Life this , Life that. Isn’t this the feeling that you are the one whoce had to be someone, something or somewhere and are now , wherever you are, wrongly stuck. Or is it just a feeling in the gut that the day isn’t what you thought it to be.
This is not an uncommon feeling though coming out of the tragedies of life or just a simple fact that one won’t stop expecting or desiring. But still hold on, look on and keep everything at hand.
Not knowing what will and what would be, one is moving towards goal, towards failure.
Achievement did it all, once my father told me. A mans achievement leads others to desire, to follow and then it is also a known fact that everyone’s fate isn’t the same, nor it can be duplicated. Then it is that happens that a bundle moving in one same direction is definitely lead to choke that what could have been.
Expectations are such things that push a person to such a different level. Then there will be annoyance when ones expectations are broke. So why is it that one do not stop expecting? Is it that one cant help loving that expectations develop automatically. Or is it that one is too selfish for himself that it cant help expecting. In both case they broke and it is hurt.
Then there is also a fact that without suffering a pain one isn’t to cherish the smile. Like Gautama Buddha had a realization, the one above all living or dead.
For it is not a question of what is and what was, Life is a current flow and one need to go with flow. Don’t be hasty in taking pain for it could bring a joy along.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
Chronicles of a Rainy Day(08.08.08)
I cant actually imagine whether it was weather or the 08.08.08 syndrome,but something was lousy in that day.
I step out of house and take a Tempu (which are so usual at this part of the world), for my office. At the point of actually gettin off the place which I usually tread (and this very day, leaking since 3:00am) I came to know that my wallet is back at home and I so far away.
I cann't do anything but feel a sense of being pathetic and full of shame (which I know will take ages for me to keep off my mind). The Tempowala couldn't but sympahise with my position and I was left there wondering 'How the Hell could this Happen?' or 'What to do Next?'.
The option's were less and further proceeding to my destination which actually takes INR 20/- every day, now should be done via INR 0/-.I had the option of returning back to my nest in Ghaziabad, 4 km from where I now stand, and a long walk, and a splendid lecture on how careless I am.
I thought of proceeding further, avoiding the lectures and ready to take the pity of the next Tempuwala as well.With umbrella in one hand and a bag on shoulder (whose occupants are my Dairy & the Umbrella to face these Rainy Days), I proceeded.
The Tempu's heading towards my Office in Noida are few (Oligopoly, so charge is INR 10/-), and I being now a regular traveller came to have an aquaintance with the few.
I was first hessitant to sit inside, so I called the guy aside ,feeling more guilty, as if asking for drugs or something, and told him my pocket.
These guys, I dont know out of humane courtesy or proffessionalism, are always ready to help for customers sake.So he just gave me a free ride to Noida and also lended me INR 5/- for my further travel to office in Sector 60,Noida.
So on this rainy day inspite of an umbrella I draining wet finally reach office with all my honours drained out and I wet with shame . I felt raped out , and that everybody knew what had happened to me.
What else I lost my umbrella on my return back home.
I step out of house and take a Tempu (which are so usual at this part of the world), for my office. At the point of actually gettin off the place which I usually tread (and this very day, leaking since 3:00am) I came to know that my wallet is back at home and I so far away.
I cann't do anything but feel a sense of being pathetic and full of shame (which I know will take ages for me to keep off my mind). The Tempowala couldn't but sympahise with my position and I was left there wondering 'How the Hell could this Happen?' or 'What to do Next?'.
The option's were less and further proceeding to my destination which actually takes INR 20/- every day, now should be done via INR 0/-.I had the option of returning back to my nest in Ghaziabad, 4 km from where I now stand, and a long walk, and a splendid lecture on how careless I am.
I thought of proceeding further, avoiding the lectures and ready to take the pity of the next Tempuwala as well.With umbrella in one hand and a bag on shoulder (whose occupants are my Dairy & the Umbrella to face these Rainy Days), I proceeded.
The Tempu's heading towards my Office in Noida are few (Oligopoly, so charge is INR 10/-), and I being now a regular traveller came to have an aquaintance with the few.
I was first hessitant to sit inside, so I called the guy aside ,feeling more guilty, as if asking for drugs or something, and told him my pocket.
These guys, I dont know out of humane courtesy or proffessionalism, are always ready to help for customers sake.So he just gave me a free ride to Noida and also lended me INR 5/- for my further travel to office in Sector 60,Noida.
So on this rainy day inspite of an umbrella I draining wet finally reach office with all my honours drained out and I wet with shame . I felt raped out , and that everybody knew what had happened to me.
What else I lost my umbrella on my return back home.
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