The Great Indian Dream

The mascara to hide the lines of an aging face
The thinned tarred road to cover the pot-holes
The bundle of Roses to hide the number of late hours
The chocolates to make up the lost time with a child

How long will the mankind do to cover its mistakes from each other? An easy compensation to curtain the mistakes or short comings or a cover-up for the faults committed for the selfish gains. These provide a temporary relief to the person accepting the same but in a long haul the texture of the same is lost.

As the lines go, these are like building a glass house which ultimately will break down and everything will lie bare and naked. Man should learn from his mistakes...this line has just become an old saying which sounds good in the books. Time and again he does the same mistake thinking that at least one time he shall surely get for what he had been committing these mistakes. But alas, he still stands in the same position with no difference but more guilt and sorry for himself.

The rains come and wash the mascara off to show the lines that were the years wasted achieving the momentary happiness. The roads are still bumpy, which was tarred for a jolly good ride, but the ride is not smooth as it was suppose to be. His own child has grown fast enough for not understanding the momentary happiness which he has gathered over years. The reality will finally sink and will crush the man and he will wake up the world of loneliness......

A Journey with A Story

I was running late for the train from Kacheguda. I was 20 minutes away from the station and the auto, I was travelling in, was struck in the traffic jam. On arriving on the platform 1, I realised the train had started rolling out of platform 3. I rushed for the train, asking a coolie to help me with my luggage. I ran and got into the train but my luggage was not as fast as me. The coolie person shouted out to me to pull the chain. Ah, a dream come true, from years of travelling, fancying the pulling of chain, at last it getting fulfilled. I religiously pulled the chain and the train screeches it selves to stop. My luggage in, I start racking my brains what should I tell when questioned. 5 officials, 3 in uniform n 2 plain clothed, appeared and there was a dog along too. One of them, a large one with a big moustache asks the million dollar question, “Eyavaru chain pull chesaru??”
Suddenly I found myself in a limelight position with everybody pointing their fingers to me... Heavens, for a moment I thought did I pull the chain of the train or did I commit a murder. After a short interrogation, I was relieved that I dint have to pay the fine as I stated a very lame excuse by presently it strongly.

Thus the journey to my home had become even more beautiful...

Deepti, thanks for telling your experience. Thank heavens I am not the actor of the above explained scenario...