Brain-less endeavor!

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!