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I havent really asked anyone before I clicked their pictures.. ever.. period.. but suddenly out of no where I had this feeling that I should ask..alleast strangers on the road or in weird places that i pick my pictures from.

So it goes like this...Sunday was a good Sunday, especially because I slept off at 9 and had a good 12 hours sleep hoping to wake up as fresh as a fiddle to get back to work on Monday... but like ive seen.. its not always as I plan.. well .. its never as I plan..

I did sleep for 12 hours..but what happens after I wake up was not the plan..I guess you all would have felt this at some point in time..if you sleep too much, you wanna sleep more..and thats exactly how it was..and to facilitate the same I took the day off...fkk yeah I did take Monday off..what better way to avoid Monday Morning Blues..

Now i didnt quite have a plan to spend the day and by the time my friends left for work, i didnt feel like staying back anymore and was thinking if the decision was not the right one. Nonetheless.. I walked out into the streets looking for something to do and some errands to run.. and as usual life was dull till I came across Panditji.. yeah ur looking at him in the pictures..

So this guy was having a good time singing to himself and cleaning up his ride..I found the text somehow catchy.. Pandit Coach..Anus Ka.. literal translation would be Pandit is and Anus Coach.. how cool is that

Well not exactly..but all Hindi speaking people would know he knew someone, chic, lady, daughter, sister or someone whose name was AnusHka and he dangerously missed on the 'H'..more so coz of his dialect.. I was really in for taking a snap of this, but I thought would be weird if I clicked and posted and didnt ask him if I could do it..

So I did.. Here is how the conversation shaped up: (translated to english..i dont know why)

Me: Can I take a picture of you and your rick
Pandit: Why?
Pandit: Are you from the Media? (almost getting ready for the shot, just in case I took an impromptu one)
Me: Im not from the Media.. Im just new to the city (daaiimmm i lied.. and how does being new to the city justify me taking his picture)
Pandit: Should I finish cleaning up my ride or do you wanna take it just like that { now hes tucking his shirt and shit.. so i know hes up for it}
Me: Lets click one and see how it comes through (clicked)
Pandit: This is good
Pandit : Come sit in my rick. I have nothing to do. lets chat
Me: Cool. This is good shit
Me: So now that you are a Pandit, you would have been to the Ram Leela for Dashera
Pandit: Yes I had..
Pandit: Infact I dont know if you already know this, but Ravan was from here
Me: Here as in. Noida or UP
Pandit: Noidaa.. thats where he was from .. there is a small village some 12 Km from Noida and he was there..they have a temple for Ravan apparently there
Me: Whatttt.. (almost had a smile on my face..Decided its time to leave)

So i went home and did some research and Ravan wasnt born in Noida..or Uttar Pradesh.. but so much for the insight and time given to me by Pandit..Coach..

Till then..

For a world where people could be mapped to their birth places like IP addresses

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