The Breakfast

29/03/2010
Morning 8 am

It’s a very hot morning; nowadays the temperature is already 38 degrees in this early phase of summer. I went to take a small snap of morning walk today (which is probably out of my normal life). I end up at a near restaurant. The area was filled with school kids, smell of tea, different edible things and the smoke and carbon monoxide mixed with CO2, and all kinds of those poisonous elements.
On the last table there was a bunch of 60 year old gentlemen sitting with news paper, two cups of tea, one glass of fresh lime juice and one glass of milk. There was a fifth chair which was booked and adjusted in a space of four. I took my plate of Sambar wada and sat behind there place, keeping me face towards there table.
One old lad was wearing a turban and a silk kurta, next to him was a person with big mustache and a grey track suit, next to him was an uncle having a simple t-shirt and a pant with thick glasses on eyes. I can’t figure out the fourth gentleman. Apart from the man with white turban, no one else able to keep there hair on there head. It shined very gently.
The scene was so routines that every one was aware of what is next to come. With every sip of tea, a news was read, how Harbhajan Singh played last night in IPL match, what’s the magic of Shane Warne in the Cricket field, why India is still poor in education, why the newspaper companies give so much pages in Sunday times, why are natural treasures are not valued so much etc etc etc…
Probably all those talking stuffs were not very different from the news in paper, still when they were chatting, it was more of a topic of discussion, not a matter of lines. Then came the owner of the fifth seat; the man in black t-shirt said- “you are always late, are still so lazy at the age of sixty.”
Everyone in that old table laughed on the comment, and ordered one plate of dhokla with green chatni. The order came in next five minutes. It looked like that; the old bones still have that energy level. They sat there for next 15 minutes and took a walk towards there next destination, may be preparation for the next day morningwalk. I don’t know who were they, they were just five old men sitting on the next table to mine, they might me friends to each other for few months or may be decades, but the time they had every morning is the thing that never let them sleep for ever.
This last phase of there life may be the best they can get, with those friends, with whome they share an hour every morning, chatting, eating, laughing, and waiting for the last one to come…
“No one is immortal…but spending time with friends makes this life full of lovely things for which we can get out of our bed every day…”
I wish everyone to have that flavor of early morning tea with there friends…and coffee or milk or juice or lemonade or water or anything for those who don’t like tea!