In the search of…
Yesterday was one of the most exciting and instructive day in my life. Well…the story is not very long…but still it forced me to think...and I am very sure that you will also start thinking as soon as you finish reading this story….
So…it starts like this…
It was a very bright day. The sun was smiling at Mumbai after 5 days. I was in hurry to reach the college. I was late because the trains were surprisingly (?) late. I reached the college. Huh!.. the lectures were yet to be started. (Well. guys…this part may sound irrelevant but its part of my 1 day story...so…please be patient and scroll down.).
After that nothing much happened. I was waiting for my best friend to be there at 11:30… till that time I was supposed to do time pass. So… we decided to do some thing constructive. Me and my two friends were sitting in canteen and grubbing food started talking about each other. It was not different than giving testimonials. Well…whatever we spoke about each other was part of our observations. And you know what… the truth is always always always deceptive. I was very disappointed to know the high opinions of my friends about me. Moreover disappointed by the fact that they couldn’t find any vice in me! I can understand it as they know me just for 1 and half year. But then the questions come…do the people who have spent their whole life with you really know you very well…or you are always a mystery for everyone including you… why do we need others to talk about us, why cant we judge ourselves neutrally,
Why on this earth no one is able to conclude about any person so confidently and perfectly… Are we always trying to put an impression on others…whatever it may be! I can’t put my all questions here…but then I was thinking for a long time… I was there with my friends…standing in the crowd but still cocooned inside my thoughts.
My friend came at 11:20. We left the college and had lunch at one of my friends place. We were supposed to go to state bank of India which is at fort. The appointment was at 3 pm. We were in train…not talking much. Actually I have noticed it many times…when you are with your old friends; you don’t need to speak out everything. They just understand your mind by your touch or your expressions. It is the best part of friendship.
We were there at fort. My friend was infact ‘is’ very supportive. She was handling everything though it was my work. Strange!! I don’t know how will I do something in future when she will not be there for me!..umm…That’s a different story.
Well…work was done… I got permission to have case study in SBI. I was very happy. But more than that hungry. So we had veg roll at Churchgate station. Uhh…it was as bad as hell. We were damn hungry so we somehow managed to push it into our stomach. But everything has a limit…and it was limit to have bad food. We were seriously planning to kill that man for selling such third class food. The third thought came into my mind was to sue him for swindling two innocent girls. second thought is not sharable.
After some time we were on marine drive having sea wind and that rotten food in our hand. We were searching a dustbin. Now here comes the most ironic part of my journey. The BMC was renovating marine drive with fixing granite. It was no doubt looking very beautiful. But the main point was how are they going to manage to maintain it as good as it is today when there is no instrument to digest the organic and inorganic waste produced by humans!….the search was on…we were moving towards Charni road with the same things with us…
The water of the sea was not very different than Mahim creek. Still BMC was claiming of beatification of marine drive!! Congrats to them!
The distance we covered was 2.5 Kms and still were in search.
But wait…where there is will there is way and where there is rubbish there has to be dustbin…however far it may be!....we finally found one near Charni road and thanked BMC for fixing that really beautiful and cute dustbin which was visible to only those who desperately wanted their food to be in it!.....
The story was very long but more than that my thoughts are crossing the limit of length…they are not stopping…And I really don’t feel like being thoughtless…
So…I continue….
Whatever I have mentioned till now seems like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. They don’t have meaning when they are single nor they make meaning when they are not arranged properly…so moral of the story is:
We always keep on thinking…think about us, our friends, society…wherever we go…whatever we see we keep on thinking and analyzing, criticizing it. Sometimes it results fruitfully…sometimes we just waste time. Sometimes we ignite flame of same thought in others and are the pioneer! Well no one can exactly describe what thoughts can do... But the thoughts came in my mind yesterday were very instructive for me. They just didn’t flash and go. These thoughts have affected me deeply. Please don’t ask me how that thought of killing man and suing case are valid…I am not only talking about the people and BMC and Mumbai…they are dealing with psychology of common people. We all are common and at the same time uncommon in some other way…we should think about it and explore more and actually implement the positive changes… I was actually searching a dustbin which led me to think about our system. It forced me to think about the senseless system and so called citizens which include us. Are all these things justifiable? Lets think and try to answer this question………………….
Yesterday was one of the most exciting and instructive day in my life. Well…the story is not very long…but still it forced me to think...and I am very sure that you will also start thinking as soon as you finish reading this story….
So…it starts like this…
It was a very bright day. The sun was smiling at Mumbai after 5 days. I was in hurry to reach the college. I was late because the trains were surprisingly (?) late. I reached the college. Huh!.. the lectures were yet to be started. (Well. guys…this part may sound irrelevant but its part of my 1 day story...so…please be patient and scroll down.).
After that nothing much happened. I was waiting for my best friend to be there at 11:30… till that time I was supposed to do time pass. So… we decided to do some thing constructive. Me and my two friends were sitting in canteen and grubbing food started talking about each other. It was not different than giving testimonials. Well…whatever we spoke about each other was part of our observations. And you know what… the truth is always always always deceptive. I was very disappointed to know the high opinions of my friends about me. Moreover disappointed by the fact that they couldn’t find any vice in me! I can understand it as they know me just for 1 and half year. But then the questions come…do the people who have spent their whole life with you really know you very well…or you are always a mystery for everyone including you… why do we need others to talk about us, why cant we judge ourselves neutrally,
Why on this earth no one is able to conclude about any person so confidently and perfectly… Are we always trying to put an impression on others…whatever it may be! I can’t put my all questions here…but then I was thinking for a long time… I was there with my friends…standing in the crowd but still cocooned inside my thoughts.
My friend came at 11:20. We left the college and had lunch at one of my friends place. We were supposed to go to state bank of India which is at fort. The appointment was at 3 pm. We were in train…not talking much. Actually I have noticed it many times…when you are with your old friends; you don’t need to speak out everything. They just understand your mind by your touch or your expressions. It is the best part of friendship.
We were there at fort. My friend was infact ‘is’ very supportive. She was handling everything though it was my work. Strange!! I don’t know how will I do something in future when she will not be there for me!..umm…That’s a different story.
Well…work was done… I got permission to have case study in SBI. I was very happy. But more than that hungry. So we had veg roll at Churchgate station. Uhh…it was as bad as hell. We were damn hungry so we somehow managed to push it into our stomach. But everything has a limit…and it was limit to have bad food. We were seriously planning to kill that man for selling such third class food. The third thought came into my mind was to sue him for swindling two innocent girls. second thought is not sharable.
After some time we were on marine drive having sea wind and that rotten food in our hand. We were searching a dustbin. Now here comes the most ironic part of my journey. The BMC was renovating marine drive with fixing granite. It was no doubt looking very beautiful. But the main point was how are they going to manage to maintain it as good as it is today when there is no instrument to digest the organic and inorganic waste produced by humans!….the search was on…we were moving towards Charni road with the same things with us…
The water of the sea was not very different than Mahim creek. Still BMC was claiming of beatification of marine drive!! Congrats to them!
The distance we covered was 2.5 Kms and still were in search.
But wait…where there is will there is way and where there is rubbish there has to be dustbin…however far it may be!....we finally found one near Charni road and thanked BMC for fixing that really beautiful and cute dustbin which was visible to only those who desperately wanted their food to be in it!.....
The story was very long but more than that my thoughts are crossing the limit of length…they are not stopping…And I really don’t feel like being thoughtless…
So…I continue….
Whatever I have mentioned till now seems like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. They don’t have meaning when they are single nor they make meaning when they are not arranged properly…so moral of the story is:
We always keep on thinking…think about us, our friends, society…wherever we go…whatever we see we keep on thinking and analyzing, criticizing it. Sometimes it results fruitfully…sometimes we just waste time. Sometimes we ignite flame of same thought in others and are the pioneer! Well no one can exactly describe what thoughts can do... But the thoughts came in my mind yesterday were very instructive for me. They just didn’t flash and go. These thoughts have affected me deeply. Please don’t ask me how that thought of killing man and suing case are valid…I am not only talking about the people and BMC and Mumbai…they are dealing with psychology of common people. We all are common and at the same time uncommon in some other way…we should think about it and explore more and actually implement the positive changes… I was actually searching a dustbin which led me to think about our system. It forced me to think about the senseless system and so called citizens which include us. Are all these things justifiable? Lets think and try to answer this question………………….
