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Archive for January, 2012

Touch of life

They sat there in companionable silence. Taking in all that was happening around them. Not involved in any of it. Bundled up against the chill wind and early morning fog. `Monkey caps’ pulled low over the ears, sweaters filling out frail frames.

I wished I had my camera.  It was a timeless shot Рthe low, crumbling stone wall, the two of them sitting side by side, watching the world go by. One with uninterested eyes that talked of having seen it all a million times before, the other hungrily soaking everything in.

They had probably been bundled out of the way by a family rushing through the morning rush. Grandfather and grandson. One having paid his dues to this chaotic world already, the other as yet too young to make a difference. “Go, get some sun, it will be good for you”, someone must have said. Sitting there, together, the past and the future.

Genesis: Touch of Life

I see them everywhere. And they warm my heart. Each time. These grandparent & kid sets. Little hands holding on to the gnarled fingers as they take uncertain steps, happy squeals at being raised up to ring the temple bell together,  keeping each other tired company on the mall benches. And for as long as they continue to be together, the world can go about its work, content in the knowledge that tomorrow is in safe custody.

One for the road

This is not a post. It is a post-let.

It has no proper structure or reasoning, beginning or end. It is like many things in life. It just happens.

As I drove the road at night and automatically dimmed my lights so as not to blind the oncoming driver I realised I was the only one being understanding and gracious.

The vehicles I was dimming them for did not, not ONE, reciprocate my gesture – leave alone dimming first.

That’s when it struck me that this was like some macho ritual. On Indian roads one knows well that Might is Right is the rule. Whoever blinks first loses right of way. And this dimming of headlights is some extension of the same thinking. Being gracious, understanding, accomodating is a sign of road inferiority, or a character flaw at the very least.

Dim your lights and you have announced your subservience to me! I shall pass by in blinding halogen glory whilst you grope to stay on track! Ha!

The end. This is it. My blinding halogen insight is over. Grope for meaning. Ha!

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