There are some times when you feel low, and there are times when you feel nothing except low. This was one such day, I think it was Independence Day. You know you are in depression when the only thing you are doing and want to do is fb. And then someone pings you, and you suddenly have an urge to rise, and you think doing something weird is the only possible way to get you out of this state of complacency, and so you say to her, lets do something awesome. and she says, lets get to a Red Light area, and you say, ''yeah, sure, why not.''. You pick up your DSLR, imagining that there is an awesome soundtrack playing around you, with artificial lighting all around, and you rise and shine.
Then, after sometime, when you are on the way, you realise, maybe, that is not such a good idea, maybe you are just getting psychic and not psyched. But, you have already determined that you are going to do it. Now, you Google up the location, and set out in the auto, having all possible thoughts, what is going to happen, what you are going to see, what you are going to say, what possible excuses you would be giving to someone who gets hold of you.
You are excited, you smile, you laugh, you tremble, and just feel so excited just at the thought of pronouncing the word - 'RED LIGHT AREA' urf 'RANDIKHANA'. Somewhow, you reach there, guessing the roads, guessing the routes, and you know you have ended up there, when you can spot people with make up that exceeds their needs. You and your friend, feel, odd and purposeful, (you imagine that you are photojournalist, or a hobo on a journey to experience something enlightning).
You imagine to find something controversial, you hope to find something controversial. But all you do find are aging men, either selling themselves to someone or letting others sell themselves for them. You find kids, so many of them, and so narrow housing, with just one room each, burst pipelines, chote chote panwallahs, chicken hanging, and beer shops. You are amazed to find that people there do waive flags at their homes, and the children have no option but to play along with others, when their mothers and aunts and grandmothers are busy earning to feed them and their bound fathers and grandfathers drive autos, trucks or sometimes just sit and smoke.
Do you feel Happy ? Sad? Amazed? Suprised? To be honest, you feel nothing. The only moment you did feel something was when the panwaklah asked with the DSLR asked you 'Is that a Camera' ?
You: Yes..
Panwallah : Is it ON ??
You: No..
Panwallah: Then its ok.. keep it inside..
and you obey him..
And you say to yourself, what the hell people may think .. a single girl in such an area, standing alone.. makes sense.... a single man in such an area, standing alone... makes sense.. but what what the hell are these two doing here together.. ??
and you return, with a feeling of doing something, that may not be something you will be telling your parents or your job interviewer, but will proudly boast of to your friends and peers.. because its unique, and one of a kind experience ..to be had with one of a kind friend ..
