“Destiny” – [Random Feelings Series]

Sitting in the window,

he was lost in thoughts,

contemplating why and how,

wrong have gone the plots

* * *

A moment ago it felt,

like he figured out all,

a moment of life dealt,

and he saw it all fall

* * *

Study, good job and then,

get married to a girl,

ship was on the way when,

he saw the sails unfurl

* * *

The ship changed its route,

zigzagging South and West,

his throat went Brut,

and left a bitter taste

* * *

He fought against with furor,

trying to alter the path,

with his eyes on the shore,

recalculating the math

* * *

He then thought why not,

go along the flow and check,

what his destiny has got,

and how do its plans bake

* * *

He let the wind take charge,

ship sailed to the shore,

albeit different, but large,

see what fruits the destiny bore.

– – – PBK

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Cycle Rickshaw and Destiny…

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The most common sight in Gurgaon or for that matter Delhi is a *Cycle Rikshaw*. Being from a part of India (Maharashtra) where cycle rickshaws are obsolete, we now call auto rikshaw as “rikshaw”, or simply rikshaw. So whenever I say rikshaw, an auto wala also doesn’t turn back and give a look. That’s pretty embarrassing let me tell you. 😛

So, cycle rikshaw henceforth referred as rikshaw only, is the most common mode of transport here, apart from a six-seater. Rikshaw comes in cheap also. Where an auto charges 50-70 Rs. a rikshaw charges your meager 25-30 Rs. So with such a difference in charges, anyone would want to go for rikshaw, and so the people here choose the same.

From the very young age, I don’t like cycle rikshaw. I somehow don’t like the idea of one person pulling another 1 or 2 people. It seems a little inhuman to me. But recently when I gave it a thought I came to some different conclusion. I mean I still don’t accept man pulling man as a fair deal but have softened my stand a bit.

The other day I was sitting in a rickshaw. And my mind started the same questionnaire again. Why this ordeal? Why a man pulls another man and we accept it? But from ancient times, we have seen bullock carts and horse carts. We have used bullocks, horses and donkeys for carrying human and other stuff. Seen from that point, a bullock is destined to be a puller. It’s his job. That’s why he is here. He is supposed to run in the field and do all the hard work. Similar is with horses. He is destined to run for long distances carrying one of more men/women on his back.

So, why that should be different for a man? This rickshaw pulling well might be his destiny. He earns his daily bread through this job. And he is not stealing anything. He is asking you for the money of his hard work. So seeing from an ethical and moral point of view, he is right on the track. So pulling another man/woman is his destiny. Once this fact is understood, the other things fall in place.

If we stop sitting in a cycle rickshaw citing the reason that this “man pulling” seems little inhuman, how is that person supposed to earn a bread for himself and his family? So why put your elephant foot on his occupation and in turn his stomach. I make it clear here once again, that I don’t feel comfortable sitting in cycle rickshaw and I always sit on my toes, almost always. But at the same time, feel it is also a job. And as long as the person is on right path, we should not obstruct his way unnecessarily.

So henceforth, I will make it a point that if at all I sit in a cycle rickshaw, I will pay him a bit extra. For his hard work and intentions to work hard.

Shaken But Not Stirred…

 

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My life is just shaken, but not properly stirred,

My eyesight is perfect, but the vision is blurred,

 

I have so many things in mind, but the heart is holding back,

I have the GPS in my mind, but I seem to have lost the track,

 

Whenever I try to find a path, my network turns me down,

I am the king of my life, but it doesn’t let me wear the crown,

 

I remember the landmarks, but they seem to have vanished,

I tried to search them extensively, but was severely punished,

 

Now I am going with destiny, let’s see where it takes me,

My karma makes my destiny, let’s see what destiny makes me.

Destiny…

Some days back I was in Pune. I was happy those days, actually when I am in Pune, I fell content and serene. Sometimes just staying at home watching TV, reading some book or having a chat with my aunt on various subjects brings me pleasure. And sometimes, I feel the urge to go out, explore different places and drink the nature’s beauty with eyes, meet my friends there.

 

On one such days I was thinking of meeting my friends scattered all over the city. One friend lives at one end and the other one reaching to the farther end. So meeting all friends at one place is really a rare moment. One day I was having the pleasure to enjoy that rare moment. That day a friend of mine, Satya was describing his recent encounter with a receptionist from some coaching class he used to go while preparing for MBA entrance exam. He was so juicy in describing the incident, a chat rather; to Mayur that Mayur had his eyes popped out of their place and mouth wide open in ecstasy. Satya was telling Mayur that they both have planned a coffee date in Barista and was planning what to say and what not to say in mind, and was explaining to Mayur.

 

I always out myself into listening position and never put forward my views unless asked for in such situations. That situation was also not exceptional. I kept mum and listened to all their conversation. But to tell the truth, I was getting bored with the portrayal. This is quite natural to get bored with such stories as they are not related to you. Satya was describing his 10th such encounters and I was not interested in it but stayed there and showed as if I was interested.

 

If anybody else would have been present there, he would have definitely thought that, “Satya is having so much fun man, and look at me, I’m not” with a sad face. But I am certainly not that type. I will never hurry into such things just because somebody else is doing this. I won’t think I am missing the fun. Because I believe in my destiny. And I know things happen when they are supposed to and when right time comes. I have experienced the “Destiny” thing in my life earlier also on various fronts. I know someone will come in my life when she is supposed to come. There is no point in hurrying into things, when those things are not meant to carry any significance in your future life.

 

 

Prasad B. Kulkarni.

Aurangabad

 

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