I was walking by the streets today. There is a part near the Gemini Flyover that I have to cross to reach the main road. I was passing through that point today on my way to some work. Its late and the area under and around the flyover is very dark. I hate walking there because it usually filled with nasty drunkards and other people. There is also a slum near it. I usually try and catch a glimpse of those people who I cross by.
Today I observed one cute thing. There was this bullock cart and it was parked near the road. The cart was full of luggage and in between that luggage a couple lay deep in sleep arm in arm. They were not even conscious about the surroundings and were half smiling even in that state of sleep. I just paused for a while and left that place with a smile.
On my way I remembered this nasty argument I had with a friend today, who dared to tell me that Artists produce art because they are jobless. All that one needs is two meals a day and if art cannot provide that art is useless. I was awestruck by his comments and I stopped my conversation then and there. If it was only two meals one needed, things in this world would have been different.
Looking at that couple and their simple joy I wondered why we are deprived of such moments. I never aspire for anything big in life. I don’t want diamonds, gold cars, bikes, houses or anything like that. All I need is small snippets and moments of joy. Care from people that I care for and a reason to smile.
What else can I get by the way sitting within these four walls of my room? Walking, studying, working and doing everything else in loneliness, what else can I expect? Tiny moments of joy from small things in life and word of assurances and love from people who care that is all I can get and that tiny thing gives me ecstatic joy.
Well, when I am deprived of that too . . .. . IT HURTS . . . SO MUCH SO THAT IT ACHES.
Today I observed one cute thing. There was this bullock cart and it was parked near the road. The cart was full of luggage and in between that luggage a couple lay deep in sleep arm in arm. They were not even conscious about the surroundings and were half smiling even in that state of sleep. I just paused for a while and left that place with a smile.
On my way I remembered this nasty argument I had with a friend today, who dared to tell me that Artists produce art because they are jobless. All that one needs is two meals a day and if art cannot provide that art is useless. I was awestruck by his comments and I stopped my conversation then and there. If it was only two meals one needed, things in this world would have been different.
Looking at that couple and their simple joy I wondered why we are deprived of such moments. I never aspire for anything big in life. I don’t want diamonds, gold cars, bikes, houses or anything like that. All I need is small snippets and moments of joy. Care from people that I care for and a reason to smile.
What else can I get by the way sitting within these four walls of my room? Walking, studying, working and doing everything else in loneliness, what else can I expect? Tiny moments of joy from small things in life and word of assurances and love from people who care that is all I can get and that tiny thing gives me ecstatic joy.
Well, when I am deprived of that too . . .. . IT HURTS . . . SO MUCH SO THAT IT ACHES.
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