Oh! How he wished....

He was small,always acting more than his age. He wanted to help his mom with everything, he wanted to be like her shadow.
They had a small shop,something more like a wooden canopy. He helped her with setting the temporary walled shop each morning,laying down the pieces of moulded glass,clothes,cleaning them....he was small so couldn't reach the top shelves...
Oh! how he wished he were taller.
It began to rain.He loved the rain,stepping out, letting the drops caress his face,letting them roll into his eyes,spreading his hands wide open...he wanted to play.Suddenly he was reminded of his mom working alone...he went back to the daily job...all he wanted was to help her.
Oh! how he wished he could play.
Working his small hands to get everything in place was how his day passed. He dreamt of no friends, he dreamt of no school...
The bird was so free..it could be on any branch it liked...could fly to any place it wanted. He loved even the sparrow..not its beauty..but its freedom, not that he felt bound by duties.
Oh! how he wished he could fly.
They sold beautiful clothes..he craved for none. It was as if adversities had taught him sainthood. His heart was simple. His aim was clear.
The day ended. The sales were lesser today he thought. Hope it doesn't rain tomorrow. Hope it is a sunny morning.
Oh! how he wished it would rain...
Oh! how he wished he could play...

You are Your Best Friend

I had read this piece of writeup in the newspaper today. Loved it.

After a while you learn the subtle difference,
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that, love doesn't mean leaning,
And company doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts,
And presents aren't promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats,
With your head up and your eyes open,
With the grace of a man,not the of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads,
On today because tomorrow's ground,
Is too uncertain for plans, and futures have,
A way of falling down in mid-flight,
After a while you learn that even sunshine,
Burns if you have too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate
Your own soul,instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers,
And you learn that you really can endure....
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth,
And you learn and learn
With every person you meet or employ,you learn
With evey friend or a lover you learn
With every goodbye you learn.

The Inheritence of Culture

Train journeys can be rather boring when one travels alone.
Train journeys can be rather interesting even when one travels alone.
Two schools of thought..at times both true.
I boarded one a few days back with just my music and novel accompanying me. It was the first time I analysed some people so carefully that it just compelled me to blog about them. I overheard that they had their ascendancy from the glorified..rather over glorified state of Bihar...
How very different become our ways of conducting ourselves at different situations and most of it is credited to,from where we ascend. So did they.
The way they spoke...the way they sat...everything about them was unique in its own different,inexperienced way. Very rustic. It had life about it.
Kids sitting on top of seat backrests...pulling the emergency chains for fun..the train didn't stop. That's another funny side of Indian railways.
A woman amongst them then hurts her feet by getting a cut from the iron protruding the bottle holder..for a change it was holding her feet before it retaliated against misuse. Now came the times of even greater emergency than the one imposed by Prime minister Indira Gandhi. They began washing the wound...little realising they were on a train, turning in into a complete washroom, over flooding the area with bloodstained water.
Such site warrants no further description...ha ha.
The end of the Sari came handy..was torn and wrapped around the finger.
R.I.P wound.
Its funny to realise how one spends an entire journey seeing just a few people..and doesn't get bored.
Now a couple of frame sized photos made their way across to the girls who it seemed were in prospects of marriage..surely had overgrown their age. Discussing each boy as loud as possible..it was amazing as well as embarrassing what all goes into a girls mind. They were actually checking 'em out....wow..haha
I didn't sleep even for a while for the fear of losing my scoop of fun...not everyday do u get to see a few crazy..nice people from a different world.
Wore caps...had their glares on...used every bit of space allotted..these people were surely of a world unexplored.
The murmur kept on..and the final stop arrived..I was free...I was free...I was free..no it was no prison...it was worse.
Such was their nature...nothing bad about it..it was the inheritance of their culture. So amazing. So repelling.