An attempt to blog on daily observations and everyday life.
A man on a bike struggled to get ahead between two huge buses. Curiously, the auto driver ahead of the bus asked him. Where are you headed boss? The bike man replied saying ‘work Anna’. To which the auto driver fixed his shirt saying “I’m also working”.
The entire scene was noticed by me sitting in my office cab who is also headed to work. As we crawled through bumper to bumper morning traffic, all the people behind the bumper told they were also going to work.
A boy on cycle, a young girl in jeans wearing a headset, a woman in a car, a man in a bus.
A truck loaded with men in military uniform. A man holding a stop sign regulating the traffic. A young man wearing a lemon coloured helmet on a bike with a backpack.
A garbage truck picking the trash from all over the Nagara.
A man with a grey handlebar moustache pushing a cart of tender coconut.
An old woman welcoming children inside the school.
A man sweeping the hair off the floor from his saloon.
A group of young boys selling breakfast from an auto.
An elderly woman stacking up Pooris and vadas in front of her shop.
A pink shirted man neatly ironing the layers of a saree.
A woman selling plates of hot rice bath to a bunch of cab drivers in white.
These are some of the people I came across in the 7km journey from my home to work.
Some work from home. Some work from office.
Some work on their passion. Some work for a living.
Some jobs demand mental energy. Some jobs demand physical strength.
Some jobs requires uniforms.
Some are timed. Some are flexible.
We are all doing something to make this world a little better. We wear different masks everyday. We wear different labels when we are out at work. But there’s only one motive behind all the masks and labels we wear.
No job is superior or inferior.
As I reached office, a Kannada song ‘Yellaru maaduvudu hotteggai, genu battegagi’ song was played on the FM.