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.
Guess I am out of touch with everything right now, so no blog entry for many days. From many days, a question is bothering me. I haven't found a satisfactory answer yet. So I'll write it down here. Maybe anybody who reads this may know the answer. "Just because we are journalists, writers, opinion creators and thinkers, do we have the right to judge others? Either personally or professionally?" I think we don't have the right to judge a person, even if we are right. But as writers, we would have to judge others whether we like it or not. And it's very difficult forcing people to think, but that's what we are doing or pretending to be doing right? Another question: "How come life is so simple if you just let it live by itself without bothering much and so complicated if you try to manipulate it or even understand it?" Blessed are the ignorant. We who can understand everything, try not to let anything go by without understanding and thus miss the b
Good observation. Perfectly right.
ReplyDeleteGood observation. Brilliant.
ReplyDeleteeven i experienced dis several times but never thought about dis great thinking...
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