Year: 2009

Footprints

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Have you ever walked over sand? Then, have you noticed the footprints behind you? They are not just footprints. They are silent teachers. You have to be a good student for them to be your teacher. Don’t recall your mark sheets… I know they are best suited lying dead in that folder and locked in a locker. They don’t say a thing about how good student you are. Just try to listen and read the footprints. You’ll be proud being a good student.

So what do they teach you? When you look behind you’ll notice that some footprints have faded. Those footprints is you, some moments back. That tells you, time will never let you be the same person. That’s why, You never meet the same person again. It becomes difficult to find yourself, what you were in your past. Add to it our memories, which too tend to fade with time.

They teach us to find happiness in small things and that your low time will be over soon. Just as they fade as the time passes. Be careful and be true to your conscience as someone else may be stepping over your footprints and following the same path as you.

You’ll never be alone all the time when you walk. There will be a stage where the path will be full of footprints. So much so that you won’t be able to clearly distinguish between them. You won’t be able to see your path. You are lost. This is the stage when you have to discover yourself and discover your path. Find a way out of these chaos. Create your own path.

While you walk, there will be footprints which may act as a guide. Trust yourself. Trust your instincts. Walk with those footprints to find whether they are guiding you or misguiding you. But remember, A guide can only show you the path. He will never teach you how to walk.

Throughout the journey, you’ll find few who will leave footprint on your heart (Don’t worry. They won’t be stepping on your heart). Never ever let these footprints fade away. Then, Even if you are walking alone, you won’t be alone.

Till the footprints become your teacher
Think Nonsense…

The Naked Dog

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A typical day and a typical Indian street. I am walking from my home on the way to my office(Site office to be precise). Luckily for me, My office is just at a walkable distance. That’s probably 5-6 minutes. On this typical day I find changes. It’s November and rain is over(It’s not. Thanks to Phyan). This is the time when the road sides are occupied by shrubs or small plants. Municipality sends a person with Grass cutter. It’ll be a miracle if they do their job complete. So they leave whatever they cut on the road. No need to clean. I find a cat eating some leaves from the left over.

Moving ahead there is a spring which is there for years. The area I live is known by the name of that spring(Springs do have a name). Earlier locals used to drink water from this but now you only find outsiders taking bath and doing their stuff there. A gutter goes by the side of this spring.(I already said it’s a typical Indian street.) There is an open space aside of this spring where some cars are parked. And this place is also the hangout of the street dogs. Between all the dogs I find a dog without hairs. Some kind of disease which makes dog naked.

November month marks the start of mating season. You’ll find dogs doing that thing openly, as if we don’t exist. This poor naked fella finds it difficult to move into the club of the dogs. He is separate from others keeping safe distance, with fear in his eyes and his tail down inside between the back legs. At that moment I thought we are also dogs and not monkeys. A person with physical abnormalities will stay away from the crowd. Just like that naked dog.

A couple of month back, I saw a similar dog. This one was a pet dog. There was a hut giving shelter to a family of labor. This dog was their pet. Unless you are from PETA or a die-hard dog lover(I doubt about them too), no one cares about these dogs. No one want’s to keep them as pets. This dog started barking when I came close to the hut alarming that labor. I found this a bit strange. This is no different dog if it had some hairs on it. He does his job even without hairs, even if the ones with hairs keep him distant. I quite liked this quality and wonder if this exists in us. Does it??

I hope that such dogs end up finding a mate.

P.S.: It’s complete coincidence that this post is also related to hair. I realized it at the end. Please don’t conclude that I write only about hairs or I am bald. :love:

The First White Hair

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Two years back, while I was trying to comb my hair I found the first white hair. At first I thought it’s just a reflection of light from behind. But some days later my sis pointed some white hairs back of my head. I was like… Oh $#@t!!! I am getting older. It was the same time when I just started blogging. I don’t know why I didn’t blog about this.

First white hair is sort of turning point in your life. Often we relate it to experience. Your experience is directly proportional to the amount of white hairs on your head(What about the ones who are bald??). That’s why they say “These white hairs have seen a lot more things than you have.” Try to imagine a character artist saying this line. Becomes more effective. I have been involved in many conversations where this sentence struck.

The sad part of this story is that white hairs are on the verge of extinct. Hair dyes or Hair colors have changed this era. If you find someone with colored hair than he got white hairs(Most probably. I use these two words to save my life). A couple of months back my cousin brother colored his hair with white color. Not all but just the front part. I asked him why?? He said, “Everyone’s is coloring with brown, orange, pink and white is getting extinct. This is to save the whites and to get a different look among others.” True said. The only person with white hair I remember is Mr. Amitabh Bacchan with his white beard. Even the mothers in TV serials now don’t have white hairs. It’s difficult to differentiate who is mother and who is wife if you watch the serial for the first time.

I find it easy to bond and have conversation with white haired persons than youngsters of my age group. Maybe it’s because we are like haired, as in “like skinned” or “like religion”. Kind of Birds of the same feather flock together. They got a lot of experience and I have a big appetite for life experiences. I listen when they talk. Though on the verge of extinction, these white hairs can be found in places called old age homes. I am glad that at least someone is saving the white hairs.

Till you find your first white hair…
Think Nonsense…

When Superheroes Retired

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This post is inspired from my previous post. A part of this originates from the movie Incredibles. You decide whether to call this plagiarism or improvisation(what’s that???). If you haven’t seen that movie then you may also think that the director lifted my idea to make his film. I am leaving this up to you to make your brain think for a while and get some exercise else it would rust lying idle there.

99% of you must have figured out by now that I’ll be talking about superheroes. These are peoples just like you and me but having weird dressing sense. I actually call them superheroes because no one else can wear their dresses. Who will wear an underwear above his pants? Who will wear capes which may get stuck and out you into trouble? My shirt gets stuck to latches, corner of table, nails and such sharp or pointed things(May be I am a bit careless). Imagine how they must be handling it.

Superheroes were born to fight against crime and save the cities or the whole world from evil things. Just for a second, try to recall a person who fights against crime or is trying to deliver justice. You’ll notice that he faces a lot of criticism and actually people are against him. Similar thing is about superheroes. It’s even said that they create their own troubles and then solve those so that everyone calls them superheroes. So much for bring super. Continue reading →