What’s better, I wonder. Crazy ideas- crisscross, turbulent thoughts-good or bad, your very own lookout at life- sane or insane and thereby restless, sleepless nights.. Or, simple life with acceptance to the tried and tested ideas, borrowed thoughts, second-hand visions , but.. a very very good night’s sleep..I wonder. Every now and then.
And then I look at the world, at the things happening around with a childlike eager for whom anything and everything is an object of interest..and of immense pleasure. The knowledge of what all things are happening all around me..or even the imagination of things that might be happening, leaves me dumbstruck. I see how life means different to different people..how the definition of happiness varies..even the definitions of sorrows, solitude and loneliness.. in fact, definition of everything, including love. And then I marvel at the situations when one’s feeling is being completely misunderstood by the other. Difference in the definitions you see !
I look out of my cab, everyday, in and out with my eyes fixed on the moving road and my nose on the window glass, well, if it’s not open. I pass by a neglected pavement, filled with equally neglected yellow flowers. My eyes reflect those flowers for fraction of seconds first and then the tremendous happiness. Happiness of watching the beauty without pretence, in its original form. Happiness of remembering my loved ones in a very fond way and imagining how would they have loved the flowers as well. My eyes smile irresistibly, while the co-passengers’ eyes are full of questions and some doubts about my sanity. Definitions vary, I told you..
I then pass by a group of youngsters, they look very happy. Eavesdropping tells me they are talking about some pop music..or some hiphop. I don’t understand these neither do I understand why is it making them seemingly happy. All I do is shrug it off and agree once more to the fact that- the definitions vary..
But then..there are these people you meet, just my chance. Something whispers in your ears that they have similar definitions of things as yours. Well, not the same, but definitely similar..definitely on the similar lines. And then you know, you are destined to be together. You are destined to know each other’s definition , understand those and with time, appreciate those. Possibly, re-adjusting your own definitions too. It’s not easy. Not at all. Its produces frictions. And heat. But then, it’s a pleasure. A treasure as well. Unknowingly you start to look at the world with their eyes too, applying their definitions. World becomes even more beautiful, I must say..more colorful. Sitting in a wooden temple listening to the rain, together, with some dreams shattered , with some hopes of tomorrow, makes it a magical moment then. A magical moment private to the people with similar ideas..similar definitions..
