The rush to zero

I was on my way to work, view was fixed on the road and the brain was randomly jumping from one topic to another. Suddenly the wallet,  that small guy with a big appetite, called me by name and asked for a refill. I stopped my bike next to one of those money wending machine; those moronic creature who made the process of emptying our bank account faster.

There were two automated teller machines and two people, which made me the third person in an imaginary queue. As I waited, I noted that this ATM is on a higher altitude with respect to the road. Though I was impatient to resume my journey to office, I observed a different perspective of people driving, just like I do. They were not driving or riding, it was a mad race to reach the office.

'slow down a bit and appreciate the beauty of life'

Hundreds of bikes, cars and other vehicles were rushing towards their destination, and it was not even 8 in the morning. They were trying to beat signals and was moving faster to get ahead of the vehicle in front of them. At that moment, I was amazed to realize that unknowingly I am also a part of this. I rush everyday to office and hardly look at the people who share the road with me, leave alone getting time to enjoy the long ride.

As I write this blog, I'm taking some time to think about this rush, a little digressed from the routine. Though going to work and coming back is a necessity, why wouldn't I do it a little slow? Why would I speed up just to reach work, even if I am ahead of the schedule? Why can't I enjoy a slow ride to and from work? And moreover, why would not I take some time to appreciate the beauty and value of things and people around?

I have forgot when was the last time I enjoyed the beauty of sky, I don't listen to music as I used to and I have to complete reading a book, which is long pending. I have decided to slow down a bit and appreciate the beauty of life. Rushing to nothingness would be a point of no return after a certain point. There is a reason why there are full stops, commas and colons in writing, we also need them in life, as and when it requires.


Photo: Brimspark, sxc.hu

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

'THE' Wednesday

Image
Obviously you know what it would be about, yes the big match today. Normally Wednesdays are like the half finished medicine bottles when you are ill; you know that you are getting well by the end of it but you still have to go through the torture and finish half of it. But this Wednesday, excitement is in the air, as India confronts our neighbour Pakistan in another head-on sporting battle. As we know, India-Pakistan matches are normally considered as the mother of all cricket matches and when it is the semi final match of World Cup, it acts as a natural pacemaker. Just like anyone else, I want Team India to win and it will be extremely delightful to watch Sachin and the boys (don't expect Dhoni and boys from me!) beating Pakistan in this spectacle. But let us keep it in a level where we can see it as a game, with pure sportsman spirit. Yes, I will be sad if anything goes against India in this game, but then we can try and avoid comparisons to terr...
Read more

Popularitchy

Image
"The green beer hashes onomatopoeia in the urge. Ailurophile fails after onomatopoeia. Will the expertise offend around onomatopoeia? The wonder renders the ruler. Ailurophile destroys the dirt next to the sober tone. How does onomatopoeia struggle after Ailurophile?" Before cursing me, or yelling "WTF!!" at me for writing the above paragraph I solely disown any connection with it except for finding 'Ailurophile' and 'onomatopoeia' from a site and putting it here . We have seen blogs/books/notes etc., which makes no sense but only noise and ultimately disgust through such style of writing (if I can call them so!). According to me, we basically write for two objectives; 1) To express oneself and to share it with a close group of people 2) To impress; mostly to appeal external audience, but the author derives some kind of satisfaction through his work, as people read, understand and enjoy it. There is a third type which is a mix of both, but ultim...
Read more

Fragile egos, failing society

We have failed as a society. Damn it, we have failed as living creatures. Malayalis can bury their head in the sand and flash their golden HDI card, while accepting that we are a morally corrupt society. This might come as a surprise, but Madhu would have been beaten to death regardless of his tribal tag. A majority of Keralites find it amusing to pamper their fragile egos by putting their nose in to others business. Ocassionally, this ends up in mob/group violence. Trust me when I say this, we are a coward lot if not in a group. We are apathethic towards stronger enemies. However, when we have our chance, we pound upon the weaker prey, and even kill him. You would not belive when I say that it is difficult to go out with my wife in certain parts of my town (Kottayam) after 7 PM. Young boys would come and peep through the car window, 'ensuring' that nothing illicit is going on. Madhu's case was a tad bit different. He was poor, moreover he was hungry. He had soci...
Read more