Who are you? I asked him.
He replied, “I am fine”! I made fun of
him and said, “You do not know English.”
“Bhaiyya, my name is FINE,” he clarified and walked away.
I was surprised.
Friday, June 26, 2009
WHAT IS THIS LIFE IF FULL OF CARE?
What is this life if, full of care?
The other day, I got an opportunity to re-read one of my favourite poems, ‘Leisure’ by W H Davies while preparing for some project work.
I am not explaining what’s poem all about but definitely it describes about the businees of human life and we have no time for anything but work, work and more work!
We are too busy to look around what’s happening. The poem instantly makes you realize this, especially the first two lines:
“What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?”
We are sandwiched between the webs of the life and we barely have time for ourselves, friends or for our own family.
It also reminded me of another poem where the poet has decribed the present situation of human being:
Saare naam mobile mein hain
Per dosti ke liye waqt nahi.
Yes! Probably, we have become machine man in the age of machine world leaving little space for the human feelings but I am sure we all long leisure inspite of Robert Frost saying:
And miles to go before I sleep.
And miles to go before I sleep.
The other day, I got an opportunity to re-read one of my favourite poems, ‘Leisure’ by W H Davies while preparing for some project work.
I am not explaining what’s poem all about but definitely it describes about the businees of human life and we have no time for anything but work, work and more work!
We are too busy to look around what’s happening. The poem instantly makes you realize this, especially the first two lines:
“What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?”
We are sandwiched between the webs of the life and we barely have time for ourselves, friends or for our own family.
It also reminded me of another poem where the poet has decribed the present situation of human being:
Saare naam mobile mein hain
Per dosti ke liye waqt nahi.
Yes! Probably, we have become machine man in the age of machine world leaving little space for the human feelings but I am sure we all long leisure inspite of Robert Frost saying:
And miles to go before I sleep.
And miles to go before I sleep.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
APRIL IS THE FUNNIEST MONTH...
“April is the cruelest month”, says T S Eliot. For me it is the FUNNIEST.
All walk away from our lives in the path of life and only few remain inside our hearts: forever!
Last April, when I was busy cooking meal for the day, all of a sudden I heard somebody knocking my door. I opened the door. I saw a weak and lean woman in her tattered clothes. As soon se she saw me, she started weeping. Her eyes were full of tears. I asked kya hua? She did not reply. I was confused.
She indicated that she was deaf and dumb. I was feeling uncomfortable. I suspected she might ask something and there she did exactly that. She asked for money in a kind of sign language.
She explained she was poor and had not taken food for three days. I felt bad for her but wasn’t in a mood to part away even with a single penny. I explained that I was also a poor boy. The way she looked at me made me feel guilty as if she was saying,” LIAR!” But I pretended as if nothing happened.
I agreed to give her some Rice. She showed her refusal to acknowledge my offer. She wanted money. I was unenthusiastic to give her that. My friends had gathered around by that time. They saw me communicating in a so called sign-language. “Dost aaya hai madad kar do, my friends teased me when they come to know about the state of affairs.
They even laughed at me calling kanjus when I refused to give her money. Nevertheless, when she smelled that I was not in a mood to change my mind, she agreed to accept rice. But she also demanded for a plate. I was annoyed.I refused and asked her to go away.
Everything was as usual but she re-appeared after few days and asked for help. As usual, I gave her two glasses of rice.
The saga continued for few more days……
One day I was not in my room. When I reached my room, my friends teased me saying, Tumhara best friend aaya thaa. I did understand. They explained that the same woman had come. I was sick of this strange woman. I prayed “hey bhagwaan yeh kaun peeche pad gaya” but even god did not answer. She kept coming every now and then.
One evening I left the office before time. I was in a hurry to reach Nirjuli. I reached the tempo stand in Nahrlagun. I saw a crowd. When I went near the crowd, I was stunned. I saw the same women. I was infuriated and angry to see her. She was making a scene over there. She was not a deaf and dumb and saw her speaking and shouting at some men. I went nearer to her. When she saw me, her expression changed at once. She fooled me all those days!
All walk away from our lives in the path of life and only few remain inside our hearts: forever!
Last April, when I was busy cooking meal for the day, all of a sudden I heard somebody knocking my door. I opened the door. I saw a weak and lean woman in her tattered clothes. As soon se she saw me, she started weeping. Her eyes were full of tears. I asked kya hua? She did not reply. I was confused.
She indicated that she was deaf and dumb. I was feeling uncomfortable. I suspected she might ask something and there she did exactly that. She asked for money in a kind of sign language.
She explained she was poor and had not taken food for three days. I felt bad for her but wasn’t in a mood to part away even with a single penny. I explained that I was also a poor boy. The way she looked at me made me feel guilty as if she was saying,” LIAR!” But I pretended as if nothing happened.
I agreed to give her some Rice. She showed her refusal to acknowledge my offer. She wanted money. I was unenthusiastic to give her that. My friends had gathered around by that time. They saw me communicating in a so called sign-language. “Dost aaya hai madad kar do, my friends teased me when they come to know about the state of affairs.
They even laughed at me calling kanjus when I refused to give her money. Nevertheless, when she smelled that I was not in a mood to change my mind, she agreed to accept rice. But she also demanded for a plate. I was annoyed.I refused and asked her to go away.
Everything was as usual but she re-appeared after few days and asked for help. As usual, I gave her two glasses of rice.
The saga continued for few more days……
One day I was not in my room. When I reached my room, my friends teased me saying, Tumhara best friend aaya thaa. I did understand. They explained that the same woman had come. I was sick of this strange woman. I prayed “hey bhagwaan yeh kaun peeche pad gaya” but even god did not answer. She kept coming every now and then.
One evening I left the office before time. I was in a hurry to reach Nirjuli. I reached the tempo stand in Nahrlagun. I saw a crowd. When I went near the crowd, I was stunned. I saw the same women. I was infuriated and angry to see her. She was making a scene over there. She was not a deaf and dumb and saw her speaking and shouting at some men. I went nearer to her. When she saw me, her expression changed at once. She fooled me all those days!
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