The waves singing the lullaby of nature...breaking the deafening silence by hitting themselves aesthetically to the huge rocks that is adorned by the crawling crabs, some moving restlessly while others basking under the evening rays of the crimson colored sun...the chirruping of the flying birds doubling the beauty of the evening sky that seems to have merged with the sea far away.... Beaches have always been an attraction for me since i was a kid, overlooking the fact that as a kid I used to have nightmares of drowning in an ocean.but honestly..They just take me away from myself; I just love to feel the cool breeze flowing me & the melancholy voice of the waves hitting the shore...sometimes the ambiance becomes so still that one can actually hear the sound of his own breath...i have this habit of getting lost in my own web of thoughts when I am on a beach, so today rather than spending time with myself & ending up with tears at the end, I decided to kill time by watching people...totally relaxing it is... the lovely sight of kids hoping around...lovers whispering sweet nothings onto each other’s ears, families relaxing & clicking each others pics, aged people- some lost in their own mysterious worlds while some engaging all their senses into discussions on topics that no one but them would enjoy to indulge in...Group of ladies tattling & enjoying their hearty meal of junk food, fitness freaks jogging around...the balloon walas trying their level best too woo kids to persuade their momma’s to buy them some lovely balloons from them...the vendors publicizing n fighting with others to prove that no 1 sells better panipuris, sundel, candy floss in town than them...less fortunate people begging around withstanding the straight faced people that includes most of the above mentioned...
there was something that kept me glued to the place...there was a kid around 7 who belonged to one of the balloon walas...he was begging &crying, although i couldn’t understand his language but from his gestures I could make out that he was trying to say that he was awfully hungry. One of us handed him over a packet of brown bread...he was soooo very elated...i seriously cant describe those shining eyes filled with happiness...he then straight went running to his mother to show her what he got for himself....n she equally anticipated in her son's happiness ....
on the opposite road there was a veryyy cute baby must be something around 5..a French, accompanied by his mum...dressed in lovely clothes...he was running all over carrying a round blue balloon with his mum chasing him...seemed to be a perfect lovely image.... This made me wonder:...how diverse each of one us is from the other...why do we have to do things that we do...why cant we have it the way we expected to have happened...if
dreams are to be broken...then whatz the point in dreaming...there are so many hindrances that block our paths & prevent us to reach our destination...
I never intended to land up in a field where one is expected to sell his own ideas, creations that I would rather prefer to keep it to myself...how can one think of earning money from things that you enjoy doing in life, by displaying them & giving others the right to judge them,, n showcasing your personal creation over someone who is not you....how can one turn into a plastic puppet so as to get a momentary pleasure by achieving some materialistic luxury...why are we expected to keep running when we are totally aware that, while we are busy chasing worldly pleasres we might overlook the small joys that once used to liven up our souls n minds......
I thought over it;which made me realise that there are certain common reasons associated with everything done by an individual....there are things that we have to do..inspite of not really wanting them to...all I can do is to accept life as it shows with a smile..coz u never know...what you goin to see the next day....
~~~IPSITA~~~~
2 comments:
Impressive, indeed.
Quite appealing speculations.
Looks great. poetic expression. grand one.
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