that rand is showing it on purpose…
Since most of the boys in this area dont go to school, they are just sitting in some naaka, near gallas and chai waalas, and do lukha giri all day. Most of them trying to be a don, smoking, chedding girls..
All day they try to make setting, most girls and women work as kaam waalis in neighbouring societies.. And they have these lovers, who will take all the money they earn in some pretex or other, may be beat sometimes to get the money.. that money goes into gambling and drinking potlis.. Then the girl takes the dick of maliks of the house they work at to make more money. If one looks at the social structure here, its just a different world here. Everything is so new, different, liberal and in extremes. The girls here are very bold, they get fucked even before periods start. As i am told about a girl, who refuses if some one wants to fuck her alone, she would say bring 2 more of your friends, she likes only group sex. She works as a nurse in some clinic and she is extremely talented at giving blow jobs..
its another story how i became friends with this guy, we all middle class friends were playing in our colony, when these group of guys came, and started playing at the same place, the ball hit one of them and it eruped into this jhagada.. i was this boy not speaking gaalis, my mother would say “good boy”.. now garma garmi began between me and this guy..
I: saale, tu bechme aakar kyu khel raha hai
He: Madar chod, meri behan ko bula k launga, to tera lund kaat k kha jayegi, bhencod, meri behan tere pe huge gi to saale tu doob jaayega..
Me: dumbstuck!! where is this guy from! is he alien.. what is he talking.. then i started laughing, i was happy, i mean what kind of person would say that his sister will eat my dick.., i mean i liked this guy,, then we became friends…
Now i m not in contact with that friend, but the stories that he told me still stays, krishna the iron wala, he had been in that gareeb class, and i often ask him to tell the stories, he has lot of interesting stories.. I would say, one should live for some time in these slums, its really a mind boggling experience, may be one would learn a few things, may be one would understand that there is no such thing as vulgarity, its just the society that we are born into makes them feel vulgar.. And its not sex only that i find in these ghettos, there are some love stories, some stories of sacrifice and brother hood. But those stories are common and main stream, here i write about un common topics, i would say it parallel blogging..
P.S. You might say that the picture doesnt go well with the content,, it does, surely it does.. May be you should look at the post in terms of the picture not the picture in terms of the post..

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Written by maya

October 5, 2009 at 11:19 am

Posted in humor, uncommon

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  1. Gaalis are 'helping verbs' for many, including those who are not basti dwellers. But fighting with foul mouth is typical basti life. Loved 'chedding girls' and the 'lukha giri' … u seem to be slowly making ur way to the dictionary.As for the uninhibited sex, may their clan improve. But with limited support from the so-called educated class, what else can they do?You painted the picture that we often see but feel ashamed to expose. But then, knowing you now, feel proud to read it!

    IdleMind

    October 5, 2009 at 1:40 pm

  2. hehe.. its just indianizing the content.. with those words.. or wud say hindianizing glad to know ur feelings towards this post, reader's approval means a lot..

    Uncommon Sense

    October 5, 2009 at 2:24 pm

  3. skipping on the profanities (what a pity, this post is actually dedicated to them.. hehe) .. it was an interesting read. yes, even i like to observe people in their true form.. and poor ppl dont have to maintain the masks that most of u are forced to wear..another thnig that is very interesting – you still remember all the details in full detail. amazing!!

    Chhaya

    October 5, 2009 at 5:02 pm

  4. @chhaya, thanks for liking, there is no way profanity cud have been avoided, esp in this post,, its the heart of the post..not all the details are accurate, i mean i dont remember the saare colours but added as a way to differentiate between the 2 women. They said a lot of things, and not in that particular order as i mentioned, i just selected some tht were more vulgar,, other than that everything is as itis..

    Uncommon Sense

    October 5, 2009 at 5:15 pm

  5. @US – there was a typo in my comment – the masks that most of *us are forced to wear..

    Chhaya

    October 5, 2009 at 5:38 pm

  6. i was about to say that i quite liked the pic .. sometimes u appear to be a genius to me .. many might not notice the intellect u showed in the P.Sthere is more to gareeb people than gaali galauj .. they are strugglers , they are the real people .. urbane people are fake and pretentious !!nice post …

    vicious

    October 5, 2009 at 10:59 pm

  7. just wondering… why did u say the picture doesnt go well with the post? i mean… what can be more perfect? Kids making fun of us stupid grown ups :)btw.. i forgot to mention the last time – thank u for the paragraphs.. its so much easier to read šŸ™‚

    Chhaya

    October 6, 2009 at 9:44 am

  8. @vici the problem here is that the reader takes the post in "reshma ki jawani" terms, but what i m trying to portray in all my posts is in "bandit queen" terms.. I mean i talk about reality, but ppl think its all b grade gaali and sex stuff.. what they miss is the right perspective.. since there is no "shekhar kapoor" behind it but just an ordinary drop-out, with 100 words vocabulory… yes there is lot more to gareebs, but those things are already shown in movies and literature, so we will leave those parts, i wud better just fill the gaps..and šŸ™‚ thanks for getting the pulse of the post right..@chhay will try to use paragraphs effectively in future posting as well..,

    Uncommon Sense

    October 6, 2009 at 11:10 am

  9. I have got the picture quite thoroughly. I could visualize every bit of it because I too stay in a quite similar setup, except that the gali galoch is a little suppressed. Being bred in a urban setup and never having to live in the county of so-called garibon ki basti, it feels quite weird for me to see the inhabitants fight uninhibited.The phrase "don't wash your dirty linens in the public" (or something like that) seemed to look like the work of a hypocrite after I saw them. They fight with each other, the mother-in-law beats her daughter-in-law but when there is distress the same people help each other out. Muslims celebrate Ganesha Festival with pompous fervor; they live like "one for all and all for one". Like you have very prominently pointed out, they don't need to wear the mask of hypocrisy like we have to trying to protect our dignity and status.

    Vittaldas Prabhu

    October 6, 2009 at 12:48 pm

  10. you have sketched the true picture of the bastis… many of us are exposed to certain things through hindi movies which seem to be fictions but that is the true face of indian slums… well, the picture complements the write up…

    abanerji

    October 6, 2009 at 3:35 pm

  11. It's really interesting to live near such places. I've had friends who weren't exactly living in slums, but close. And I can totally visualize these kinds of things happening. It doesn't seem strange to me. Almost makes me nostalgic for my hometown and childhood days. ha ha.Great post man. Keep writing :)N P.S – my poems are located on my blog http://www.fubarpoems.blogspot.com rest, some blogs remain un-updated, will put their links on TFU.

    Nothingman

    October 7, 2009 at 2:48 am

  12. @ vitthal, anu, nothinthanks for liking the post

    Uncommon Sense

    October 7, 2009 at 10:51 am

  13. mast post as usual…inspite of ur 100 words vocab whatever you write is so unconventional, hard-hitting and in the face and uncomfortable at the same time…i just love your style of writing…so informal….keep it up.

    abhishek

    October 11, 2009 at 2:11 pm

  14. Thanks abhi for liking,, ur positive response helps to keep writing, such thing..

    Uncommon Sense

    October 12, 2009 at 10:31 am


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