Monthly Archives: September 2017

The Uber Driver who told ‘Boys Log Kaminey Hote Hain’

I am one of those who feel services like ola and uber have made our lives easier. I commute to work every day by uber and I meet interesting uber drivers every day, well most of the times. On rare occasions, I meet drivers who are rude, completely unfamiliar with the route and the ones who just look stern. I do get frustrated when I meet the later type, complain and at times fight with them. Fortunately, most of the times, I meet the interesting ones – the uber driver who told ‘boys kaminey hote hai’, another one who enjoys the diversity in Indian culture, then the one who is property inquisitive. Want to meet them? I don’t remember their names but I am sure you will find them cute as much as I did.

The Uber Driver who told ‘Boys log kaminey hote hai’

Well, when I started my ride I was pretty upset. A small argument with husband, lots of work at office and a painful body from my initial stunts at the gym were good enough reasons to make me cry. For the ones who don’t know this, I cry quite often. So, I was sad with tears rolling over my cheeks when my cab driver asked me ‘Boyfriend se jhagra hua madam. Parwa nhi, boys log kaminey hote hai’. That was it. It was not funny but the way he told, lighten up everything. I wiped my tears and smiled at him, also agreeing to what he said. I was not happy but not sad either for the rest of the evening.

The Uber Driver who believes in ‘Unity in diversity’

It was a regular morning when I got into an uber cab towards my office. After just a few minutes, he asked me nasta hua madam. I told, ‘yes bhaiya tindi aaitu’. He smiled and asked if I know Kannada. I told him I just know a few basic phrases but I think he liked my effort. He appreciated my gesture and shared how he enjoys the diversity he sees in the city. He meets people from different culture every day and it seems he enjoys his job because of that.

The Property Inquisitive Uber Driver

This guy was direct. He asked if I rent the place where he picked me up from or do I own it. I told I rent and I do not have money to own one. The explanation was not needed and I have no clue why I said that. He then asked me what is the rent for the flat and how many rooms we have. He asked how much would be the cost if someone wants to buy it and then talked about property and cost in different places of Bangalore. I don’t remember the property details but he made me think for a moment that I should definitely stop buying shoes and start planning about properties.

There are many such drivers whom I meet every day. They share stories with me and at times I share mine too. We complain about traffic and admire the weather together. Sometimes, I share my chocolate or chips with them. Sometimes they give me reasons to smile and few times I bring a smile on their face. There are lot of things that I complain about life and I will keep complaining but moments like these do make me feel good about life. As they say, be happy not because everything is good but because you see good in everything.

Can dark be beautiful & lovely?

Dark is beautiful. Is it? Do we seriously believe it? May be, we have started accepting it but there are conditions. It is beautiful till we compare it to fairness. Once we compare, of course, fair is lovelier than dark.

Plato said, ‘beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder’. But aren’t we all blind folded with preconceived notions. We don’t feel beauty, we judge it. We have already defined beauty within boundaries that we are unable to surpass. Fair is lovelier than dark. Slim is sexier than curves. Blue eyes are more desirable than black eyes. How often do we see beyond these notions?

Reading the above two paragraphs, you might have already declared me as ‘dark’ trying to be ‘beautiful’. Well yes, my skin color is dusky but I am not trying to be tagged as beautiful. That’s because I want to believe my complexion doesn’t define my beauty.

I am not trying to debate here on dark being beautiful or not. I am just trying to understand who defines beauty. A smart educated man very recently told me, “I accept I am an Indian and we are trained to believe fair is lovely”. He further says that he finds blue/green eyes more desirable. Though I couldn’t argue with the person, his words made me think about our notions of beauty.

I like tall men but does it mean, all shorter men are unattractive. No, it is not and it shouldn’t. Why do we judge and why do we compare? Can’t we just let it be? Can’t we keep fair and dark both beautiful as well as lovely. Can we start feeling the beauty within a person? When we can love our mother irrespective of her complexion, can’t we not do the same for all.

What should we do or rather what I want us to do? I want us to pick our words carefully. I want us to not define beauty. Because unless we are careful, we will continue to do the same. We will pass on the same notions to our younger generations and this will never stop. Beauty will always remain a captive and so will our minds.