Incident - I

At the dosa stall in evening. Crowded with a waiting line. 

A bald fair man his forty somethings, jeans clad with mehandi green colour shirt, standing as close to the counter as his belly can permit. A happy looking child at his task of serving and packing chutney and dosas. 

The Man: Jaldi pack kar, aey. Thanda ho gaya to tu ghar pe aa, garam karne. 2 kilo chutney saath mein daal.

(Child quiet and staring the man, packs one sada dosa and an idli plate he ordered. Drops a full ladle of chutney in the plastic bag. )

The Man: Saale, bolaa na 2 kilo chutney daal.. itna se kya hoga.. khali kar wapas aur naya thaili bhar. (fill a new bag.)

(Man forcing the boy, literally snatching and emptying the chutney, and throwing that plastic on the street.)

Child: (filling the entire bag with chutney, expression of all happiness withdrawn, but calm) Saab, aur bhi customer hain, hum ko.

(the man looks pissed.. any yells again. Holds the hand of child.)

The Man: Chal, tu chal, ghar pe parcel dene..

(Child having no clue. Speaks to his boss, the one making dosas, in a south-indian language)

The man: (looking at the dosa maker guy) toh tu bada 'pishvi' (plastic bag) nahi dega toh kaise le ke jaega mein.. aur tum log marathi mein bolo.. Bala saheb ko bolna padega.. Kya !

Child: (plastic isn't good for mother earth, they tell us in school. It is banned I hear, yet people keep on asking for it. Why are you obsessed, I could give you a plastic bag, but wait you moron, I have a waiting line to be served. Besides you haven't paid.)
saab yeh lo. (Handing away the parcel) Pachchis rupya hua (Rs.25) 

(Man giving fifty rupees note while he gropes the child,thinking no one can watch.)

Child: (speaking loudly in South-Indian now, irritated) Gudgudi (tickle) hota.. saab. (Pushing the change away in the man's hand. Bloody asshole.)

The Man: Tu pehla ladka hain jisko gudgudi hota hain.. ( a dirty smile and nasty look in his eyes.)

(Child- packing other parcels, The boss dosa maker is raged. )

Boss, dosa maker: (brandishing his hand in the direction of the street) Aap jao..... aur Bala Saheb ... hamare gaon ke hain...

(the man goes away, hollers to stop an auto rickshaw. )


Other customer comes ahead and yells 'Jaldi karo, bey.. nahi toh order cancel kar do'.