Two days ago, I was trying to cross the busy road near bus stand in Mysore. A girl too was there carrying a heavy bag. Then she saw me and came near me so that we could cross together. The same thing always happens to me while crossing the road. There would be somebody else and we would look at each other, then cross together. For a brief moment, we would be stranger-allies against the onslaught of traffic. While travelling to Orissa recently on train, a middle-aged man who couldn't understand our language brought us water in bottle whenever our bottles emptied. He did not know us and yet helped us. Somebody helps us in bus by keeping our heavy bags on their laps, others by leaving the seat to an elderly person or a woman with a child. In all these incidents, there is no need for words, a glance, a gesture is enough. And sometimes, it was just mutual understanding without any kind of gesture. After alighting from the bus, train or crossing the road, we are strangers again.
“ What is the feeling when you're driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? It's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's goodbye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” -- Jack Kerouac (American Poet and Novelist) From what I have seen and admired in humans, they are eternal optimists. Goodbyes seem to break us, but we straighten up and walk, holding our head high, blinking away our tears. And as regards the specks of people dispersing, when something moves away, something else comes near. Guess that's how laws of nature move. If a time comes when nothing else comes near, it's when we will become really alone; alone to live and love life without any reason, taking the next step forward.
Good observation. Perfectly right.
ReplyDeleteGood observation. Brilliant.
ReplyDeleteeven i experienced dis several times but never thought about dis great thinking...
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