As the Car stopped at a signal, I gazed at people, waiting for the green light to flicker and to continue their journey. My mind started wandering in a valley of thoughts. Where are they coming from and where are they going?
It is perplexing how man has homogenized in this world.
A middle-aged man tiredly waited on a motorbike with bread hanging in a plastic bag on the handle of his bike perhaps he was going home after a frenetic day. Behind him was a bus packed with jadedly standing people returning from work, students and generally people traveling, a family was in a jovial mood in their air-conditioned car. Some beggars prattling in a group. Traffic was rushing on the next road. People were standing at the bus stop lost in their lives. The market was glittery with lights and busy as usual.
I marveled how man has envisaged his existence. How he learned to live here, found activities to do, to keep him busy, learned tricks to showoff, yet this assumingly free creature is bond to do only what he is allowed to!
After centuries of existence and using wisdom that was nurtured by hundreds of generations, and by achieving heights of advancements, he is where he started. Man is helpless in changing key things that comes with the package!
It is perplexing how man has homogenized in this world.
A middle-aged man tiredly waited on a motorbike with bread hanging in a plastic bag on the handle of his bike perhaps he was going home after a frenetic day. Behind him was a bus packed with jadedly standing people returning from work, students and generally people traveling, a family was in a jovial mood in their air-conditioned car. Some beggars prattling in a group. Traffic was rushing on the next road. People were standing at the bus stop lost in their lives. The market was glittery with lights and busy as usual.
I marveled how man has envisaged his existence. How he learned to live here, found activities to do, to keep him busy, learned tricks to showoff, yet this assumingly free creature is bond to do only what he is allowed to!
After centuries of existence and using wisdom that was nurtured by hundreds of generations, and by achieving heights of advancements, he is where he started. Man is helpless in changing key things that comes with the package!
He has to eat when he is hungry, he has to sleep when he is tired, he must open his eyes to see, he ought to breathe to survive. He cannot break the chain! Coming here was not his choice, nor would leaving this world be.
He still plays with things granted to him; he cannot make something new without using material already present. Yet strangely, he stands swollen with pride of his intelligence. Just like a child who is given toy blocks to play with. Sometimes he makes house out of it, some times a bridge, and flamboyantly displays his creations.
With given resources he cannot look beyond the blue sky that covers his world. With inventions, there is always an endless universe to discover. There is no end or the limits get as far from him as close he tries to get to them!
Living in an illusion, he has convinced himself to be in a reality.
It is strange how man owns something that previously belonged to people before him. He dwells on the land where people before him lived and died just like him! Thing he owns today will belong to someone else tomorrow yet he is busy in planning for future exhausting himself in the process just like his ancestors.
Nothing is his, not even he himself, yet all belongs to him. He has a house, a family whole world for him, yet he is a stranger to himself. He sees some one else inside him when he looks in his own eyes in a reflection. He wants to live forever and ever yet an infinite life scares him.
It is mystifying that he breathes in the air that the first man inhaled! He lives under the same sky; sun that shines on him today has scattered its radiance in the worlds of the past too and have seen the nations rise and fall. Dazzling stars that shine tonight have glistened the nights for societies before him.
He feeds on what grows from earth, and drinks water that skies sprinkle. He wears wool that sheep produce, and cottons that a flower offers. His most treasured possessions are stones that mountains veil, just like a child who while digging the earth finds an interesting looking twig or a pretty seashell along the seaside and keeps it in a secret place and guards it with his life.
He feeds on what grows from earth, and drinks water that skies sprinkle. He wears wool that sheep produce, and cottons that a flower offers. His most treasured possessions are stones that mountains veil, just like a child who while digging the earth finds an interesting looking twig or a pretty seashell along the seaside and keeps it in a secret place and guards it with his life.
He feeds on what grows from earth, and drinks water that skies sprinkle. He lives in world already garlanded for him, with exactly all he needs and nothing more or less.
What is he doing then: Perhaps just playing with the toys, frittering his time?
