Is it really worth asking?
Time keeps nothing in its pocket. Things keep changing, people too. Once those clean palms, are now greased up. Those tireless legs are shaking in fear, forehead could sense the droplets of disgust running through the mind, heart ceasing to face the openness of this world. World seems confined to my place. These four blocks could deter the rays of settling sun or beaming moon, but not my thoughts.
"Which team won NBA finals last year?", asked a paper. I pondered over it for few minutes, recalling names of big leagues and shot it back at earliest. May be a year or two from now, I shall not recall the big, golden names. I may not recall the players who tamed fame, those names and fame may wipe out from memory; but shall never hesitate to narrate the ephemeral joys of childhood. Shall never fade those faces of friends, which made this world beautiful. Old lived names of them could bring a joyous smile on my face. The glories of world wars may diminish, but never the scars over the fight with my best friend.
Then why do we run after fame or money? We leave this peaceful and beautiful world, left the bunch of old good friends, left those protective shades of home; for whom? These thoughts persisted in my mind throughout the journey.
Been stuck in this baffled league pooh-poohing over the notorious manners of living, life seems no better than a Mercedes Benz.
A banner said : You can't tame this engine, but we have taught it some manners !!
Time keeps nothing in its pocket. Things keep changing, people too. Once those clean palms, are now greased up. Those tireless legs are shaking in fear, forehead could sense the droplets of disgust running through the mind, heart ceasing to face the openness of this world. World seems confined to my place. These four blocks could deter the rays of settling sun or beaming moon, but not my thoughts.
"Which team won NBA finals last year?", asked a paper. I pondered over it for few minutes, recalling names of big leagues and shot it back at earliest. May be a year or two from now, I shall not recall the big, golden names. I may not recall the players who tamed fame, those names and fame may wipe out from memory; but shall never hesitate to narrate the ephemeral joys of childhood. Shall never fade those faces of friends, which made this world beautiful. Old lived names of them could bring a joyous smile on my face. The glories of world wars may diminish, but never the scars over the fight with my best friend.
Then why do we run after fame or money? We leave this peaceful and beautiful world, left the bunch of old good friends, left those protective shades of home; for whom? These thoughts persisted in my mind throughout the journey.
Been stuck in this baffled league pooh-poohing over the notorious manners of living, life seems no better than a Mercedes Benz.
A banner said : You can't tame this engine, but we have taught it some manners !!
1 comment:
Life is not limited to few friends (few old golden names) its all about finding more and balancing them with special one.. we need change that's why v strive for more without knowing what it had cost or what it will??
Enjoy every bit of it.. :P
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