Maha's musings

 "Hello, sir", he approached reluctantly.  "Hi..", said us in unison knowing what exactly was about to happen! Yes. It was not the first time for us to be stopped by a random person, dressed in proper formal attire with a hand full of multiple credit cards.  "Sir, I am ..so and so.. from XYZ Bank", he went on with a scintillating smile.  Of course it was a call to action from a credit card sales person. It was not a rare sight though, this time it turned out to be a painful encounter. He asked my husband if he could get a card. My husband, being a person with a purse teeming with cards, declined his request politely.  The conversation was a lengthy one.  "Sir, there are numerous offers available for this card." said the sales person with proofs to support his claim. My husband, despite unwilling to buy the card stood there puzzled and I, rooted. After a couple of minutes, finally we walked away with an apologetic smile. The man although was not h...

Public transport can teach us the best of life's lessons. Every passenger learns something or other. I am not an exception for that. Today my mom and I were commuting back home from temple on a government bus. Boarding the bus itself was a herculean task let alone having a seat. But somehow my mom deviced a brilliant plan and thanks to that we both could travel hastle free, sitting in a two-seater— I, near the window and mom, next to me.  When the overcrowded bus scuttled past heavily,  there came an old woman in her late 60s, moving towards our seat. The bus was jam-packed. The heat and sultry combined with wafting odour was unbearable. Amidst those jostling people of various sizes, the old woman looked so miserable. When I was busy sympathising with her, my mom stood up and let her be seated. She was so gentle but felt awkward to sit in someone else's place (on charity). She looked sideways at me as if I would be offended as she let my mom stand. "I'll get down in th...