Sunday, July 1, 2007

X CROSS ROAD X

He was helpless . He was standing and watching humanity as I do. He was too weak to cross the road . Some one from the other side of road was shouting at him. He took them for granted. He was smiling. His face was dull but his smile was bright.

I asked him why people are shouting at him, he was left with no answers..
I asked him "why you came to this side of road?".. He said "I don’t like the other side."
His hair was uncombed.. His shirt was torn.. He was barefoot…
Is he made to be like this?
Is this the fault of him or the fault of society..?
He likes to remain in the this side of the road.. Here he can see greeneries.. Here he can smell nature.. Here he had that smile..
Now..He prays.. He cries.. But violently he is taken to the other side.. The materialistic side.. And he is made to stay there itself.

When he had crossed the road to come to this side, people shouted at him. They frightened him.. They made his life dreadful..
Nobody likes this side of the road.. No one wants to live in the realistic side..
They find reasons to avoid realistic side.. They want to live by mind rather than by heart.. Therby they remain in materialistic side.

As I stay back in the realistic side, seeing the little boy violently dragged to the materialistic side ..The little boy was still crying… His shirt was torn.. His face was more dull.. He had people around him who were still scolding him for crossing to the other side.. He was taught that crossing the road hereafter is a sin and that he had been given last excuse.. An elderly priest was also preaching him the same thing, taking quotes from epics.

I was laughing.. Human beings always like misery.. They always like to travel towards uncertainity..

On which side of road are you now..?