Every night the road to home is a dull smoky path where breath is stifled by madness of pedestrians and their abrupt crossings in a zig zag pattern. One such night turned out to be an alarm in disguise. It was novelty of the experience.Late in the evening these pretty young girls were dressed to live.Thin bodies covered in modern attire. Some in skirts, some in salwar and few in pants.Lips were painted. How different were they from all of us? I dress to be presentable. In order to be an achiever I strive hard till late hours of the day. I get back home to see them lined up on the small uphill of life. I can't talk. I just look. When they are talking to men who get off from their bikes and negotiate on a price. Those wide eyed faces fleeing at the sound of a siren.I tell a friend that I've never seen something like this before in my life. I was told they are transvestites. Not all. I now pass them, look at them, think of them. Maybe someday I'll talk to them.Depends.
It was the early 90s. Life was just taking a turn as was India. One day it was the magic of Eddie Murphy, Tyra Banks and Michael Jackson. Magic Johnson hits the big drum and declares in a booming voice. It was a time to remember alright.. On a Sunday it was suddenly Eric Clapton who brought 'Tears in Heaven'. Was it Tears for Fears who said 'Everybody wants to rule the world?'. DesRee and Terence Trent Darby with the silken 'Delicate', 24 by 7 taking to you a fast paced 'Take me away", Bon Jovi keeping the faith, Guns N' Roses welcoming you to the jungle with Axl Rose's sexy hairdo in 'Yesterday'. It was then the beginning of the end for Kurt Cobain. Just as I was getting so hooked to the Seattle band he put a bullet through his head. Quick. I wrote an ode to the man. So did a few more million fans. India had stepped into liberalisation. Narasimha Rao and Manmohan Singh had 'freed' India from License Raj Economy. The youth were ...
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