Have you ever noticed activities at a train station ?? So many things seem to be happening at the same time. Life seems to exist in such variedpuny li'l details. And it amazes me to think, how often do we actually sit up and take notice of them ? I aint trying to imply that I have done the coolest deed by finally sitting upto it and then ranting it to you of how I did it. The irony is that, the more I reflect, the more pitiful I am of how ignorant I have been....
That coolie who carried my luggage. I wonder, when we cannot carry that weight on our heads and shoulders, how can he ?? I always find myself looking at his gait, with all those bags on his heads and shoulders,wondering,how my idea of money making meant sitting in posh multistoried office building's AC room and drawing out conceptuals...
That coffeewala who was up at 4 in the morning, in the cold January night crying out to people to take a sip of his beverage so he could take home some bills. The fact that how on earth does he manage to wake up at that hour and get outta his warm bed always averts my head,making me think how my idea of living was a day job of 10 to 5 and then all your time with your family within the four walls of your abode...
That autowala, who would religously stand at every entrance or exit, and come to every individual who appeared there and ask if they would need an auto. Driving in that open vehicle, with the wind howling in from all sides, and with the barest of warm gear on that never seem to satisfy my eyes....
Amongst the vast expanse of thewhole world that surrounds us, every moment here confirms our realisation that how larger than life our existence is. But within all this neo-civilisation way of life we many a times, and blissfully at tat ignore the little deatils without which life itself wouldnt be complete. Ignorance is bliss, they say not in vain.
"Donot stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there,I did not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle morning rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifitng rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Donot stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there,I did not die."