~ Life Vignettes - The future I Want ~

Everyday I create a future I want - the line made me into a thoughtful precedence, the Gentleman in question was at his best wits of humor and his witticism made me dissolve in his charm.

Sitting in his little dwelling and doing "Work of his Dreams", he started to enthuse the influx of customers as he started to throng his makeshift arrangement. The earnest effort made me inquisitive of more deserting questions - with no time to spare as he got busy with every passing second, he started to serve his "Guests" for today - as he calls his Customers.

His working style was not of a usual street vendor and it seems to be ( being neatly attired and articulate in his speech) - this bought me to my usual conversationalist style and it bore fruit - breaking his silence whilst he was "at Work", he started to define his intentions and what he was in real sense.

The talk further got deeper and he put me in awe of his academic achievements - being a qualified Chartered Accountant had made a mark on his resume didn't desisted him to carry a a legacy of his of his father - who had worked tirelessly for 30 long years as a street vendor , selling "Pani Puri's".

For him  " No work on this planet is demeaning and each effort and work you do can take you to a  next level of achievement to be emulated by someone else."

The most intriguing question i asked started with his first comment " Everyday I create a Future I want" , but How I tried to inquired?

For him, he could not have valued more his father's bygone 30+ years of experience which kept the house running and made him achieve what he did!

Street economy for him was a blessing in disguise and he had already made up his plan for his entrepreneurial journey in the very first year of his professional Journey!

The plan was catapulted into doing investments in a corporate style van and carefully picking up spots near offices and corporate houses where it could make a killing.

With passage of time ,quickly my turn came to have "Pani Puri's" from a future honcho - making it a timepiece to remember for coming times!

May all of his ambitions and aspirations converge into success as I desire to meet him again but with in a differential situation that today!

~ Continuity of Life's Melodrama ~

Roaming in park with its perfect ambiance of what one calls as Evening, you catch an eye with a soul who is self absorbed in its own magnitude....

'Avengers' was a theme for this boy who was partial paraplegic. With all his effervescence , he was showcasing his newly found subject of gossip - the theme of the movie and what experiences he had with it.

With his bodily restrictions and a differential moves , he started to gesticulate the story to a passerby who was left perturbed. The situation got worse when the physical movements of the eager storyteller got more flexible, the passerby got flabbergasted for no fault of his - not knowing about the situation of his new unwarranted companion.

Suddenly his excitement reaches a fathom of emotions and he catches up with passerby and clings onto him to tell what he wanted to - A sudden push throws him to the sideline bushes and he falls rock bottom accompanied by great pain.

After the turn of events, the loud noise is heard by the lad's father , who seeing his son in distress comes to the rescue , not knowingly what transpired when he was away.

Observing all this melodrama in quick succession , I had another life recording event - that come whatever, life continues - his grace would let your through. In this case, though the lad was not in his senses but he understood his love for watching his favorite movie - not knowing that for others he is a superstar in his own being and thus running the show of life with all his earnest capabilities God has given him.

~ In a Lifetime ~

~ In a Lifetime ~

It Catapulted me into another being of non-substance , a thinker, a wanderer into realms of multivariate thoughts...

Judging it from the core,it looked like all effervescence  making me  pervasive to a higher being...

What I now get to know is the "IT" being is called "Life" for others. How it unfolds within deep mystery of time and space...

Unfolding mounts of dimensions and unearthing experiences of timeless thoughts...

Today as i sit reminiscing my past into my whole being, how it all started and where it would end, it seems to be an endless search ...deep into the contours of time lived...engraved by destiny...

We all will shade away into history with passing of each second and would cast our shadow for the generations to come, the stamps of time will remain forever for our next generation and we shall be remembered for what we did on this realm...

Life as i live, I abide by his grace, the honour of everyday living and observing the silence of time pass by...never to return ..ensuring a deep stamp of remembrance into our memories to cherish....

~ When Silence Speaks ~

~ When Silence Speaks ~

Life takes it turns and twists and with aplomb teaches us its meanings and true character...

My weekly visits to the famous Saturday flea Mart brings  me to podium whereby I can  well converse with the czars of true marketing....How they sell their produce ? and how they make merry whilst they do so...

I struck a bond with the "Man" with no sound or voice....be it listening or speaking...in other terms complete deaf and dump....  His archaic clothes tells me the visible story of trying to make his ends meet for his own good and his family...

The fragility didn't allowed him to hold back and sit in the dark corners of space...instead he was upright and on top of his gestures to sell his basket of what he  had brought to give himself the gift of earning... that too with honor...

Further "takings' lead me to believe that he was all ecstatic for the customers who thronged his pavement shop he sets up at a particular place in this flea market...

How can a man living in such hostile conditions be happy ...An Oxymoron-ic thought came to my mind, how on earth can a being be happy in poverty...with no backing of living for tomorrow...with meagre means of income and body handicap, he showcases a laughter of a filthy rich man with endless pursuits to power and pelf... The question still begets my mind with no reasonable answer!!!

My only regret was that whilst i was in dire need to know his name..he could not tell me ... He becomes my friend for life..his charisma and "Midas-Touch" of living life with all what one has gets deep routed in my heart...My being changed completely living that moment of humility and thanking the all powerful and wishful subject that we call "Almighty"...

~ The Honour Of Wasting Time...~

In the line of an ATM Queue, I get fragile with impatience of long lasting conversations with two gentlemen , one an Octogenarian and other in his middle age, discussing ‘Something of Importance’ to themselves.

The ‘Hurry’ inside me made me quite unaccustomed to as I had a timeline to match. Thinking to myself as to what these gentlemen might be discussion in all perpetuity, I was about to ask them to please hurry up their chores and thus free the ATM machine to make me do the transaction in quick earnest.

Don’t know what stopped me from doing so, I kept waiting and sulking. On a further look I saw that the ‘Problem’ statement was not the ATM machine but the ‘Card’ which was not being accepted by the machine. The wait thus goes longer and so does the temperature within me.

Suddenly with a thug , they ‘CLAP’ and catch my attention and I get to know that the much sought after transaction has just ‘Gone Through’ and the buzzling sound of the ATM is a sign that cash will just flow now. Seeing these two gentlemen, I reminisce that the two elderly gentlemen must be old friends and today unexpectedly the ATM counter has become a meeting place with a lot of coincidence involved.

After the ATM buzzle, the counting of notes thus begins, the ‘Old-Habit’ never dies as they say, this reminds me of the times when these oldies used to count every single rupee to their satisfaction and then leave the cash counter in any nationalized bank.

Coming back to the situational analysis I was in , the ATM door opens and both the gentlemen come out by supporting and balancing each other with a note of ‘Thanks’ towards providing a helping hand for a ‘Successful’ ATM transaction.

To my surprise both turn out to be ‘Strangers’ and in anonymity met with the coincidence of time. The sight turns tearful for my ego , as earlier thinking this to be a waste of time standing in Queue of an ATM and waiting for the Slow ‘Elderly Gentlemen’ to fasten up their transactions turn out to be lesson for life.

Be whatever, even if time is less, the ‘Helping hand of God’ shall always seek you wherever sought. Thinking of the middle aged man, who was repeatedly explaining the nitty-gritty of an ATM machine and its operational attributes, wearing his Office suit, he must have been getting late but still shows his patient side and sees to it that his elder partner is not left half way through the process of extracting money from the ATM Machine. The way they parted ways by greeting themselves off turns out to be a sight to remember.

If I were to sit and think if I had so much of patience to help in such a situation, I could endow myself with a difficult answer. Generations come and go but the values you have engrained from test of time and your family remains encapsulated in your genre and his would be the ‘KEY’ to your day to day performance in Life.

Lesson learnt, the situational analysis on each and every eyesight can be a learned lesson in your life.

Those ‘Ten Minutes’ of my learning would be along with me for a long time to come and thus keep me of remembrance of the situations one can be and the conduct one needs to endure to have successful and pleasing living.