EMOTION'S PLAY.......

Today I went to a hospital for a regular check up, after spending some time in the waiting hall my turn came,I went to the doctor's chamber.He was examining me as if I was a malfunctioning machine and he was some great mechanic. After consulting him when I came out of his chamber,I was facing a long corridor,at the end of which was the maternity ward to the right and the cardiology ward to the left, with waiting space,and doctor's chambers in between. I started walking down the corridor,while looking at the people sitting on the either side, waiting for their turn.Walking down I looked at each one of them, some of them had a band-aid around their hand,some of them where crying with pain and hoping that pain will perish away soon.I saw pregnant women, some mentally retarded children and some elderly people lying on the stretcher unable to move or speak.
When I was at the end of the corridor,near the O.T, I saw group of people with their eyes drenched with tears. I came to know that actually there were two families,one was celebrating the birth of a baby boy and hence were crying with joy , while near to it was another family mourning at the death of their grandfather.Both the families where crying. It seems that two books with different content have same covering[Remember: Looks can be deceptive....]. I stand there motionless,perplexed,not knowing where to go, should I see the child first?or the face of the dead man??Standing in between life and death,not knowing which path to choose, I stood still watching and realizing the mysterious “EMOTION'S PLAY”.I saw EMOTION in its various form: Love, Lust,Anguish,Sorrow,Joy,Hope ........


I returned to my hostel,my mind still in the hospital.....
Life is very small and in this small span whom should we love and whom should we hate?? Because whatever we do finally we get attached,and attachment causes pain,suffering.But can anybody remain alone,unattached?? Why is it so that everything that we love has to perish??People loving someone,have the fear of losing their love,people hating someone have a constant apprehension of vengeance.Everybody in this world is leading a fearful life,no body is happy.....
All are engaged in the rat race ,trying to find an extra loaf of bread,and extra shelter not knowing that what they are accumulating will perish one day. In the process of accumulation they are bluffing,hating,killing others. Pain of one is the source of joy to other [Darwin's law: Survival of the fittest....]
But what is the use of all the materialist thing,when they lie on the death's bed??I remembered a quote from The Gita
“What is today yours,
was yesterday somebody else's,
and tomorrow it will be of somebody else”
You have come in this world to play your character,so play it good so that you can be remembered for ages.Because what is unperishable is name,soul....everything else in this world will turn into ruin one day or the other.So do not attach yourself to this materialistic world it will cause only pain.............

The price of the dead......

“ Sir, can you please give me some rupees, I have not taken any food since four days,”came a mellowing voice while I was taking a nap in my cosy seat, while I was traveling from my home to my hostel in a train. I just waved my hand , I didn't care even to look who he was, how he looked. After a few minutes or two I heard the same line in the same voice.

“How dare you wake me up”, I shouted at him,and stared at him with my eyes opened big.

“Sir , can you please give me some rupees, I have not taken any food since four days,”

“So, what can I do” I said in full rage .

“Sir, please give me ...........”

“Go some where else you tiny piece of shit,and don't dare touch me again.”But he didn't moved....

“Go away from here ,”I pushed him hard,he fell on the floor of the train and started crying!!!

“Why do they give birth to these child if they can't take care of them,they just wait for them to grow and leave them to beg.....ridiculous.You know they even steal in train.”

“Yes begging has become a million dollar industry”my co-passenger informed me in return.

The train came to halt and I boarded a taxi to my hostel .

Next day in the morning ,while I was just going through the newspaper my eyes felt on the photo ,which was a the corner of the third page.In the photo was a dead body of a nine year boy.He was boney and his stomach kissed his back. Underneath the photo was a caption “....unrecognized body found near the station...” when I saw the face of the dead body's face I recognized that I have seen him some where,but can't remember where.O God!!! its the same boy whom I refused to give money,so that he can eat. I regretted now.....How much I have saved a meager

10 or 5 rupees, but that amount could have saved his life,had he ate that day.Was that the price of the dead........Rs 10 or a photo on the corner of the third page.............

P.S: the photo has been taken from a website : gbgm-umc.org