In the rain
A man walked down the road holding hand of his ten year old son…
Life is hard. A dull, mundane monotony that stops as suddenly as it had started. No meaning, no reasons, no choices but a bleak, dark continuity. Man scurrying away to work every morning of his life, to the same place he had been to five days of a week, sometimes six, and sometimes even seven. Woman cleaning, cooking and handling kids at home. Child remembering hard the sixth line of the first page of the third chapter for the nth history test in his class. He is not going to remember the name “Mahmud of Ghazni”, let alone how many times he raided India, when he has his own dungeon to go to everyday, a few years down the line.
This does not make sense, no none at all, not at least to me. The pointless repetitiveness of the most overvalued possession called life. The same old story repeated through every generation. From where I see nothing has changed from the age of the savages. They ate and drank and shat and pissed and got ill and died exactly the way we do. They killed and ravaged and ruled the starved the way we do. They looted the weak and served the strong. They prayed to those who instilled fear while mocked those who talked sense.
But then it rained. It rained hard, and I saw a man quietly walk down the road holding hand of his ten year old son, getting drenched in the rain. Suddenly it did not matter…
Megha said,
May 1, 2010 at 2:54 pm
Beautifully composed….can’t be better expressed your state of mind…could actually visualize the thoughts that the man quietly walking down the road holding hand of his ten year old son, getting drenched in the rain….the man…the YOU… every human being on this planet….
It actually brought a smile to my face…one because it had a beautiful end…two amazingly written….three I had a similar thought in the morning….
I loved the line “Life is hard. A dull, mundane monotony that stops as suddenly as it had started.” Got the feel of the entire passage in this statement….
Megha said,
May 1, 2010 at 3:25 pm
forgot to write these lines…which actually brought the same feeling to me in the morning:
“Ankho mein ansu hai,phir b labo pe muskaan hai…..Jeena jab har haal mein hai ,To haaske jeene mein kya nuksaan hai…”
njoy!!
asif said,
May 4, 2010 at 6:51 am
nice representation of day to day life
Nivedita said,
June 14, 2010 at 12:29 pm
Amazing…. You have got a talent..
The best part is you have written your feeling in the passage and I think everyone can relate to this.. everyone is aware of it still following the same routine…but a small pleasure (rain) changes everything….
really beautiful….
Vaibhav said,
July 4, 2011 at 2:45 pm
My first reaction before i read it: how short!
My last: how effective!!