An executive of Chamko Paints (hope, Chamko Deepti Naval will not protest or go to court or use the club) in boot-suit, mobile tagged to ears, into a running, chattering morning walk. He has no time. In Mumbai, none has time, none is without a watch ....has no paint brushes and paints. Chamko Paints is working four shifts. Last week, the executive, Hara Bhara Desai, has not seen a bed or a pillow. He with staff are painting trees in shades of green; the badam a bright green, the rain tree a dumb green, a silk cotton tree in shocking red....he talks... does not listen ... with paints and paint brush he climbs trees and shrubs and flowers touching with paints ....... and this year in Borivili there is less work as metro has put down most of the trees .... some remain with socks of green grass .... maybe they wont be there next year.... yet, business is not bad today, maybe Hara Bhara Desai may lose his job next year, the gentleman says to no one, unplugging ears..... me on a walking stick could not keep pace ... Chamko Paints may have to drop paints from their product portfolio... but for today morning, painting is brisk business with the sky getting a taste of toned pink from painters climbing ladders on sky rises. Funner of a morning with ancient DD tunes ... the first song of magpie robin came on air... .... the bird perched on a terrace rod .... followed by a white on the breast, fantail flycatcher pecking a flowering mango tree..... a sunbird on a coconut palm... and the screech of the rose ringed parakeet .... spring painting? am not sure as Mumbai has no spring ... it is ever hot, hotter and hottest .... and then the house sparrows forever with Rama trying to brahminise their tastes ... today, on the window sill the sparrows nibbled, perhaps, for the first time, lemon and coconut rice along with Britannia biscuits.... the sparrows beaked it all, pleaded Rama a second serving ..... no more non veg for you, only veg, Rama told a chirping five sparrows .... wondered whether the birds will lose the tang for worms? At 12.20 p.m. the stainless steel plate is empty.... maybe, to every coming there is a going ... a take on the Bible:... to everything there is a season and a time for every purpose under the heavens .. a time to be born and a time to die ....Krishna and his friends have left the Society for their homes in Nepal ... a new set of brothers has come to police the society ..... and when me gets used to them, will go and one day me will go ..... Krishna me liked, his family of five in a village a day's ride from Nepal... his children at school, wife on the farm when he lands three days hence.... there were no byes, just a going away .....will it be spring in Nepal? Thats the best way to quit....
Wednesday, February 7, 2018
Chamko Paints
An executive of Chamko Paints (hope, Chamko Deepti Naval will not protest or go to court or use the club) in boot-suit, mobile tagged to ears, into a running, chattering morning walk. He has no time. In Mumbai, none has time, none is without a watch ....has no paint brushes and paints. Chamko Paints is working four shifts. Last week, the executive, Hara Bhara Desai, has not seen a bed or a pillow. He with staff are painting trees in shades of green; the badam a bright green, the rain tree a dumb green, a silk cotton tree in shocking red....he talks... does not listen ... with paints and paint brush he climbs trees and shrubs and flowers touching with paints ....... and this year in Borivili there is less work as metro has put down most of the trees .... some remain with socks of green grass .... maybe they wont be there next year.... yet, business is not bad today, maybe Hara Bhara Desai may lose his job next year, the gentleman says to no one, unplugging ears..... me on a walking stick could not keep pace ... Chamko Paints may have to drop paints from their product portfolio... but for today morning, painting is brisk business with the sky getting a taste of toned pink from painters climbing ladders on sky rises. Funner of a morning with ancient DD tunes ... the first song of magpie robin came on air... .... the bird perched on a terrace rod .... followed by a white on the breast, fantail flycatcher pecking a flowering mango tree..... a sunbird on a coconut palm... and the screech of the rose ringed parakeet .... spring painting? am not sure as Mumbai has no spring ... it is ever hot, hotter and hottest .... and then the house sparrows forever with Rama trying to brahminise their tastes ... today, on the window sill the sparrows nibbled, perhaps, for the first time, lemon and coconut rice along with Britannia biscuits.... the sparrows beaked it all, pleaded Rama a second serving ..... no more non veg for you, only veg, Rama told a chirping five sparrows .... wondered whether the birds will lose the tang for worms? At 12.20 p.m. the stainless steel plate is empty.... maybe, to every coming there is a going ... a take on the Bible:... to everything there is a season and a time for every purpose under the heavens .. a time to be born and a time to die ....Krishna and his friends have left the Society for their homes in Nepal ... a new set of brothers has come to police the society ..... and when me gets used to them, will go and one day me will go ..... Krishna me liked, his family of five in a village a day's ride from Nepal... his children at school, wife on the farm when he lands three days hence.... there were no byes, just a going away .....will it be spring in Nepal? Thats the best way to quit....
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