The 2 kinds of people…
This had been a little while back… I’d been riding over to a friend’s place..
On my way, while I’d been stuck in the traffic, my glance fell on this woman..
Call her a tramp, beggar, nomad, anything that you wish…
But there, on the road side, she sat.. under the shade of an overtly less attractive tree.
She was oblivious to the surroundings, the sounds, the blaring horns, the stares…
Lost in her own world, all she was doing was picking at the grass and murmuring to herself..
Looking at her got me thinking for a while.. She looked like she was into her early 40′s. However, that dejected, ‘she’s done with life and things cannot get any different’ expression was there on her face…
This made me think of how her life’s not been fruitful, of how she’d have spent an eternity doing only what she knows best, ‘Begging’, of how insignificant a role she’s played in this world apart from the fact that she’s existed…
This’d only induced me to think of the two different kinds of people who are born to form a part of this world…
One, the kind who are born to lead lives as it flows, letting things be, going through the different processes of life of growing up, education, getting a job, getting married, having kids and going onto dying of old age…
The other, the kind who does about the same thing as the above, but live to live passionately… the kind who’d look at the world with a purpose to contribute to mankind something substantial, or the kind who’d want to make a difference in other people’s lives for their betterment, or the kind who’d not want to give up ever, but keep fighting through every facet….
People more or less fall into these two categories. I’m not saying, the first doesn’t serve any purpose to their existence. They’re definitely here to appreciate the goods or deeds of the second kind…
Prologue..
For you opened out, and the ice was broken between us.
I am, what you are to me.
Today is, from what you’ve made of it,
Tomorrow will be, from what you want of it…
That, which sums me up..
Small things, Big meaning..
Lil details, hidden messages..
Lots of smiles, mine and yours..
Intuition, crankiness, mood swings and expressions.
Myths and realities.
A riot of colors!
Paintings, Sketches and Writings.
Music-Soulmate..
Sunsets- Nostalgia..
Chocolates-lifeline!
White roses, coffee, scented candles and books.
Friends, Sibling – Family..
My Room, My life, My world, My Love,
Spiritual and Free-spirited…….
Irony
Hopeless is the person who has no dreams, yet hopeless is the person who only dreams…..
Paradox of life..
What goes up as fumes, is eventually what we breathe in to sustain (in) life…
Retro
What is in now, is a mistake from the past, but the right attitude of the present…