The Entertainer

After traveling half way standing, I finally got a seat. There were seats where I could sit in the aisle, fourth on a seat of three, with half my butt floating in air. This is the norm in Bombay local trains when you are traveling second class, but I always prefer a comfortable seat. Bang opposite to me sat a Gujarati family, merrily chatting oblivious to the hot and humid conditions in the compartment. With a pretty girl traditionally dressed, her mother looked at me with apprehensions as I rested my butt on the wooden seat. As I was unintentionally eavesdropping to their conversation, this melodious and captivating voice stole my attention. He sung Chadhta Suraj Dheere Dheere and I realised he must be none other than the guy my father mentioned atleast a few years ago. My father was all praises for this guy and he liked the way he sung that particular song. With my back to him I waited for him to come near me so that I could drop a coin. I do not remember doing that for any entertainer before, but this was a different case. He sung and sung but he never reached me. Finally when my station came and I got up from my seat, I got a chance to see him. Decently dressed and a bearded fellow, this guy was different than most greasy entertainers who you see in Bombay local trains. Playing his home made musical instruments and singing simultaneously, this guy did not ask for a entertainment fee as others do. It was time for me to get down. I got down. I did not drop the two buck coin. Just because I was lazy to walk a few steps. I am still feeling a bit guilty for it. After all, he entertained me and I enjoyed it. Sir, I promise you four bucks next time.

PS : The entertainers in local trains are often branded as beggars. I beg to differ.