Solitude........the state of being alone
My belief says solitude is the only practical state of being in this modern world. Each person for himself. Yet after all these year, reading other friends blog i have an urge to write my own. My blog is aimed at talking about people, lonely people. it can be about me also:). Just thinking about endless stories written on their faces. Faces say a lot more than words. My friends have often found me standing alone in the balcony of my old, infact very old, hall in IIT, thinking about something. Nobody have a slightest idea about what i think and what's inside me. I guess even i dont know. Sounds funny but people are like that. Dont know what they want, but still thinking about it all the time trying to find there own self. Let me start with a story of a boy who for atleast one moment knew exactly what he wanted.
The Kite
Today, on my way to home in an autorick, my mind was just wandering around seeing the cars honking and overtaking, until i saw a child in an open sapce behind the fence near the footpath. The weather was nice today, in a sense that it was a bit cloudy, breezy, and lots of people like that child had an opportunity to fly their kite. Fortunately, my auto had to stop just nearby, where i had to wait for a bus. The bus was nowhere to be seen for a few minutes and this gave me some time to observe that child. He was dressed shabbily, and most probably was from a nearby slum. He had muddy hair, and pale face. Must be in his teens, most probably 12 or something. He was holding a kite, bright red in colour with a yellow circle in the middle. This kite meant a lot to that kid. The concentration and eagerness on his face while he was tying a knot in the kite would have even put Leonardo to lower level while he himself was painting the MonaLisa. Their was nothing in his mind at that moment apart from that kite. Just the thought about this made me feel a bit jealous of him. Such moments are few in life of people who get sofisticated by pursuing higher studies especially engineering. Such people can never figure out their purpose in life. Get entangled in the web of this materialistic world so much, that they can never come out of it even when they see their purpose with naked eyes. Getting back to the kite, the child was already finished with knot and was ready to fly his kite into the endless blue sky. But sadly, the story was coming to an end each moment as my bus was approaching the bus stop. The bus was crowded, with all those sad, frustrated and perspiring faces who still havent found their kite which could colour up their gloomy black sky with though small but bright vibrant coloured patch. Even i looked like one of them. But standing in the bus, peeping through the bus window, seeing that smile on the child face who's kite by now was already soaring in the sky, i guess i found my solace. The bus was speeding away and so was the vision of the boy in my eyes.
I guess after coming home, just wanted to hear one song,
"Dil Dhoodhta hai phir wohi fursat ke raat din"