Every sinew aches.Being punished by the body for being lazy.Long ways to go.
Long and winding road playing in my head.
Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 04, 2013
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Shuttle Atlantis - STS 132 last flight
Two days back I saw the Space shuttle Atlantis launch off for the last time. It was the grandest and most spectacular event i have ever seen in my life. What makes it even more special is i had the best seat that was possible for anybody from the public to have.
This is how i saw it from the place i was - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ESk0mFt_-E4
Infact the view for me was better ,i had a Nikon binocular which had a 10-22X Zoom which i specifically purchased for this event and the shuttle was much larger in my view finder.
Being a Space Buff it had been a life long dream of mine to see a live shuttle launch and i FINALLY DID IT!!YooHooo... It was a glorious cloudless clear blue sky day with the best possible view and i simply could not have asked for anything better. I have got some spectacular launch shots(hey!! These are my best shots with my ability,i got lucky with my auto settings,love my D300) from my camera which i will post later on my Flickr link.
I feel like a million bucks!!
This is how i saw it from the place i was - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ESk0mFt_-E4
Infact the view for me was better ,i had a Nikon binocular which had a 10-22X Zoom which i specifically purchased for this event and the shuttle was much larger in my view finder.
Being a Space Buff it had been a life long dream of mine to see a live shuttle launch and i FINALLY DID IT!!YooHooo... It was a glorious cloudless clear blue sky day with the best possible view and i simply could not have asked for anything better. I have got some spectacular launch shots(hey!! These are my best shots with my ability,i got lucky with my auto settings,love my D300) from my camera which i will post later on my Flickr link.
I feel like a million bucks!!
Sunday, March 21, 2010
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Friday, December 25, 2009
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Is it wrong to be curious in life? So curious that you break the normal accepted protocol levels of etiquette,good/bad,right/wrong,justice/injustice,safe/unsafe,truth/false.. just to understand at a more deeper level and come to a more truer definition of the same above concepts?
I think all the concepts in this world have mostly evolved due to a few people who dared to do the above.
I think all the concepts in this world have mostly evolved due to a few people who dared to do the above.
Friday, May 29, 2009
How can you not love life..
There is so much pleasure in observing the small things in life. Took me 5 months to compile these snaps!
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Life can be really funny sometimes(i don't know what word to use here). I cannot believe that just 24 hours back i was half way across America walking on the surreal mist covered golden gate bridge and spending time with some of my favourite people. Its mind boggling to imagine that just 36 hours back i was walking amongst one of the tallest living creatures on earth - the red wood trees.A physical me saw and did these physical things in the last 48 hours and all these are flashes of memories now,reduced to a few electric impulses in the brain which i will cherish through out my living life.Now i am back to my mundane life of seeing laptop screens and taking calls and looking at code.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
I couldn't bring myself to write this note last week. On April 14th it was one year since Mohan died. I remember crying myself out that day last year.Santosh had come to me and had said 'Be strong'. I had said 'Bullshit!! - he is dead,nothing will change that'. I don't know why i replied that, but for some reason I was really very angry with the rules of life and could not come to terms with it.
Like Appu once said 'Death is a great leveller in life',it changes perspectives drastically.True.
I sometimes think of all the long philosophical conversations we used to have,his dreams, his plans and force a desolate smirk. Fate played its final card.
The mere mortals,that we are,injected with all sort of emotions,ideas,ideals,thoughts are left behind to conjure up different connotations and evoke an emotion and dwell in that.
Miss you,My friend!
Like Appu once said 'Death is a great leveller in life',it changes perspectives drastically.True.
I sometimes think of all the long philosophical conversations we used to have,his dreams, his plans and force a desolate smirk. Fate played its final card.
The mere mortals,that we are,injected with all sort of emotions,ideas,ideals,thoughts are left behind to conjure up different connotations and evoke an emotion and dwell in that.
Miss you,My friend!
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Thank you Mr.Rembrandt?
I step out of my Apartment house with key in hand - all ready to scramble, Mahesh is waiting outside in the car with others,we are already late to the movie.
The minute i step out i just freeze in my tracks! I see this man in a golden helmet staring right at me! Something seems very vaguely familiar about him. I immediately scan my insanely crazy junkyard of facts in my brain trying to figure him out. The scan pops out with the result - Rembrandt! I am stunned. I am seeing the world famous painting of 'The man with the golden helmet' by Rembrandt right outside my door.I exclaim 'That's a Rembrandt!' This old lady who is trying to open her door turns around and says 'What did you say?'. I exclaim again 'That's a Rembrandt you have,where did you get it from?'.
She goes 'Oh! Is it, I don't know, I purchased it for the frame, I am throwing the picture away!' . I am left reeling. I touch the painting and realize its a print. But still its a Rembrandt - its art - you don't throw away art even if it's print.
Then i explain her about the painting and Rembrandt. She has never heard about Rembrandt. I sigh! But looking at my enthusiasm about the painting print she asks me 'Do you want it?'. Pat comes my answer 'Yes, of course! I cannot let you throw away something like that'. She says 'okay! I will let you have it once i take the frame'. I say 'Thank you!'.
Now after all this and being the curious kind, I just cannot help asking 'Why do you need just the frame?'.
She says 'Oh! I am a painter' . Now that's what you call a double whammy! My jaw drops! I just don't know what to say. A series of thoughts agonisingly goes through my head trying to make some sense,' a painter, does not know Rembrandt,but needs the frame, i never knew that the person in front of my house was a painter...'
I blurt out 'Oh! What kind do you paint?' She says 'Oil and water both,mostly landscapes and flowers and miscellaneous things'. Now being an admirer of Art,my curiousity just gets the better of me and i ask ' Can i see them?'. She thinks about it a bit and says 'Oh! Sure'. But i know i am running late for the movie and i immediately say ' I am sorry ,but i am running for a movie right now,can i come back later some other time?'. She says 'Oh ok! Fine!'. I run off.
Okay! Long story so far,but it's not concluded.
Days pass.I don't know how am i going to knock on her door and ask for that Rembrandt print and ask to see her paintings.I forget about it.
Fast forward to present.
I wake up today,sunday morning,11 AM,i brew a cup of hot filter coffee(yup the old fashioned way) and sit to work,lots pending.I hear a knock on my door and go to check who it is, its Ruchi, our neighbour,she is looking for her kid who normally keeps running around. I say he is not in our house.As chance would have had it,this lady is again entering her house and she turns around and says 'Hey! I have that painting print kept aside for you,would you like to see my paintings'. I have a hot cup of coffee ready inside waiting to be savoured,but i think heck 'Yeah,sure'.
I go into a very neatly kept house,there is a painting of lilies right near the front door. I admire it. Then she takes me to the living room with lots of painting. I am simply amazed,most of them are land scapes - mountains,sun,beaches,moon,houses.Then she takes me to her working room ,there is a half finished painting and it looks beautiful already.
Being the art lover, I started asking about her and her paintings. We were talking about the philosophy behind her paintings and i mentioned that 'I am really in awe of your paintings,I am always amazed by human talent and feel inspired when i see talent like yours that shows what humans can do, you know - i used to paint and draw quite a bit as a kid,mostly water colours, and somehow it dwindled as i grew up,maybe due to different interests and lack of time and somehow i am not sure i will ever have time to get back to it,though i would like to get back to it'
She looked at me. 'You look very young. How old are you?', I said 'I am 27'. She -'Hmm, Do you know how old i am?' . I said 'U look probably around 65+'. She gives out a wonderful laugh and says 'Oh dear! Do i look so young,thank you! But,I am 86 years old'. I am stunned, I just cannot believe that the human being in front of me is 86 years. She continued 'I started painting at the age of 80- I sowed for a living for 50 years'. I was in a dizzy, I just did not know what to say. She continued 'Don't ever give up on anything,as long as you have life in you , you can do whatever you want to do,don't ever give up!'.My heart just soared looking at her, I felt so much love for her and life at that moment when she said that.
Then she showed snaps of her family,her grandchildren. I finally got up and said ' You know ,i think i got up on the right side of the bed today, I am extremely privileged and honored to know you,thank you for sharing all this with me,you have no idea how much you have inspired me!'
She took out the Rembrandt painting and offered it to me.Then she noticed the painting print had scratched off a bit in the corners, she offered to paint that portion for me and give it to me later.
I got up to go and then i remembered i never asked for her name. I asked her 'Can i know your name'.She laughed and took out a pad and scribbled her name and gave it to me. It said 'Wilma K Farmer'. She never asked mine.I guess it did not matter.
I had mixed emotions and thoughts when i stepped out of her house.
Post script: I got to know that 'The man with the golden helmet' which was long thought to be painted by rembrandt was later discovered to be not his at all. Right now that painting stands painted under the name 'Anonymous'. Life's funny isn't it.
The minute i step out i just freeze in my tracks! I see this man in a golden helmet staring right at me! Something seems very vaguely familiar about him. I immediately scan my insanely crazy junkyard of facts in my brain trying to figure him out. The scan pops out with the result - Rembrandt! I am stunned. I am seeing the world famous painting of 'The man with the golden helmet' by Rembrandt right outside my door.I exclaim 'That's a Rembrandt!' This old lady who is trying to open her door turns around and says 'What did you say?'. I exclaim again 'That's a Rembrandt you have,where did you get it from?'.
She goes 'Oh! Is it, I don't know, I purchased it for the frame, I am throwing the picture away!' . I am left reeling. I touch the painting and realize its a print. But still its a Rembrandt - its art - you don't throw away art even if it's print.
Then i explain her about the painting and Rembrandt. She has never heard about Rembrandt. I sigh! But looking at my enthusiasm about the painting print she asks me 'Do you want it?'. Pat comes my answer 'Yes, of course! I cannot let you throw away something like that'. She says 'okay! I will let you have it once i take the frame'. I say 'Thank you!'.
Now after all this and being the curious kind, I just cannot help asking 'Why do you need just the frame?'.
She says 'Oh! I am a painter' . Now that's what you call a double whammy! My jaw drops! I just don't know what to say. A series of thoughts agonisingly goes through my head trying to make some sense,' a painter, does not know Rembrandt,but needs the frame, i never knew that the person in front of my house was a painter...'
I blurt out 'Oh! What kind do you paint?' She says 'Oil and water both,mostly landscapes and flowers and miscellaneous things'. Now being an admirer of Art,my curiousity just gets the better of me and i ask ' Can i see them?'. She thinks about it a bit and says 'Oh! Sure'. But i know i am running late for the movie and i immediately say ' I am sorry ,but i am running for a movie right now,can i come back later some other time?'. She says 'Oh ok! Fine!'. I run off.
Okay! Long story so far,but it's not concluded.
Days pass.I don't know how am i going to knock on her door and ask for that Rembrandt print and ask to see her paintings.I forget about it.
Fast forward to present.
I wake up today,sunday morning,11 AM,i brew a cup of hot filter coffee(yup the old fashioned way) and sit to work,lots pending.I hear a knock on my door and go to check who it is, its Ruchi, our neighbour,she is looking for her kid who normally keeps running around. I say he is not in our house.As chance would have had it,this lady is again entering her house and she turns around and says 'Hey! I have that painting print kept aside for you,would you like to see my paintings'. I have a hot cup of coffee ready inside waiting to be savoured,but i think heck 'Yeah,sure'.
I go into a very neatly kept house,there is a painting of lilies right near the front door. I admire it. Then she takes me to the living room with lots of painting. I am simply amazed,most of them are land scapes - mountains,sun,beaches,moon,houses.Then she takes me to her working room ,there is a half finished painting and it looks beautiful already.
Being the art lover, I started asking about her and her paintings. We were talking about the philosophy behind her paintings and i mentioned that 'I am really in awe of your paintings,I am always amazed by human talent and feel inspired when i see talent like yours that shows what humans can do, you know - i used to paint and draw quite a bit as a kid,mostly water colours, and somehow it dwindled as i grew up,maybe due to different interests and lack of time and somehow i am not sure i will ever have time to get back to it,though i would like to get back to it'
She looked at me. 'You look very young. How old are you?', I said 'I am 27'. She -'Hmm, Do you know how old i am?' . I said 'U look probably around 65+'. She gives out a wonderful laugh and says 'Oh dear! Do i look so young,thank you! But,I am 86 years old'. I am stunned, I just cannot believe that the human being in front of me is 86 years. She continued 'I started painting at the age of 80- I sowed for a living for 50 years'. I was in a dizzy, I just did not know what to say. She continued 'Don't ever give up on anything,as long as you have life in you , you can do whatever you want to do,don't ever give up!'.My heart just soared looking at her, I felt so much love for her and life at that moment when she said that.
Then she showed snaps of her family,her grandchildren. I finally got up and said ' You know ,i think i got up on the right side of the bed today, I am extremely privileged and honored to know you,thank you for sharing all this with me,you have no idea how much you have inspired me!'
She took out the Rembrandt painting and offered it to me.Then she noticed the painting print had scratched off a bit in the corners, she offered to paint that portion for me and give it to me later.
I got up to go and then i remembered i never asked for her name. I asked her 'Can i know your name'.She laughed and took out a pad and scribbled her name and gave it to me. It said 'Wilma K Farmer'. She never asked mine.I guess it did not matter.
I had mixed emotions and thoughts when i stepped out of her house.
Post script: I got to know that 'The man with the golden helmet' which was long thought to be painted by rembrandt was later discovered to be not his at all. Right now that painting stands painted under the name 'Anonymous'. Life's funny isn't it.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
A humbling perspective...
But one can draw their own conclusions ..
Antares is the 15th Brightest star in the sky.
It's more than 1000 light years away.
Antares is the 15th Brightest star in the sky.
It's more than 1000 light years away.
Thursday, March 05, 2009
Dear Ms. Earhart,
I love that you could touch the sky. I think about you sometimes and I wonder how it is that a little girl from Kansas learns to fly. I'm 48 years old and I still can't walk in heels.
Tell me, Amelia, did somebody infuse you with so much confidence that you always believed you could do anything you set your mind to? Or did somebody cut you so deep that you always believed you had something to prove to the universe?
Were you ever tired? Were you ever lonely? Did you get scared a lot? I like to imagine that from time to time you were all those things, but what I find so really remarkable is that if you ever did feel exhausted or isolated or fragile, you never let it stop you from taking off.
Still, I have to ask, didn't the concept of changing into something made of flannel, ordering in a couple of sushi rolls, and renting a good movie ever tempt you even a little? Because frankly, that's my idea of a perfect evening.
It's not that I don't experience a touch of wanderlust periodically, it's just that for all my talk of missing the swashbuckler gene, I'm currently off on an adventure of my own.
An article in CNN.com by Lisa Kogan,made me smile.
I love that you could touch the sky. I think about you sometimes and I wonder how it is that a little girl from Kansas learns to fly. I'm 48 years old and I still can't walk in heels.
Tell me, Amelia, did somebody infuse you with so much confidence that you always believed you could do anything you set your mind to? Or did somebody cut you so deep that you always believed you had something to prove to the universe?
Were you ever tired? Were you ever lonely? Did you get scared a lot? I like to imagine that from time to time you were all those things, but what I find so really remarkable is that if you ever did feel exhausted or isolated or fragile, you never let it stop you from taking off.
Still, I have to ask, didn't the concept of changing into something made of flannel, ordering in a couple of sushi rolls, and renting a good movie ever tempt you even a little? Because frankly, that's my idea of a perfect evening.
It's not that I don't experience a touch of wanderlust periodically, it's just that for all my talk of missing the swashbuckler gene, I'm currently off on an adventure of my own.
An article in CNN.com by Lisa Kogan,made me smile.
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Saturday, February 28, 2009
I do not want to give this post a subject line.. In life,if you see it the way i see it, you are born! Born somewhere in this world ,which you cannot decide. As a causal of that,you become associated with few people who you call as family,you develop a bonding with them, a very special kind of bonding which exists throughout your life,Life is all about memories and people. You may do a zillion things in life but ultimately it boils down to people. I keep thinking - of the 6 billion people in this world how many people do i know - maybe around 500-600. Of these 500-600 people how many do i really know and would share their pain,joys and sorrows? The number drastically comes down. I dont even know why i am writing all this,somehow i felt i had to give a preface and my mind is running like this now,maybe later i will think 'What the *#$% ?',Okay, enough preface! I will not justify anything here now for i am myself essentially flawed with my moods,emotions,knowledge,etc.
These are a few favourite people(favourite word does not justify what i feel for them) of mine whose snaps i have. We have come a long way in life..all my life or their life i guess.:)
Disclaimer: The photos are limited to only my childhood snaps(read below 9 years) and with people who had the honour of posing with me!! (wink) I wish i had a few more people who i had taken a snap with when i was young!
okay!! The goat was a joke!! Hey!! I like the snap!! I have another with a bear!!Ping me if you want to see it,of course i will charge you to see that!
P.S: I realized that in the course of writing this blog i changed from philosophical to cranky!! Please bear with me! That's me!!
These are a few favourite people(favourite word does not justify what i feel for them) of mine whose snaps i have. We have come a long way in life..all my life or their life i guess.:)
Disclaimer: The photos are limited to only my childhood snaps(read below 9 years) and with people who had the honour of posing with me!! (wink) I wish i had a few more people who i had taken a snap with when i was young!
okay!! The goat was a joke!! Hey!! I like the snap!! I have another with a bear!!Ping me if you want to see it,of course i will charge you to see that!
P.S: I realized that in the course of writing this blog i changed from philosophical to cranky!! Please bear with me! That's me!!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
I have realized that everything in life tends to reach the ideal. Every person tends to reach his ideal within his/her own circle of knowledge,experience,capacity, consciousness and circumstances and tries to live the best possible life he/she can.In the process they come to their own conclusions on life and definitions on various things like love,faith,trust,good,right,wrong,success,failure,tolerance and umpteen other concepts :)...
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Why is life so much driven by fear and survival? When does one acknowledge his/her own inadequacies and grow beyond?When do people face the truth about their lives? Why does it all have to be such a sham?Why is it so easy to be complacent?
ASking tangently..
What is fear? What is an inadequacy? What is the truth?What is sham?Is complacency wrong?
I have grown into this habit of analysing and dissecting life logically and putting it into different compartments. I see that asking simple honest questions throws endless possbilities,expands horizons.You can derive different connotations.I am always extremely surprised by my own and peoples limitations and views about different things.It teaches me patience and tolerance with many things in life and myself.
But then i have also realized that not everything has a logical conclusion in life,some you just have to accept unconditionally.. The old adage of 'Actions counts more than words' still reign's supreme..
Currently hearing to Strings.
ASking tangently..
What is fear? What is an inadequacy? What is the truth?What is sham?Is complacency wrong?
I have grown into this habit of analysing and dissecting life logically and putting it into different compartments. I see that asking simple honest questions throws endless possbilities,expands horizons.You can derive different connotations.I am always extremely surprised by my own and peoples limitations and views about different things.It teaches me patience and tolerance with many things in life and myself.
But then i have also realized that not everything has a logical conclusion in life,some you just have to accept unconditionally.. The old adage of 'Actions counts more than words' still reign's supreme..
Currently hearing to Strings.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
musings..
Many a times in life,people hurt other people,it happens regularly either knowingly or unknowingly( I am also guilty of it). Most of the times its some sort of ego clash.Kind of conflict of interests or opinions or what one thinks is right or wrong or striving for survival,power or control,I always think people are invariably selfish and egoistic and its an inherent trait(everyone included - with varying degrees), even though people deny it. People mostly are thinking about or engrossed in themselves,maybe about the remaining 5% of the time they think about other people,even if they think about the other person its always in relation to 'You'.Not surprising ,because you relate to life from an 'I' perspective,otherwise there is no living.
So incidentally one always remembers people who have meant something to them or helped them or hurt them or inspired them. The focus being on 'You' or 'I'. Its funny,the rules of the game are very simple and yet its so difficult and complex to play. :) I hate as to why did god ever give emotions(an oxymoronic sentence :)),but i guess that's the beauty of life,you have but no say and have to play by the rules of nature. The study of emotions has been a fascinating experiment for me though i have not been able to comprehend it completely. Its really difficult to be a subject and a experimenter oneself.Self analysis is a difficult task and one may not come to the right conclusions as one maybe invariably biased or clouded by one's own emotions.
I am in one of my moods now..my brain is both my bane as well as boon...collective perception is reality..thought and emotion is ultimately electron impulses in your brain.. freedom is primary in life...then comes love...there is no love without freedom...Equanimity is a beautiful word...music liberates ...random thoughts..society...love..hate..fear..frustration..sadness..blind people..depression..knowledge..nature...god..insecurity..optimism..joy..happiness..past..present..future..death..purpose to life..thoughts..people..sky...lust..sex..
books....pain..suffering..creativity..dedication..motivation..disease..adversity..genius..illness..cancer...RA...brain tumour...suicide...depression..poverty..coffee..passion..movies...exhiliration..ecstasy..LIFE..PEACE..
So incidentally one always remembers people who have meant something to them or helped them or hurt them or inspired them. The focus being on 'You' or 'I'. Its funny,the rules of the game are very simple and yet its so difficult and complex to play. :) I hate as to why did god ever give emotions(an oxymoronic sentence :)),but i guess that's the beauty of life,you have but no say and have to play by the rules of nature. The study of emotions has been a fascinating experiment for me though i have not been able to comprehend it completely. Its really difficult to be a subject and a experimenter oneself.Self analysis is a difficult task and one may not come to the right conclusions as one maybe invariably biased or clouded by one's own emotions.
I am in one of my moods now..my brain is both my bane as well as boon...collective perception is reality..thought and emotion is ultimately electron impulses in your brain.. freedom is primary in life...then comes love...there is no love without freedom...Equanimity is a beautiful word...music liberates ...random thoughts..society...love..hate..fear..frustration..sadness..blind people..depression..knowledge..nature...god..insecurity..optimism..joy..happiness..past..present..future..death..purpose to life..thoughts..people..sky...lust..sex..
books....pain..suffering..creativity..dedication..motivation..disease..adversity..genius..illness..cancer...RA...brain tumour...suicide...depression..poverty..coffee..passion..movies...exhiliration..ecstasy..LIFE..PEACE..
Saturday, January 17, 2009
The officer and the peon!
This photograph is one of my most favourite photograph's ever.I call it 'The Officer and the peon'(You can guess who is who :) ). Me and my brother in raichur,the backyard of type 5.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Happy Couple..
It was one of those days where in nothing happened right. I guess everyone has these days. I took a bus all the way to office to fax something and the fax machine did not work and i combed around for another fax machine and tried to send across the fax and it did not go through, I went to a camera shop to find a deal that i wanted and it was already gone, I went to the library to get a book that i had ordered to be held and it was misplaced and they couldn't find it. I went into a Northface shop for it had a sale and came out disappointed. It was a very bright and sunny day in the morning and it had just got my spirits up to go and do all these things,now i was coming out of the northface shop and the time was 4:30 pm and the weather was gloomy and dull reflecting my mood. I stepped out and started walking towards the bus stop,while walking on the pavement I suddenly heard a couple of clangs behind me and i turned around to see what it was. There was this blind couple hand in hand and their other hands held their walking sticks which they were furiously waving in front of them. Their sticks had found the metal hoarding that was placed on the pavement to advertise something,that made the clanging sounds. They immediately stopped and felt around with their sticks and cautiously made their way around the hoard. I was surprised. I stepped back a little and let them go ahead,the pave ment was a bit slippery because of all the snow and ice and i was fascinated and curious to see how they would make their way across. I started following them.
It was perfect synchronisation ,they had held each other very close to each other arm in arm as in a lock and their eyes were their walking sticks,I followed them three blocks and they amazingly evaded light poles,hoardings,they found out the dips in pavements,they crossed roads(in america(atleast in minneapolis) pedestrian always has right of way,so vehicles always stop for people irrespective of whether the traffic sign says walk or stop)and vehicles stopped. All the while they were laughing and talking excitedly.They were enjoying life and each other's company. Infact the lady received a call in between and she took the call with the hand in which she had her walking stick and the man led her across while she was talking. It was as if they were two normal people. They did not feel despondent about their state.
I suddenly lost all my gloominess and felt elated. What started as a tang of pity for both of them suddenly turned into profuse happiness for both of them.They had touched my life and taught me something without even realising it. I suddenly felt i was very blessed in life and wished if there was a god to bless them. I have always found that one does not have to look somewhere for inspiration in life,they are right across your streets,in and around you,we are just blind most of the times consumed by our own thoughts and perceptions. I am sure every person who passed them on the street would have felt it.
It was perfect synchronisation ,they had held each other very close to each other arm in arm as in a lock and their eyes were their walking sticks,I followed them three blocks and they amazingly evaded light poles,hoardings,they found out the dips in pavements,they crossed roads(in america(atleast in minneapolis) pedestrian always has right of way,so vehicles always stop for people irrespective of whether the traffic sign says walk or stop)and vehicles stopped. All the while they were laughing and talking excitedly.They were enjoying life and each other's company. Infact the lady received a call in between and she took the call with the hand in which she had her walking stick and the man led her across while she was talking. It was as if they were two normal people. They did not feel despondent about their state.
I suddenly lost all my gloominess and felt elated. What started as a tang of pity for both of them suddenly turned into profuse happiness for both of them.They had touched my life and taught me something without even realising it. I suddenly felt i was very blessed in life and wished if there was a god to bless them. I have always found that one does not have to look somewhere for inspiration in life,they are right across your streets,in and around you,we are just blind most of the times consumed by our own thoughts and perceptions. I am sure every person who passed them on the street would have felt it.
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