I am confounded again. Sometimes I wonder, doesn’t the brain
get tired, trying to astonish me with revelations and understandings. The kid
on the street doesn’t have the time to think and pontificate like my brain
does. His brain just chugs along smoothly, without any stumbling thinking
chunks. This again brings the question to my mind,
‘Do those who are comfortable and have enough to satiate
their beings have the luxury to go on these intellectual spiritual
expeditions?’.
It is so childlike, the kid’s antics in the rains, isn’t he
a kid, so why will it not be childlike; because this kid on the street lost his
innocence, his sensitivity, his plain curiosity and his spirit to battle life
with a child’s determination; yet he has zero regrets, on the contrary, he
wants to collect his bearings and leave Bombay, a city that he holds
responsible for his state, not realizing that it could be anyway. Though, after
his anger has boiled down, he says, “Shaher
ki koi galti nahin, na zindagi ki hai, bas galti hai”
His sentence lingers in my over active brain trying to
assimilate the sub-texts.
God, quit this brain-less endeavor!
