Lack of belonging

Few days back I was returning from my class on my bike. I reached a traffic signal and had to wait for it to go green.  While I awaited my turn, the boys next to me on a bike violated the rules and crossed over while it was still a red signal. Its quite normal to see people getting impatient like that on the road now a days, so I choose not to give any head to it. But the boys hit the front tire of an old motorbike, which was being driven by a man, about fifty, and the man fell to ground. The man was moving because it was a green signal for him and it was the boys who violated the rules. Now in the first place I did feel a little angry because the guys looked back, noticed that the man had fallen and still chose to drove away. What could be the reasons for their such disrespectful behavior? May be they had no reverence for the other people in the society, especially the old. Or may be they were scared that the man will shout at them and abuse them for what seemed to be just a mistake. The second reason resonated loud in my head. Most often, than not, I come across people on the road who disregard the feelings of the person who is sorry for his mistake. Why do we forget that we are humans and we all make mistakes. The man, who fell, did not say a word. He might have had few harsh feelings but there was a chance that those feelings could have melted if the boys had choose to turn back and apologize for their fault, and it was possible only if they felt connected to that man, because we don't hurt people whom we are connected to, even if that connections is 'human connection', which seems quite vague in general or worldly sense these days. Even before this incident, one early morning I saw a man lying on the roadside and a cop was noting down the statement of a biker on his notepad. Next morning in the newspaper we read that the man on the roadside was dead and a passer by reported the police about the dead body. What would happen if the driver of the vehicle, that hit the unlucky man that day, had stopped and took him to the hospital? Was there any chance for his survival? Why do our fears become larger than the significance of someone's life?

How many of you will stop and apologize if you ever made a mistake while driving on the road?  Will you just move on because you think that the other person would never apologize if he did the same mistake?
It is not about what others do, it is about what you choose to do.

Without any title...

This hot sultry afternoon I feel like writing. Nothing specific in mind as there are so many thoughts popping and fading. From past few days I have had at least three things to blog about each day, but blame it on my lazy attitude, I never took the pain to get down to my laptop and get those free electromagnetic waves (of thoughts) stored on some semiconductor device. LOL. :-D

Right now, on the wall opposite to me there is a tennis racket hanging. I started liking Lawn Tennis when I first saw Roger Federer playing in the Wimbledon on my television screen. The ease and elegance with which he played made the game look so simple. Those unmatched services left me awestruck. Had I been eloquent, I would have blogged only about Federer's style of playing.After watching his game I decided to learn how to play lawn tennis and soon found a coach for myself. With exuberance I went to the court on first day and impressed the coach. I had been playing basketball before so I am not bad when it comes to playing games and few other sports (few other sports because I crushed my ankle while practicing for Long Jump). So, I was pretty good at this tennis thing, but it did not last for long. The class began at 6:30 a.m. and ended around 7:05 a.m. I used to reach home by 7:15 or 7:20, and then within twenty minutes I had to get ready for my college because the college bus arrived at 7:40 a.m. Being a relaxed person, I refrain from taking any sort of unnecessary stress or trouble. So, I gave up the idea of learning lawn tennis and focused on my studies. Yes, I did know "all study and no play makes Jack a dull boy", yet I went with my decision. Now the racket is hanging there, reminding of the job undone. May be I'll think of joining the class again.

Next, the wall on the other end of the room has a red chart paper pasted on it with cello tape on it. The chart paper has numbers 1 to 40 written on it. I had put up that chart for the purpose of getting up early and going to the gym. I kept crossing the days, with pencil, when I kept my resolution. But that didn't last for long either. After a week, or may be a little more, I fell out of the habit of waking up early. Then I used the same chart to mark the number of days when I learned new words to improve my vocab. Needless to say, I failed again. After eight days I thought of taking a break and the break lasted for months :-D Now you must be thinking what a big failure I am. I don't take it that way. In first place I tried, and in the process of trying I did improve myself. When you decide to do a task, it is not always necessary to  finish it up. The experience you gain in the act of doing the job does count. I am at my vocab task again and I will try to wake up early too.

Did I tell you I have a big pink teddy bear in my room? The teddy is giving me stern looks because I had to wash it and I didn't complete that job as well. Oh! I even forgot to wash the blue stars ( which are soft toys) and two big cushions. And what about the useless photostatted papers peeping out of the cupboard...??? :-P

I guess I should stop here or else I'll have a long list titled 'Incomplete Tasks'. :-D Now if you don't find me here blogging you know what I'll be doing. :-D

Take Care!

Sharing The Silence

Standing near the railing of the ship, she kept gazing into the vast expanse of the ocean. Observing the disturbances in the water, and feeling the zephyr. The source of divine light was slowly disappearing, as if the ocean was pulling it inside.

He saw her, and approached her. For a moment he looked at her but she was lost. He turned his face to the setting sun. They stood there silently...

He gently put his hand onto hers. She didn't move but felt that she had been taken. She was not alone anymore. He drew near and wrapped his arm from behind around her shoulder. Together they watched the waves and listened to the music of the water. No words were spoken, just the silence that existed. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and the two got lost in the ecstasy of the moment...

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