Auto Rickshaw

The usual. I was passing by the school after my usual run in the morning and tea at the same place where I have been having it every day since the past few weeks. It was a beautiful morning with clear sunshine and with a mild breeze blowing from the west. The road was full of children rushing to school. All the small things and details were being said by facial expressions. To look closely, I decided to sit there for a while.

Some were crawling their way to school with their new age trolley bags. It felt as if each of them was asking, "Why are we doing this?" Strange! How these feelings come right in the beginning.

Then there were some so happy as if it was a festival. Such bright, shining faces as if they dint care whatever happened. They had to go into that building and have fun, enjoy with folks around.

Kids who were small walked inside the gate looking back at their parents. Some had a small tear trickling down their pretty eyes. Their parents kept waving till the point they could see their kids and then rushed back.

When I was in school there was a clear line between kids who came by auto rickshaw and the other kids. The auto rickshaw kids were the ones who were rowdy and fighting all the time. Hence, they were stronger than other kids. They were like warriors. I saw that it was something that still hadn't change like the trolley bags and what not. I used to dream of going to school by an auto rickshaw to get into their league. Sadly it never happened. Here in this school, I saw two kids come out of their space ship [auto rickshaw] and start hitting each other with their water bottles. All of my childhood memories got refreshed. Then there was a moment of silence. Tough looks were exchanged as they marched in while trying to clean their unpolished shoes. My earlier sweet facial expression thought was now down the drain.

On my way back, I could not keep my mind off my childhood memories. There were similar kids around and with the same sort of things happening. But I never seemed to notice all those people around may be because I was one of them. Its only when you have gone past something is when you notice how beautiful it was.

Stop by a school sometime, you will know how it feels!

Do you want to?

Hi,

This post is something that I wanted to write about since long but could never come up with the right set of words and expressions.
My mom told me once, in fact she still tells me the following:
"Son, You control your life till the point you want to. Don't lose control"

For a few days I thought about it and I made a list of things that were/are controlling my life. I am sure a lot of us share the same feelings. Every individual experiences a lot of controlling forces.

I have ranked a few of them in order of their magnitude.

1. Ego - Doing things because You just want to do them, there is no logical reason or benefit associated.

2. Money - Need, I say about this?

3. Family - People who feel related to their families can feel this. I am obviously excluding the "cool" metropolitan youth here.

4. Social Stigma - God, this is the most lame force. But people let their lives controlled by thinking about lame questions like "What will Mr. X and his second cousin's aunt think of me if they see me doing things like this?"

5. Love - Enough evidence can be found in "Emotional Atyachaar" on Channel V.



Try to gain control of these forces. Again .. only if you want to.


Think less, do more ... but think before doing.

To My Valentine

Pappu's fate after passing

Hi

This post is about questions which I have recently come across and something that my inner self keeps fighting with.

I am sure your father must have asked you or if not yet get ready for these:

Dad:"Kya karne waale ho!? Kya karoge? What will you do in life?"
Son/Daughter: ":-/ uhh. I know things I don't want to do, Dad logon ko aur kuch kaam nahi hai!"

According to me there are five categories of people -

1. Who REALLY know the answer --- These people pursue anything for the love of it and don't care about what the world thinks. To explain the beauty of these people in words is difficult.

2. Who pretend to know the answer --- Popularly known as the "gurus" in college. You can find them teaching juniors about what to do and what not to do when they themselves might not know what do in life.

3. Who don't know the answer but are curious --- These are people who are found talking "Kya karna hai guru, life mein? Kuch karte hain chalo ... !@#@@# college".

4. Who don't know the answers and don't care either --- I love these people.

5. Those who don't know which of the above four categories they belong to.

Have you thought about this? I am sure you have!!

Mr. Devil

It was still there. Even after saying the final good bye and even after cutting all strands which could lead me there, it was still there. Like the clamor of traffic on a busy signal, like the crescendo of a Himesh Reshammiya song, it was honking in my ears. Like the dazzling truck lights in the night, like the sun rays coming from a crevice in the window pane on a lazy morning, it was blinding me. Just when I had thought that it was over, it had the greatest intensity. I thought it would go after a few flashes but it never did.

A.R. Rahman had once said in an interview, "When you come in this world, you come with absolutely nothing but when you leave, you have a name, Make sure it is not just a WORD". I was doing exactly the same thing, I was trying hard so that it is not just a WORD. But everything that I did seemed worthless and my mind went digressing towards the devil sitting in the corner. It wont say a word but I knew it would make me feel its presence every now and then. Not thinking about it helped for sometime. It would come back every now and then and I would find myself completely helpless.

Is there no way to fight this, was there a way to negotiate? I believed there was but could not ever find it. There is a saying, "If you listen to your heart, nothing goes wrong.". It is crap. Don't ever to listen to it, your heart has absolutely no reason to make those firm assertions that it does, and if one is following what it says, God save him. But I tried it, when nothing worked against the devil, I did listen to the idiot. And as was expected, this dint work either.

I made plans to strangle the devil to death every morning and ended up laughing at my own plans. What a fool I had made of myself. By teachings from all the stupid romantic movies that I watched in all these years I came to the conclusion that devils like the one I had come across never die. Now I know 'it was crap too'. They do die if you nourish them, give them what they want.

Now the morning sunlight from the fissure comes like a blessing. :)