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Walk ... !

I was walking down the never ending Bannarghatta Road, fatigued to say the least, after walking for more than half an hour through the mazes of BTM Layout,on a fine evening. With no autorickshaw willing to take me to the place I was heading to, I got irritated at first, which later became a suffocating depression, which has haunted me, ever since I landed in Bangalore.


Loneliness ... waah ... I can give a better definition than Merriam Webster. The wonderful days, that I spent in Chennai, unknowing that I would suffer hardships in the near future in Hippy Bangalore.We take for granted, things that are at our disposal, without feeling grateful to anything, the list is enormous which includes parents,neighbourhood friends,our bike,now-a-days I miss even the casual smile, from acquaintences,which was so frequent back home. :-(


The walk made me really tired in spirit, hoping against hope that an empty auto (even a Merc :-) sent by God for me) would come by, as I travelled from one signal to another on the desolate walkway, the sky looking ever darker, warning of an impeding rain. "It is just one and a half kilometers more ...",said a passerby. I was fuming with anger, for making a bad decision to venture out that day.


Just a few paces behind me, I saw a bearded man with shamble clothing walking with the help of crutches. The rhythmic sound of the crutches, stood in contrast with my wayward tired steps. That fellow might be begging to survive each day in Bangalore, but he did not grumble for his erraneous creation.


"Accepting what we have", is a great virtue, I realised.


People may be tempted to give a lift to a beautiful lady(like Anila :-)) walking ... but do they care to give a lift to this vagrant ? The answer is a big no .


Disabled people like him must have learnt from experience, that world is not kind enough, that they have to work and strive hard even for their basic needs.Sometimes walking for kilometers in his crutches ... My situation is not as worst as his ... Many of us are not in his shoes (that we have, he lacks) to survive each and every day.

Why ?


"All that I have is sweat and blood to offer!",that long forgotten maxim struck me like a bolt from the blue.Come what may, its the tough that get going ! Rationally,I questioned my toughness ...


With a renewed vision, I saw him as a living example ... who fights to the last come what challenge may be ... Astonishingly all by himself,without depending upon others.


Inspired,I walked behind him till I reached my destination ...

The Goan waves ;)

The waves came gushing,
Its roar fell loud and menacing,
But with no one beside me,
I looked at it with a smirk on my face ;

I stood away from it,
Teasing the attempts of the sea,
To wet my feet,
Its waves looked helpless.

But the sea was billowing,
I said to the sea:
"You over-estimate your strength"
As usual the waves did not listen.

The waves were let down each time,
By their own siblings(fellow waves),
The sibling which came to rise was absorbed,
By the one which retreated from the shore.

Seeing the chaotic attempt of the waves,
I felt confident in my stand,
The waves will never come near me,
The idiotic waves never learn the lesson,I thought.

The waves represented me,
My harrowed past and failed attempts,
I looked upon the sea - concerned,
I was fearing failure that was with the waves.

The more I looked,
The more I sorrowed for them,
Failure is everywhere, even with the waves,
No one can escape its grab.

With these thoughts on my mind,
I did not turn my attention to the trying waves,
Something was different,
That was for sure.

The siblings helped each other,
When they concentrated their efforts,
The waves came one behind the other in harmony,
Such was the timing,the waves aided their reach.

I was thrilled at the sight of it,
But the surge was limited;
I was hoping for the next one to wet my feet,
But I was once again let down,thanks to failure.

I decided to turn my back on these waves,
Saying "Good Bye!"
The waves said adieu, which I did not expect,
With one of them wetting my feet.

The chill of my wet feet,
Struck a chord with my mind,
The waves did not have just failure,
They had persistence and courage to win over it !

As a person who lacked both,I admired,
Then I realised,the waves have passed on those qualities,
Now its my turn to fight against failure,
The very reason that I was born for.

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Goa Pictures .. Still more ;)