No more eternity

Everyday we hear someone die or someone born.... we as a part of social circus try our best to stay 'touched' by both of these inevitable occurrence.... either with eulogistic words or perfunctory smirk. For world 's sake we were a lot better when the world was bit too primitive... at least we never faked anything, either we killed or got devoured. Today our sense of retirement or involvement speaks volume of what we are or who we really want to be. My dad is a good man, at least that's what he had personified since the days i remember but his thought of survival was very grim & no hassle.. he worked as a floor scrubber at a point & then even went on to flex his sinews on stage.....so in a motif, he truly survived not having to give up what he thought was beautiful or objective.....that isn't the case today,we are too steeped of with hardly any tendency towards 'dignity of labour'! If i speak for myself, i have seen people who were nabobs during partition & now their descendants are pulling rickshaws or embroidering for means. We are lost in our space, we too climbed up the stairs like others and we too will gulp mud like dinos did... no religious inference, whatsoever! Man was scared in the beginning then he realized that fire and fear can't survive together so he handed fire and let fear behind. That was a brave decision - he overcame mammoths eventually, the whole podium of animal kingdom. Today, i don't know for sure but it seems we will go down the dinosaur way- either by fate or internal war for water or other resources of survival. Till then, lets guess.

Just another day

Waking up with alarm ringing and the sound slowly seeping into your dream, all you want to do is stay unperturbed , as if these mundane obligation won't touch you in any way but it always does. Then the same vituperative discussion on future -whats my validity or in some words, am i going earn something or not?...endless dream of playing soccer in Old Trafford or serve-volleying Federer or sharing screen with De Niro or more feasibly, travel alone in a train compartment with no crowd around you breathing right into your lungs! These idyllic prespectives supports a kind of buoyancy which in turn works both end- you dream as if dreaming helps you stay afloat of all undying tension or stand confronted with queries that substantiates your diminshing chance of making it subtly unique in society. I don't know about others. Some worked their loin down till they were weary but achieved what they wanted in life but thats not the same with everyone else. Sometimes you want to jump off the board & experience destruction or just feel the gush of life in that moment.... may be I'm wrong but that's the truth!

Heading somewhere?

Everyday, the same crowd, the same hush-hush, the same proclivity towards elbowing our way to the nearest available mobile. Maybe, this was how it was meant to be. May be, someday we'll realize how foolish we were to be left stranded in a crowd. Or I don't know for sure, this was inevitable, even Gandhi purported the view of undoing industrial revolution, or at least curtail it some extent. We are unwantingly getting denied by ourselves. I may sound naive here or incredulously crude but we need to redeem our existence. I think for once, are we doing what we really wanted or are we simply gushing with the flow?