Life as a lollipop- Part 1
I'd put it in a different way. Picture this-I actally had happened to stop at a traffic signal at a crossroads and I saw the world around me- A beggar at the traffic signal Vs Palatial mansion with rich interiors; A daughter of a rich tycoon in a Mercedes Benz Vs Ambulance with its active visual warning and uncertain life inside; A man with his wife and a kid on a bike Vs cart seller hoping to find good business; A film poster with characters tampered, for the purpose of deception Vs a pedestrian. I persuade my mind to think about such people whenever I come across them.
The beggar has a history which no one knows. The mansion is built by masons who dream to build a home for themselves. Post the mainsions completion, the owner wouldn't even remember the name of the masons. The rich daughter in Mercedez is considered as an arrogant and conceited by most of the passerbys. Reason- Perceptions make their way from legacies. There is someone struggling in that ambulance. If I speak logically, everyone who is in the way of that ambulance will be accountable for the life and death of that person. The man with his wife and a kid may be riding a bike that he took as a part of dowry. He must be thinking of buying a car or rather cursing himself on getting married. The characters in that poster perhaps are on cloud 9 knowing that their poster stands tall at a famous crossroad of the city. The pedestrian, clueless about his future walks away maybe he has looked at me and made perceptions or something that you could never figure out whats running in his mind. Reason everyone in this world has a history. Though it may not date back to dinosaurs age (mildly put!)
What is common to all of them? Life and death. they are born the same way and will die the same way. I sometimes try and compile the number of emotions attached to each individual. Does this world realize what is life? We are born, attend school, finish education, make money, try to get rich, marry, complain, compliment, comment, laugh, become old and die a death that is miserable, accidental or natural.
These days, many complain of boredom. I have come across so many people. If I understand them correctly, they are surviving not living! Its because we do not adapt to situations that surround us.
End of Part 1
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