The rickshaw bell tinkled and the 'rickshaw-wala' cried out in his boorish tone 'eh side e side e'. It distracted me from my on-the-way mobile music tracks that am habitually engrossed in and made me stare out. My eyes caught sight of a haggard build on the roadside strolling away with an insubstantial murmur. As the rickshaw passed by I couldn't avoid a glance at his old rugged face which had a stroke of warmth on it as he leered at the steaming small container of tea in his frail hands. The glow on his face was asserting his delight on being able to grab some hot tea from one of the local chai-wala. I smiled on my own in awe as well as pleasure as I headed towards the bus stand with the thought that a small container of tea still has the ability to do such wonders when today's scenario of so called socio-economical progress and technological advancement has made wi-fi one of the basic need of mankind.
As we common inhabitants really cant do anything to change any situation except only staring at them blankly or move ahead by giving the whole event some sympathetic thought, my mind also got filled up with the thought of the commotion that I need to face on the way to my office with a stung of irritation as my eyes caught the sight of my wrist watch, making me realize that another day am late for my workplace. However the human sub-conscious mind always finds room for thoughts which our conscious minds prioritize.
The following morning asserted the said rationale as off guardedly my eyes started looking for the same rugged figure that I noted the previous day. This time too my eyes caught sight of him but was deprived of a pleasant smile, given to the site I perceived. His dirt spattered white long hairs were covered with a junked away partially distorted helmet and he was asleep with a quiet serenity on his face. The subtle glow and the frame of his visage was endorsing his belonging to a decent household - then what was it that made the streets to be his abode. The question reflected in me as the rickshaw passed him. May be his old age or his insanity has made his own people abandon him, as I guessed. Instantaneously it also made me feel the significance of each and everybody's presence in my life - my family, my friends, my colleagues, my well wishers and all others. Many a times we complain about our life being monotonous or desolated by others - one cold word from mom and we feel that no one in this world loves us or understands us, one small misunderstanding with a friend and we conclude that everyone around us are conformists............
Have we ever realized the fact that we at least have people around us to argue or fight with? Have we ever imagined a place bustled with hordes of people but no one even bothering to have a single glance at the solitary figure sitting somewhere among them? Doesn't that thought even no less than an ordeal? Yes, it is.
In the rush of our speedy lives of 21st century we are on the verge of losing our sensitivity and are sensing ourselves to be successful in becoming a robotic being.
But I think it'll just cost us a minute to give it a thought and feel the actual essence of our living - our parents, friends, home places and all our nears and dear ones - to live through them and most essentially for them.
As we common inhabitants really cant do anything to change any situation except only staring at them blankly or move ahead by giving the whole event some sympathetic thought, my mind also got filled up with the thought of the commotion that I need to face on the way to my office with a stung of irritation as my eyes caught the sight of my wrist watch, making me realize that another day am late for my workplace. However the human sub-conscious mind always finds room for thoughts which our conscious minds prioritize.
The following morning asserted the said rationale as off guardedly my eyes started looking for the same rugged figure that I noted the previous day. This time too my eyes caught sight of him but was deprived of a pleasant smile, given to the site I perceived. His dirt spattered white long hairs were covered with a junked away partially distorted helmet and he was asleep with a quiet serenity on his face. The subtle glow and the frame of his visage was endorsing his belonging to a decent household - then what was it that made the streets to be his abode. The question reflected in me as the rickshaw passed him. May be his old age or his insanity has made his own people abandon him, as I guessed. Instantaneously it also made me feel the significance of each and everybody's presence in my life - my family, my friends, my colleagues, my well wishers and all others. Many a times we complain about our life being monotonous or desolated by others - one cold word from mom and we feel that no one in this world loves us or understands us, one small misunderstanding with a friend and we conclude that everyone around us are conformists............
Have we ever realized the fact that we at least have people around us to argue or fight with? Have we ever imagined a place bustled with hordes of people but no one even bothering to have a single glance at the solitary figure sitting somewhere among them? Doesn't that thought even no less than an ordeal? Yes, it is.
In the rush of our speedy lives of 21st century we are on the verge of losing our sensitivity and are sensing ourselves to be successful in becoming a robotic being.
But I think it'll just cost us a minute to give it a thought and feel the actual essence of our living - our parents, friends, home places and all our nears and dear ones - to live through them and most essentially for them.
