Life 'IS' Beautiful
It is Monday morning, 9:30 AM. The time when the mad scramble starts. I see this young man sporting a French beard searching frantically for something. "Where is my watch?",he yells. After two minutes of aimless search he wonders why Google is yet to come up with the ultimate search engine; a search engine to find car keys, watches and spectacles. 'How sad!', I wonder.
As I casually glance elsewhere, I see this twelve year old getting ready for school. His Grandma is forcing her loving grandson to finish his breakfast. With great reluctance, the boy accepts to be spoon-fed. Her mom is busy buttoning his shirt. His dad is trying his best to tie a knot on a shoe which has not seen wax for a long long time. Amidst all these confusion, the young lad, with his mouth full, shouts at the van driver to wait for a minute and at the same time finishes off his school assignment. Multi Tasking at its best.
Drivers hurtling abuses, office goers complaining about poor traffic arrangements, auto wallahs head-banging to Sivaji tunes on Radio Mirchi, students visiting every temple in the city seeking 'Bhagwan's blessings to crack CAT, motorists waiting for the signal to fall, ready to burst of at full speed - sights that are familiar in any buzzing city. I was part of this maddening crowd not long ago.
But now as I continue my ascent, my eyes fall on the rare sights that I had missed. The early morning dew, the squirrel nibbling gleefully at the fig that it just discovered, the happy next door neighbor, sipping a cup of hot coffee and solving Su-Do-Ku in the national daily, late night walks with girlfriend along the beach, weekly get-together with friends at The Dhaba, discussing the most impertinent issues(from the 'acting' exploits of Mallika Sherawat to the flawed design of Microsoft Zune).
I see Vidyakar lending a helping hand to a eighty year old. I silently applaud his efforts in establishing Udavum Karangal single-handedly. Now, THAT is an achievement to be proud of!
I continue my journey upward to the place that some people refer to as heaven, reminiscing the cherished memories of the past and taking in the final glimpses of the city in which I spent my entire life. As I look back, I realise that my life had no purpose.It was like clockwork. I realise that I did not live my life. I just existed.
As I casually glance elsewhere, I see this twelve year old getting ready for school. His Grandma is forcing her loving grandson to finish his breakfast. With great reluctance, the boy accepts to be spoon-fed. Her mom is busy buttoning his shirt. His dad is trying his best to tie a knot on a shoe which has not seen wax for a long long time. Amidst all these confusion, the young lad, with his mouth full, shouts at the van driver to wait for a minute and at the same time finishes off his school assignment. Multi Tasking at its best.
Drivers hurtling abuses, office goers complaining about poor traffic arrangements, auto wallahs head-banging to Sivaji tunes on Radio Mirchi, students visiting every temple in the city seeking 'Bhagwan's blessings to crack CAT, motorists waiting for the signal to fall, ready to burst of at full speed - sights that are familiar in any buzzing city. I was part of this maddening crowd not long ago.
But now as I continue my ascent, my eyes fall on the rare sights that I had missed. The early morning dew, the squirrel nibbling gleefully at the fig that it just discovered, the happy next door neighbor, sipping a cup of hot coffee and solving Su-Do-Ku in the national daily, late night walks with girlfriend along the beach, weekly get-together with friends at The Dhaba, discussing the most impertinent issues(from the 'acting' exploits of Mallika Sherawat to the flawed design of Microsoft Zune).
I see Vidyakar lending a helping hand to a eighty year old. I silently applaud his efforts in establishing Udavum Karangal single-handedly. Now, THAT is an achievement to be proud of!
I continue my journey upward to the place that some people refer to as heaven, reminiscing the cherished memories of the past and taking in the final glimpses of the city in which I spent my entire life. As I look back, I realise that my life had no purpose.It was like clockwork. I realise that I did not live my life. I just existed.
posted by Prasanna @ 8:44 AM
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