~ The Art of Garbage Dumping ~

~ The Art of Garbage Dumping ~

Playfulness can be achieved anywhere and everywhere as it is dependent on your mental state not on how you look or act!
Sitting in my car in Dwarka, I could see a dump of garbage which was probably a collectible spot for everyday pickup. The Garbage dumpers were on their routine job and were busy disposing their collect in small formed pits. suddenly I visioned upon an might be looking at two irregular visitors,who probably were unknown of their being and that both were engrossed in their playful stance. Their biggest toy was the "Rickshaw" which one of them was steering with the other one pushing it hard to move forward. The combined effort had brought them there with their load of collectibles.

Now for them the fun began - they started to dupe the garbage in a playful way. First were the discarded types which they started using as javelin throw- with the thumb voice the tubes used to explode after attaining a trajectory of sorts.This image gave them the laughter of their life's and they started to laugh with their ear to ear smile.

No amount of money on this earth would make you achieve the happiness they had attained whilst they played in the Garbage dump! The second object of toy for the street urchins were the empty cardboard boxes which they started to jump on - the sight of ecstasy one could get while seeing this vision of entertainment was just out of one's being.

We have beautiful parks and grounds with lush green grass to play on but for these two friends it was playing on-the-job with whatever resources they could have attained and fine-tune them for their object of play. One of the life lesson learnt from that 15 minute of stoppage was worth ages - Every second of your life can be made playful , it is not the situation you are in but your mind and how it takes it....both these guys oblivious to the fact that they were being watch made me learn this...Bless them!!!!

~ Theology of Life ~

Everyone at some time in life wonders what happens after death. Throughout history, some of the most thoughtful minds have advocated that life does not end with the death of our body, but continues on via a process known as reincarnation. In the Western world, followers of the Orphic religion in ancient Greece were the first known exponents of reincarnation. They were succeeded by Pythagoras, Socrates, Plato and a host of other philosophers.

The Vedic literature of India advocates that the soul, or Atma, gives life to the body. Life does not arise from a particular combination of material elements as some modern scientists theorize. At the time of death, we leave one body and enter a new one. That is called reincarnation.

The concept is not as alien as it might seem. We can observe that we change from one body to another throughout our lifetime. Our body at birth is completely different from our adult body. Yet throughout these changes, the conscious self remains the same. Similarly, the conscious self remains the same at death and transfers from one body to the next in the cycle of reincarnation.

Our present body is the result of a long series of actions and reactions in previous lives. The law that governs this is known as karma: ~ Every action has a reaction~ Our previous actions have produced our present body, and our current actions will determine our next body.

Only in the human form can we free ourselves from the endless cycle of reincarnation, of birth and death, by re-establishing our eternal, loving relationship with Lord Krishna. As Krishna states in Bhagavad Gita 8.16, “From the highest planet in the material world down to the lowest, all are places of misery wherein repeated birth and death take place. But one attains to My abode.. never takes birth again.”

~ Everyday Soul ~

In today's corporate jamboree one gets entangled with multitudes of shades, be it mirage of never ending targets or unattainable benchmarks of your bosses and peers!

Could there be someone whom you can rely on and talk on a different platitude knowingly fully well that he/she wont be taking advantage of the openness you bestow with good faith and honour? Can there be a friend you make in today's flinching competitiveness and erosion of morals and values to achieve the non achievable! you have to be truly honest to your own self whilst you dig into deep thoughts and figure out a genuine answer, though most of us would speak a politically correct answer would be the old school of thought. ..

There are souls you will find besides you who are good guides and are genuine in their introspection about you - they are observant about you - heart and soul, they know what could be the best for your living and existence....luckily we all have a few ~ for us they are above pride and prejudice with a common ground of your betterment.

It is you and only yourself who has to tread a different path whilst you try to recognize them amongst many who you generally meet everyday but cannot see with your inner self. With lots of discussions on varied topics, your "Everyday Man" - a soother is amongst you - try to find him and befriend him, for he is the God's angel amongst many who has been around you knowingly and unknowingly trying to make you happy and rebound with every fall... Surprise him with the gratitude that he never felt could be given to him & see for yourself the natural bond you make with your "Everyday Soul" - Start your search and feel the difference ...!!!

~ Man on a Slider ~

Passing through the busy road in Rajouri Garden - a naive West-Delhi Colony, I always am lookout for "My Man on the slider". It is in my personal interest that my prawning eyes are looking out for a distant meeting with him. His eclectic glance to myself brings me cheer and a ray of hope towards a futuristic life we all want to live. A hope, an expression of positivity i may call him, he is always effervescence in his gesture towards all and sundry. Always smiling and ready to break the verbal chord with any stranger who approaches him with a sense of magnanimity and respect. His condition would make you think and compare him to a roadside mendicant who has had a lost opportunity in life or life has been extra harsh on him. 

With no one beside his side night and day (doesn't love to talk about his family or where they are), he works upon his own self during the day – washing dishes or other daily wage work he lays his hand on road-side eateries Whilst you start to communicate with him, you will get to know that far beneath his dilapidated style of life, lives a far more enriched man with prudent life lessons learnt the harsh way. His only "Great" wish with the lord was if at all he had workable legs and he could have walked on earth - Early in childhood, he was diagnosed with polio and hence could not every walk straight on his own feet.

Further spending time with him made me believe on faith life has on our ability to challenge its discourses. His self-esteem and firm belief in living each day as it comes gives me teaching of life and how we should live it. Give him alms and he would take it sometimes with respect or at times shun them, depending upon his mood. For him talking to people, creating a repository of memory of those talks is much more important than accumulating alms and storing them in a secret roadside burrow!

What is the best take-away i get from him whenever I encounter him on my trips through his favorite road - "Bhaiya I have no qualms about living the way I am , the best I have got is my mental ability to be positive and live life with all my infirmities"... When my time comes to depart, I should be the happiest person vanishing from this time bound existence but not before touching the life of many who have lost all hope about the future of this amazing journey!"

Alas, here I find a man on his sliding wooden plank - all that he can say is his "Asset of a lifetime" and still living with brimming joy and hope about life - Kudos to this man of honor and dignity...!!!

What the Class Reunion taught me...!!!

What the Class Reunion taught me...

The Back-bencher became a famous doctor in a New York Hospital
The Studios sort became a homemaker.
The Sporty type became a fabulous painter
The Nerd doned the hat of a club level cricketer...
A Science student eventually became a Chartered Accountant.
An Arts student was a VP in a big IT house...
A Commerce student was a top Fashionista...
The Big-Bunker of the class was a top level businessman of the city...


That's Life,!!! With all its conundrums, it bestows its challenges and goodies in an appropriate fashion, it is us who don't condition ourselves to the spectacle of time.
No one would know what you are treading for...your journey is unique to your own self, give life a chance to populate its true nature. As the empirical of time unlocks, you will see the trails it leaves behind with a sense of thoughtfulness!!!

~ Kanwar Uncle - A Pedagogy of Life ~

His long lasting presence around our vicinity did not had a visible effect on me until I realized his feeble walk around our home.

As our conversation broke, we started to confide in our talks about life and its living. I could well decipher that Kanwar uncle (As we know him) had live a life well enriched in its all possibilities. Be it ups and downs, he has been a constant worker all around his life as we have seen him. Living a retired life since two decades, he has been generally hale and hearty with all his domestic commitments post his retirement.

Uncle " What do you think of life as you have lived and what has been your deepest regret out of it?" was my quick question as I met him in our neighborhood park. His thought able reply was " I have no regrets from the Almighty!, he has been so kind to me in his bestowing of all his goodies. All through my life, I have had praises of him and thank him for giving me this opportunity to live an able bodied person at this fag end of my life!". These words expounded a ray of ultimate home and ecstasy in my thinking about what we would be life when we hit upon his age - though considering the kind of life we are leading now a days, It would be quite easy to comprehend if we will ever be able to hit upon this age!

As the conversation further develops he gives his mark of advice " Khush reha karo -  sab achcha hoega, Eh Life teh istraan hi chalegi, kadi upar teh kaddi neeche!" I took this adage of prudence to my subconscious mind and thank him for sharing his thought provoking gesture. I have always believed to talk to elders with all of magnanimity and humbleness as they are the living gods who have lived life with all of their vital experiences and conjectures - the ups and downs of life must have been grilling and how they have defied everything during their journey and still have maintained the positivity of it.

Considering extreme steps nowadays which highly aspirational people take, living with gratitude and thankfulness is all it takes to live life in all its melody.

Many of us have such living personalities around us who are filled till the brim of knowledge and enriching experiences of life, we tend to ignore them of their ways and thinking dispositions, we dont like talking to them and afford to spend our precious time with them. But as time seepage's , you will find yourself sitting on the same melodrama of life waiting for someone to talk to them and spend un-forgetful moments with them.

Thanks Kanwar uncle, today as I write this i see you go pass my home and truly revere your thoughts whilst I start living life in a different perspective.

~ Man with the Silence of Body ~~

The man had an eloquent silence besides his persona. He was travelling with sense of stagnation of body and mind and with a scene not many of us like to be in, not at this time of our life.

As of now, whilst I drive towards my unending destination , the hearse van makes its way towards the cemetery for his final rites, I just reminisce the life the “Unknown Man” must have lived and leaves behind a voluminous part of his thoughts and experiences he had shared with his loving family.

His family members had done the religious chores of what were expected out of them. As he laid in his own world of silence and tranquility, all sorts of people who were looking towards him held him in high esteem. With round of praises as he was raised over a ground to be set to flames, the thought provoking moment was all set for us to reminisce his past!

The man was none other than a body on the pyre to be consigned to the finality of life. The “Agni” tatva which will vanish his body away and only the bones would be the resultant !
With thoughts living besides what all would be left, the final journey as Bhagwat Gita entails would be taken alone, no family, no friends and acquaintances, the hard but true fact of life would come in everyone’s lifetime. As time would have it, the anonymity of the “Man” was no cause of concern to everyone who saw him go in the hearse van, the folding of  hands lead them believe in the presence of harsh truth one has to face , now it is not the moment for the alive, but one day it would certainly be!

The pyre is the last and final wish from the physical world one can have whilst he is alive, what happens next is all talk of various religions and faith. Though the belief in the fact that the Man would again be brought back to life, though in different world and physical form cannot be simply rejected.

The magnanimity of life is all it is – live at the moment of joy and thankfulness , be so, as time is the beauty which shall slip your life away one day and the next folding hands would be for you in all praise of what you did the whole of it!

~ A watchful Eye~

Sitting at a composure, the anonymity of his eyes was befalling the spectacle of the ordinary world as he saw. He was as maimed in his stance as one has fulfilled his worldly life and is now ready to depart. His sole backrest was a metro pillar and his cushion was a gifted pillow. He qualified to be a mendicant but he was not! When inquired about his worldly name and title, he juxtaposed the two and replied "Ravi" and he was once a small time road peddler. Now that he is of no use to the society - as per his evaluation of himself, he chose to time-pass the last legacy of his life. A thoughtful prudence led us to believe that he was a an educated lot which made him stand alone from rest of the types in his vicinity. The cruel justice of time made him the man he was today. Having a wife and two kids was all he showered his love on, but an unfortunate event stole it all away.

He still believes in the tapestry of destiny as he himself has been been a prime witness to the same. Observing the rush hour without a blink of eyes, he judges the drama of life and the running around on the roads. His last call at humanity makes us believe the wisdom he has acquired whilst he led a depthful life. "Everything is prematurely destined, you are all puppets of circumstances and events of time, let the time unfold its character, you shall have to wait and see what happens to you!" Alas, the man with such wisdom is negated by society as materialism is what is weighted in a man's character.

For me, he is a living persona of life lived with judgement and prudence of thoughts and actions. 

Sanjay ~ A confluence of education and failure of it...

I see him in the morning , drenched in his thoughts about his life and what he has made out of it or may be what the society or system has given him.

Getting up at 5 a.m the zeal takes him to work - of a garbage collector of our block and the duty which is of utmost urgency and the need of the hour for everyone in our vicinity.

Nobody gives him a patient hearing and he treads in his thoughts home after home and arranges his collection in pristine beauty. He becomes the most sought after man in the morning in equivalence to our newspaper vendor and our housemaid. A general chit-chat educates me more about his situation and the need of him doing his job, which he does with alacrity. "No job is menial" is his motto and it is only the respect of time which makes or breaks a man" is his true ideal motto of life.He takes his responsibility with aplomb and with a dignified way. Getting free only by mid afternoon, the luncheon is a pair of snacks which he has earned from his monthly salary - a majority of it is shipped back home to support a family. Evenings are loitered around in search of better possibilities and reading a light novel.

As I break ice with him on his background i got to know that he is an arts graduate from a remote town in Bihar and aspired to be a IAS, but as destiny had its way, his personal responsibilities took him to lead a life which he never thought of!

He has no complaints from life and GOD and always is in thankful mode , for he knows that there could have been worst and that he is seen it. The only askance from him towards me is to help him find another job which he could do to his educational abilities....

Till then, my friend Sanjay is the teacher with me ....for he teaches me the most beautiful subject of everyday living..."Life".....

An Extempore Morning Tea Cuppa..!!!

An Extempore Morning Tea Cuppa..!!!

We call her "Didi", her effervescence is pitching. You venture out with all your zeal to just have a tête-à-tête. The tea she prepares has sweetness of a relationship she carries with you. Not to forget the occasional mouthwatering snacks that she prepares and sells. The aplomb she carries gets dissolved into your disposition. Start a talk with her and her ever smiling face will give you hope of positivity. Life must not have been fair to her, but she keeps it aside for what she went to. Working with that Midas touch with one hand (the other being partially amputated) she carries the majestic aura to the envious of the well earning. A small dilapidated Tea stall does magic to your eternal self, what a start with the day .... Combined with that noble hug energizes you to the core. Bless you with all our thoughts Didi and keep up the flags high with us to emulate specially those odd days in your life! You can have a glimpse of her entrepreneurial succor Infront of Gulf Adiba building, Phase 2,Udyog Vihar, Gurugram.

~ The Uncle he was...~

whilst most of all are existing, there are few who are living this wonderful life and obeying what has been told to them by the consciousness!

Quite recently on my brisk walking contours near a park adjacent to my home, I befriended my senior friend who has been living a simple and quite life and is a regular in the park since time immemorial. A simple "Namaste" lead me to believe that he was quite lonely and wanted a companion to share his enormous wealth of experience he has earned. After quite a few meetings, I was honored to be called at his home - having exchanged the addresses, a meeting was fixed to be his pristine quest for the evening chit-chat.

The Curiosity in me lead me to take a stroll around his dilapidated dwelling, to my amazement, the Octogenarian was at his witty best. Having seen me to the core, he instantaneously recognized me and approached me for a cuppa Tea.The beverage which I like so much became the catalyst point for me to enter his one room set "Home" and he was quick to start preparation for cup of Tea.

Talks unfolded and we started to know each other better in lieu of killing time, which we both had to enormous proportions - for me being a Saturday and for him every day is a holiday as he is living a retired life.

With each passing second, we started to know each other better and it was then i first was introduced to his name " Narender Gill". He had served the armed forces for almost 35 years and retired as a colonel. He had vast talking’s regarding his life experiences and his postings in the armed forces at distant places.

But a sudden numbness of time felt when we started to talk about family and his personal life - as to why such a decorated soldier was living the way he was living. to my amazement, Gill uncle was shattered beyond his nadir as he started to talk about his only son and what life has offered to him on the second phase of it!

Though well settled in USA , the son had abandoned his father as he delved into the material life of the sought after. Mr Gill's wife had already passed away and he was the lonely soul on this part of the planet. He proudly started to talk about his medallions and other accomplishments which he had obtained during his tenure in the Armed forces. I again bought the personal life topic to the fore, he was reluctant to talk about that aspect of life what he once termed as failure!

His liveliness and single-handed devotion to life this stage is a source of inspiration for almost all of the locality - a fact I gauged when I saw almost everyone wished him as he en route to park.

The only thing i wondered was what might have led to the situation Mr Gill has found himself in? why was he abandoned by his only son? As a new-found friend I see him lively, booming with life at 80+ age (Most of us will not attain that, considering the life we are living by!).

As the deep thoughts engrossed me, I walked out wishing him good evening and with a promise to see him next day in the park.

This wish of mine was brought to the zilch as in the next morning i heard the sad news of his passing away in sleep. Call it a vicissitudes of life, i will always admire the experiences he shared with him in such a short duration of our friendship.

All i wish for him is that he rests in peace up there showering his magnificence as he did on Earth!

The 'Gas fitter'

Living his past and memories of years lived by,the man juxtaposed his self esteem as equivalent to his right to live with dignity. 'Mr Bhatia' as he would like to be called is a septuagenarian with about 30 years of work experience in fitting the odds - From Pressure Cookers to Gas Stoves, to lighters and other kitchen sundries , Mr Bhatia does it with aplomb and with full dedication.

Starting of his task with great enthusiasm,he charged himself up to full tune and started open the nuts with his feeble hands. Limited with a bottleneck of sight, Mr Bhatia closely observed the stove with his weary eyes giving him limited vision. After about spending considerable amount of time he was able to open the knobs of Gas Stove. Sensing success, he quickly changed the required Stove parts and was quick in reassembling them to close his day for a quick lunch break.

Rightly demanding his effort fee,he was dully compensated for all of his hard work at this age, the stage was set for quick round of inquisitive questions in my mind.

Uncle what is your age?

Beta my age is almost 75.

How long have you been doing this work?

It is almost 30 years that i am repairing kitchen sundries.

Are you satisfied with what you are earning or with what you do, I asked out of inquisition.

Yes- I thank GOD for ALL of his gifts which he has bestowed on me.I have a good family, Two sons who are well settled - one of them abroad.My wife is hale and hearty and in good stead.I have  my own house and in good health standards at this age.

I dont want anything from the Almighty nor I have ever asked for anything superficially or in my instincts!

All my inquisition was laid to rest and in dire times when everyone is after material objects, I meet a real hard-worker with semblance of living life to the earnest with all his honesty and in solitude of God.

~ Tapestry of Living ~

~ Life Vignettes ~

Tapestry of living...

Sitting in the solitude of time, the lonely man looks intriguing to the eyes. His regular visits to the park on specific timelines sound like a prelude to the life he has lived. He has a specific set of tasks which he seeks to accomplish not before sitting on his favorite bench. Stashed with salt and pepper look visible via his beard and hair , his mysterious eyes look frowned with questionable existence - he wants his answers to the life's vignettes lived with aplomb and sarcastic parlance.

"Baba" as me and my children call him, the inquisitive glance sounds captivating when he looks at us.

Life throws challenges every now and then and some walk through whilst others get sidelined. The rigmarole of daily happenings can be gruesome for many like "Baba". His bets on life may have shattered his dreams of existence. Though able bodied, he just sits for a gravity of time and vanishes post dusk, to begin a new day.

His aura seems to be in shambles, so are his clothes but his disposition is catchy to the eye. What he does the whole day sitting in the bench could be an absorbing thought.

The perils of life might have taken him up, but he does have zeal to live it with dignity - not bowing for alms but brining his own food - both for stomach and thought!

Having courage to approach him seems to be distant as of time but who knows what befalls for the future, We, as all souls connected via strings of space and time can infer commonality at some point of existence.

Till then, let me observe my "Intriguing Man" and absorb his majestic living on the bench of his thoughts!

~The Blind with the Eyes~

~ Life Vignettes ~

~The Blind with the Eyes~

His grit was well entrenched in his actions of living a life of self respect and audition...

He stood to be a perfect example of showcase of ones self esteem against all odds and infirmities of body but certainly NOT Mind. "Ram Prakash" was his name to be and what I heard when he passed by whilst he uttered the Godly Name himself "Ram Ram"...

His lonely voice was well understood to showcase a life of uncertainty he has been living at this age.

As a perfect example of what life can offer during one's living,he uninterruptedly went passed by into the aisle of furniture shops serving common man's beverage - "Chai" to his solicited customers every day .

Though myself on a shopping spree near my home, I was dumbstruck at Ram Prakash's astuteness and self esteem of earning his living on his own terms and not succumbing to the fortitude of destiny!

Visual Impairment was not a impediment in his life's due course, he walked with almost perfection with the eyes!

Shouted one Shopkeeper who was well off with a huge showroom - with a sense of pride and ego in Punjabi "koi Idhiyan Aakhan koi lagwa Deyo" (Someone please have his eyes fixed) , the thought arose - what was the need of spelling these touchy words if you cannot do a bit of favor to his ongoing predicament.

He went off after giving the shopkeeper his daily cuppa and waited patiently on his next stoppage offering "Chai" to his customer ! The firmness in his stance and his astute character made me sit down and watch his demeanor with eclectic glance , he was my live role model who gave me a teaching to be on a continuous roller coaster tread called "Life" be whatever comes your way...

With dilapidation of his life came the happiness of still being worthy of a living at his own terms and not obliging to beggary which was the most easiest way out....

He became my life's another teaching and is now my role model to emulate how to life with humility against all of our egoistic aspirations and wants ...life could be defying at any time of your stay here. thanks and be pride-less for tomorrow could just be another day full of challenges which you have to obliterate !!!

~The Beggar HE was not ~

Passing by I observed a frail looking man with all of his qualifications to be a mendicant with a virtue of poverty – yes I say virtue of poverty for what he proved to me was his outright resistance to alms which are being offered in consonance with his decrepit situation!

Into his mid 40’s, the gentleman stood in front of a temple of worship – maybe his anger with God was the sole condition of his gesture – People passed by offering to give alms to this unique juxtaposition but to no avail, the “Beggar” was hell bent not to take goodies which people were offering him – to shed their inhibitions about GOD!

In India people visits temples of worship and do their share of humanity for a pacifying God’s existence in their thoughts and beings – having done so, they generally shed the burden of the wrongs they have done in their near past (forget about the entire lifetime they have lived on this planet!). The Mercy can beguile them to believe that their bit is done.

With all correctness, the urban hermit started to tread an unequivocal path of buying his own food whilst many had a starred look! How often would you see a beggar buying his own food with the invisible money he has sought? With all righteousness and ability of thought and action, he percolated the regular stance of all of us and that is, he might ask for money if not fruits and other disposable food items which we generally tend to give to them in lieu of seeking GOD’s solace!

An old gentleman oblivious to the fact of true character of this new age hermit starts to chat with him, with an intent to make him believe and accept the “Goodies” he has brought from his marvel. The situation remains grim and acclimatized to all of our acceptances, the end result is the same.

With a gluing look the Beggar blabbers – I am not a Beggar you all think BUT “It is time that has made me come to this compromise of life!”. All of my family members have discarded the notion that I was a husband to my wife, a father to my two lovely kids and a son to my Ageing parents!

No one dare asked him the reason for his penury and a situation --- by the time any one had the guts to approach and unlock this mystery of self-proclamation , the guy started to walk gently and never looked by –  I am in awe with the time when he would meet me again at the same temple I so often visit and bow, till then The Mystery just continues and enchants us all with its own altered ways of time !

~ 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.