JUST NOT ONE ANOTHER!

A missing boy in the midst of the crowd… What can be more surprisingly baffling for a father who has just picked up the daily newspaper for the purpose of casual reading? And there he observes the picture of his son- the only son who he had been hunting for the past one year. Finding no trace of him, he had almost given up.

His son is only 12 years old, hardly capable of taking care of himself. He is seen amongst all the cricket lovers present in the Wankhede Stadium.

Now, some interesting facts:

The missing boy was an ardent lover of cricket. His presence quite predictable there but who paid for him to get through the entrance for the match? He has been missing and can’t afford to protect and preserve himself for months.

The missing boy suffers from the habit of sucking his thumb. In the picture, he is viewed with the same behavior.

The missing boy belongs to a farmer’s family of Rajasthan. How could he travel to all the way from there to Bengaluru? Another, unanswered question.

As I thought and thought I couldn’t familiarize myself with this strange circumstance. It not only brought curiosity in the mind of mine but amongst my colleagues too. This is not a fiction. It is a story I encountered in my internship.   

NARRATIVE FROM A FOREIGNER (non-fiction)

With the arrival in the new country, I was being greeted by some of the people I hardly knew. But they welcomed me with a board of my name. Within hours, my life had undergone a drastic change. This change was good. In a new culture, tradition I had to cope up. I had to understand these people of the place. This was no easy task. Socializing in a personally recognized land is no hard job but when you enter a new place, it's as much difficult. Language can turn as a barrier, and so it was in my case too. Gestures was something  I was completely relying on. Every now on then I just asked myself "What could this mean?". But before that, a hundred more gestures followed. I knew, now, after this entire journey, I would be a new man, a far more experienced person. People say education rules the day, but when you go out and turn yourself  "street smart", you have not only recognized the knowledge. but experienced it too. You don't only "meet" people, but you get to know them, you try to understand them. What can be more complicated than a set of "people" with however-much-you-try-to-comprehend but their unpredictable emotions come into the picture?!

The months that followed was something I could and I never can forget. I met some of the most wonderful, or as Indians call "the bestest" people. I met people who changed my perceptions, my beliefs and my thoughts. To grasp all of it into a single idea will not only be difficult but degrading. With this I end my train of thought.

STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS (1)

It has been sometime now that I have been running in a rational and logical way. I believed I was a conquerer. But, with experience, I have realized that what really makes me is my heart - a creature that beats inside me every now and then. It tells me to act instictively, to stop planning out things and just execute. I may be seen as an irrational and insane person by the end of this entire chain of thought but it really is my stream of consciousness. I want to plunge myself to things that are not quite money oriented and easy. Struggle is what I am craving for now, for all my life i have been nurtured and loved by my close people. It is certainly brilliant but now i want to take a step beyond the beautiful elements surrounding me.This is not a teenager " I can do everything" thought. I am matured, to a great extent.I know what you MAY feel now. Its easier said than done. It baffles my mind sometimes too. But what's the fun in doing things that are simple? What's the fun in being like everyone around oneself? Nothing.
So, here unlike others, I am preparing myself to take the risk.