Congestion of Thoughts !!!

Each time I see a college student walking on road grabbing a Computer Science book in hand, reminds me of MIT.
Each time I see a music lover headbanging on a bike on road way reminds me of Metallica concert.
Each time I see a conglomeration of members reminds me of my family which is spread in 5 directions.
Each time I see a gal wearing apron and a spectacle reminds me of ..... my backache treatment !!!

Sitting at the last corner of the bus passing through the graveyard and having an ascent of 'The Ecstasy of Gold' certainly had this thought come in my mind "Everything that has a beginning, has an end". The sheer number of experiences we all have is uncountable, breathtaking. The infinite possibilities each day holds us should stagger the mind. I jot some of my experiences. MIT, PyCon, Metallica Live, Relation all standstill, with slight repercussion. Living trapped in loops, seeing each day and responding the same way, thinking on same thoughts, a slight variation on the last.

Few miles crossed and comes to rehabilitation centre for Paraplegic. People much alive to see the pain of theirs. Touched and supported by the hands of indirect God. I daily think, have the same thoughts and respond to the condition in the same way "May God bless them". Adding few more miles, children playing in the water nearby sewage pipe. Lost somewhere in their own thoughts and an SUV blows 110dB horn at them. Slow down let them enjoy you educated fool. You've got a big chunk of space to get your SUV through, rather than adultering sewage water with your clean tubeless tyres and that fag of a cig. Thinking the same way and with slight variation I respond "May God bless them".

Waiting for the signal to go green, watching outside for the spectacular girl waiting on the same signal with her fiance. Thought the same way if she could have at least understood it would have been unimaginably infinitesimal fraction of my feelings. Nevertheless, I think the same way with slight variation "May God bless them". A family of mendicants on the road some with downblouse, torn clothes, having an insight if someone could get them along. A coin or a Re. for that matter makes many wicked, heinous men to have the shameful glimpse of the Indian poverty on road. I react the same way "May God bless them".

Packing the laptop and other office stuff and rushing to catch the morning flight to reach home at the earliest to attend a long waited Diwali. Trying to start the bike and after 100 bike strokes and failing the security person comes and asks "Shall I help you start the bike ?" I said "I will handle it, may be the bike is dry, I will get to the nearest petrol pump". Giggling at me "Its 10 PM now and you would hardly get any petrol pump in this area, I will ask my brother who stays some miles from here will get some petrol for your bike". Struggling on my words scattered "Oh, that would be of great help". Meanwhile we had some conversation, I asked "You aren't goin home, its Diwali time". He simply explained, "Sir, we don't have any holidays, even if its Diwali. Even if I have to take the leave I will have to lose 150 Rs just to go on an occasion when my Son passed away few days ago". Rationalizing things in mind "Man, how much I spend for one day. And things go worsen when I decide to sit in a bar" Fueling bike after getting the petrol "Hey please keep this amount for petrol". They both in chorus "Its a Diwali gift from us to you". I am finding short of words to explain this. These are the Men of Honor. "May God bless them"

Envisioning and forgetting, I don't know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. It doesn't involve tempering life to better fit someone's expectations. It doesn't involve constantly holding back for fear of shaking things up. Saw somewhere, there is no fate but what we make of ourselves. Hey I got all my life to live, I got all my love to give, I will survive, I will survive.. hey hey hey !!!

Really congested :P