Traffic Hawaldaar and the Coconut

As usual, our majestic office bus was soaring through the morning rush hour traffic. His Highness (the driver of course), not debasing his royal strata by acknowledging the other pesky motorists on the road. The blaring telengana numbers (His Highness’s favourite), generally scared the other irritants on the road away from our bus, parting a smooth path for the royal entourage to pass. The only deaf posts which were unresponsive to this torture treatment were the traffic lights! Alas, we had to stop at each and every one of them.
As usual, trying to switch myself off from the bus, I was staring outside the window at one very busy traffic junction while we were crossing it and what do I see? A coconut! It was lying right in the middle of the road and the acrobat motorists were performing amazing stunts to avoid the same. Just then, the poor Traffic Hawaldaar took pity and braved the moving rush hour traffic. Ducking and diving he picked up the coconut, but sadly, he landed right bang in the path of royalty!
His highness, obviously blind to any other presence on the road, refused to let anything come in his green signal’s way. He was speeding towards the poor hawaldaar, who had now started to rethink if it was worth being shaheed over a 5 rupees coconut, which he could have got for free from the vendor. We all in the bus got tensed, thinking about what we would tell the police when they interrogated us about the accidental killing of the constable. Just as we were about to plow down the poor soul, His Highness applied the brakes, stopping inches away from the intended victim.
The constable was in such a daze that all he could do was move out of the bus’s way, show his hand to the driver and ask “what!!”. And what does Royalty do...? Instead of bowing before the authority of the constable’s uniform and apologizing to him.... he screams at his to get lost!! “Po Ra!” and moves on.
After that incident I have complete sympathy for traffic constables who are drinking tea in the nearby stalls than stand in the middle of the road guiding traffic. They are trying to preserve their lives! Give them a break!

The Royal Hair Cut

Yawn...... was sitting in the office bus, waiting for the signal to turn green from red at the Hi-Tech city junction. The one hour long journey from office to home every day is tedious and boring, especially with the driver playing blaring Telengana numbers which seems like some campaign songs by a political party! The best thing to do at such times is to switch off from the bus and stare unseeingly outside the window.
Trying to see anything of interest outside the window, I caught sight of this street sign ahead on the pavement.... “Royal Hair Cut”. I could not see the saloon as a compound wall was blocking my view. But the name caught my attention and I was intrigued .... what would the “Roayl Hair Cut” saloon look like? It was located on one of the busiest cross roads of the city, in the middle of the most posh skyscrapers! In the time it took for the signal to change green, my imagination started running wild... I imagined a modern, sleek, granite covered, AC saloon which catered to the demands of the high flying executives of the silicon valley of India!!! The bus started moving ahead and I was waiting to see the place over the compound wall, most expectant ... and I see....
A Jhabba! It is a shack! Has a thatched roof and is supported by four bamboo sticks in four corners! It showcases one wooden chair, table and one mirror, lit by a single bulb! Wow talk about high aspirations! “The Royal Hair Cut”! I wonder how royal does the customer feel!