Friday Prayers!

I am getting my old car the 118 NE restored... Its been in the garage for two years due to COVID disruptions and unavailability of parts. Like I now know more about a carburetor than even the mechanics. Even how Indian companies tried to cheat the Japanese, their court battles and s

ettlement. Also a group for 118 NE on facebook helps with the spares. Like I managed to get two rear door glasses from Jalandhar in Punjab, from a 118 NE graveyard. It was like organ donation from a sister or brother. Even the slightly green tints matched. Modi and Gadkari want to crush old cars with their bulldozers. They do not understand car 💏 or love. The garage is located in a mazhar so everyday I hear their prayers and see the faithful bow to the almighty. The Friday prayers are most important and as I sat in the heat I heard the maulvi talk against those who hoard gold and silver. He spoke of zakat and charity... how if you build one mosque here you will get a beautiful house in jannat. Inside the mazhar a Sufi saint lies buried. And next door is the Patna High Court. The Ram Naumi is over and the sword wielding Hindus have spared Patna from violence. In fact they even lowered the bhajan volumes at times of the Muslim Azan. But Gujarat and Madhya Pradesh were not so lucky. A Hindu shopkeeper in Patna seemed visibly angry at the sword wielding Hindus. This can never be right, he told me. Even I have Ram in my heart. But how can I bare my chest to show him to you ? My car mechanic is an old timer, his hair whiter than the whitest Amby. But he claims he is actually not so old. In fact my hair should have been black. So what happened? I was in this saloon and I closed my eyes to get my hair dyed. When I woke up there was this burning sensation. And instead of black, my hair turned full white. As he paints my car, I am hoping the car remains white. In India anything can happen...