It most of the times happen that we are not able to judge ourselves, not able to decide upon what our personality is like, what we like, what we don't, or it just happens with me.
On looking at street children knocking each car window, begging for pennies in rags, we sometimes feel pity, pity on their innocent faces, the faces which plead for lot more than their words say. These children, who lose their childhood in begging and collecting rags, are so very cursed. But one day seeing them smiling, you wonder what could be behind that smile. What could be the story behind their dirty but shining eyes; what could be behind the u.s.p.a. worn out shirt that that child is wearing; what could be the most happening thing that brings joy to these faces. This feeling is not pity.
Reading about big personalities and watching movies based on their lives, on one day you feel so inspired, so zesty, so passionate, so ambitious, and when that movie fades, so does the zest. Or even love for the nation; it comes and goes with the independence and the republic days. And that too with new ways if love expressing. But after fading what happens is what is real. That is the question.
I blabber about being rational, about being a believer in reasons and facts, about not a believer of God. But then too, I bow to each temple I could notice, I have a photo of a God in my wallet, or for that matter, I write God in capitals. Guess pondering on one's own nature is spoiling a night's sleep, just as I'm doing abhi. Guess I'll take it up later sometime.
On looking at street children knocking each car window, begging for pennies in rags, we sometimes feel pity, pity on their innocent faces, the faces which plead for lot more than their words say. These children, who lose their childhood in begging and collecting rags, are so very cursed. But one day seeing them smiling, you wonder what could be behind that smile. What could be the story behind their dirty but shining eyes; what could be behind the u.s.p.a. worn out shirt that that child is wearing; what could be the most happening thing that brings joy to these faces. This feeling is not pity.
Reading about big personalities and watching movies based on their lives, on one day you feel so inspired, so zesty, so passionate, so ambitious, and when that movie fades, so does the zest. Or even love for the nation; it comes and goes with the independence and the republic days. And that too with new ways if love expressing. But after fading what happens is what is real. That is the question.
I blabber about being rational, about being a believer in reasons and facts, about not a believer of God. But then too, I bow to each temple I could notice, I have a photo of a God in my wallet, or for that matter, I write God in capitals. Guess pondering on one's own nature is spoiling a night's sleep, just as I'm doing abhi. Guess I'll take it up later sometime.
this is it the realization of being rational without confronting the ugly truths of the very lives we think we know and the pain and sufferings we think understand so much as to write books and discuss them at length...and on a completely unrelated front The truth is one is happy in what he thinks is enough for him and that enough doesn´t meet its culmination in the case of the rich and greedy while the same factor is a nil in case of the unwanting and non greedy people from the lower stratum of the society...the under privileged one
ReplyDeletewoah woah. one there is no law that people of lower srata are saints. and two, one rationality is of staying put, doing your bit and moving on. not everyone needs to get into people ki lives. its just the thought that lingers and that too depends on our mood. and i am that kind of rational. "ugly truths".. :D
ReplyDeletesometyms we cant knw abt evrythng so b calm n get to know yourself the way you want not wht thrs like !!
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