"There is no such simple thing as life,
and there is no such difficult thing as life,
choice is always ours..."
and there is no such difficult thing as life,
choice is always ours..."Sometimes we are so much caught up into things that we don't realize that we are making ourselves sacrifice. People love to sacrifice, especially when it comes in the context of our loved ones.
I was sitting there in 'Tatkal(instant) reservation' coach. This man was sitting in front of me. I and my family were talking and having fun. I saw the man in the above posture and clicked his photograph. After looking at the photograph, I talked to the man for some time. He had his rustic way of expressing. He was a bit rigid in answering. I tried to understand that his photograph is not actually depicting his life but he is conveying of a middle aged commoner. One who sacrifices a lot, much more for his family. He would earn to feed and to make everyone happy. Even he would fake it to be happy just to give happiness to others.And at the end of the day when he meets his solitude. He sees the sacrifice and looks out in the evening clouds. Thinking of the things he could be, if he
didn't choose certain paths of life. But he thinks that he was bound to what he is now.
He looks away from the window and again he tries to involve himself in the happiness given to others by him. Knowing that he might be deprived of reverence for his well doings.
Seeing him, I remembered the lines of a song...."For my pride and my promise...Between my lies and how the truth gets in the way..."
This is my testimonial to all those who Sacrifice a large part of their lives for their loved ones.
Gaurav Saluja
I was sitting there in 'Tatkal(instant) reservation' coach. This man was sitting in front of me. I and my family were talking and having fun. I saw the man in the above posture and clicked his photograph. After looking at the photograph, I talked to the man for some time. He had his rustic way of expressing. He was a bit rigid in answering. I tried to understand that his photograph is not actually depicting his life but he is conveying of a middle aged commoner. One who sacrifices a lot, much more for his family. He would earn to feed and to make everyone happy. Even he would fake it to be happy just to give happiness to others.And at the end of the day when he meets his solitude. He sees the sacrifice and looks out in the evening clouds. Thinking of the things he could be, if he
didn't choose certain paths of life. But he thinks that he was bound to what he is now.
He looks away from the window and again he tries to involve himself in the happiness given to others by him. Knowing that he might be deprived of reverence for his well doings.
Seeing him, I remembered the lines of a song...."For my pride and my promise...Between my lies and how the truth gets in the way..."
This is my testimonial to all those who Sacrifice a large part of their lives for their loved ones.
Gaurav Saluja
3 comments:
Again, no doubt, an excellent piece of text.
i enjoyed the way you, in few sentences, reflected the man's life.
I could easily connect to it.
It was refreshing.
PRAG.
I deep heartedly salute ur divine, sanctified emotions 2wards mankind...
This txt has givn a big issue to deeply think ovr, to ol dose ppl who hav ceased thinking bout humanity & mankind...
God Bless U..!!!
i liked the "for my pride and my promise" i liked the picture too. there was alot of psychological aspects cming out of it. unspoken words were indicating alot!! i stopped and looked at it for a while. good work keep it up!!
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