Three Tales of Three Cities

(Caution:You might find it too cheesy)

Tale 1:Bangalore

This is where the "intelligent" people work !

He came out of the Embassy Golf Link Business Park in Domlur. Paused for a smoke. It was Friday. The day you don't need to dress up in formals in your capitalist companies. He decided to walk, all the way to Koramangala Sony World. He looked around. There were hundreds of them leaving their offices for the weekend. Many of them wearing T-shirts of their fancy colleges. There was a lean young man with high power specs in his IIT-Kanpur T-shirt. Another lady in her IIM-Lucknow attire dropped her cigarette and walked towards her office cab. And as usual there were a couple of BITS-Pilanis around. This is the city where the so-labelled high IQ people work. Sacrifice their days and nights, sweat and brains for capitalists and churn out a handful of money.What do they do with this money? 

He walked towards the legendary Legends of Rock in Koramangala and found a score of them sitting there. He ordered a pitcher of draught beer. He gulped down a few glasses, staring at these branded young people.He filled his fourth glass when a text message flashed in his mobile.

"Zyada mat peena :P" ("Don't drink much")

He kept on staring at the message for a long time. He couldn't recall the last time when someone had asked him to curb his drinking habits. He searched for the picture of the sender. A cute, little face. He couldn't drink any longer. He knew she doesn't exist in his world. It was just a digital electronic message in this silicon city. But he decided to obey.

He didn't realize it was cupid striking.

Tale 2: New Delhi

This is where the "powerful" people work !

He was walking downwards the Raisina Hills. On the straight road that led to the India Gate. He looked around. There were the majestic buildings. Built in the regal British style. The Ministry of Finance, the Ministry of Home Affairs and what not ! Not very far away, there was the Parliament House where the so-labelled powerful people decide the fate of the nation. On the other side, there was Pranab Babu's home. The Rashtrapati Bhawan.

He glanced to his right. She was walking with him. In her own graceful manner. Dressed in her loving red kurta and giving smiles to him. They stopped a few yards away from the Central Secretariat metro station. Sat down at a  pedestal. The lake in front of the President's palace right behind them.

He looked at her and gently said, "Can I kiss you?"

She was taken aback, "There are so many people around"

He replied back, "So what ! We will always remember that we kissed right in front of Pranab Babu's palace."

The next moment he implanted a deep kiss on her lips. For a few seconds, he was in another world. A heavenly world. The next moment he opened his eyes. She was not there. Whatever comes must also go away one day. He was left alone, gazing at the wide roads and the colorful crowd at the India Gate.

He didn't realize it was cupid striking.

Tale 3: Mumbai

This is where the "rich" people work !

He started walking from the Charni Road station all along the Marine Drive. It was night. And this is another India. Far away he could see Ambani's giant Antilla. This is the kingdom where the so-labelled rich people live. Tata, Birla, Ambani, Bachchan, Khan, Tendulkar ! You name them and you will realize this is their Paradise. He was heading towards the Nariman Point. There were a few royal chariots. Chariots that charged in dollars. So that the foreign tourists could boast of a ride in a horse-driven chariot in this land of snake-charmers and magicians.

He looked at her. He always wanted to take her out for a royal ride in a white horse. He paid two grands to the charioteer and got into the chariot. She was smiling at him. He got into the chariot and held his hand out for her. For a moment he could feel her soft hands. Touching his hand. And then there was no one. He was all alone in the white-horse driven chariots that took enthusiastic foreign tourists for an extravagant ride from the Marine Drive to the Gateway of India. She had vanished into the thin air. Far away in the Arabian Sea, a small boat was struggling against the mighty waves.

He didn't realize it was cupid striking.