Airport

There’s a crushed bottle of Fanta on my table left by a young lady which gives me the opportunity to claim the table and not attracting the attention of the attendant of being a free loader. An aged, very aged European couple talking to each – tired, but concerned about each other, involved focused just the 2 of them in a world of their own deciphering something – maybe the next place they want to see. A newly married wife with mehendi in her hand taking calls answering queries, smiling, coy, looking happy, husband busy gossiping with his gang probably cousins, friends. Kids playing, running around with with abandon – of what they are dropping or hitting or getting hurt – they are free. A harried executive gobble his food without caring what he is eating. There is a Khadi store In front of me with Gandhiji’s statue  in the front. Just opposite to it there are 2 stores – one of Swaroski and another of Parcos – both selling international & most luxurious products…Indigo attendant shouting – Last call. Nagpur Passengers. I come out of reverie.

The airport is crowded and so is my mind. Clouded may be the right word. Contradictions, Juxtapositions, Confusions, Life is one hell of a potboiler.

And I have to make a choice. Is choice and decision the same – no I think choice comes first and then decision follows. You choose hence you decide – K says. I agree. Before you make a choice you should know your purpose – Why you are making that choice? What would the choice bring about? Given a choice I don’t want to decide, I just want to be. Like the birds and the wild animals – they get up – find food, eat survive, mate repeat. Many don’t find food and die. That’s fine. As Darwin says – Survival of the fittest.

Finding purpose is not difficult – it’s the whole process of fulfilling your purpose which is the toughest part, which scares all of us or makes people to choose easier way out. Purpose is in your mind a concept like K says fulfilling it is in the action and every action you start taking has its own reaction, repercussions, which you may have visualized or it just might hit you like a curve ball from nowhere.

Another way of looking at it, for something to start something must come to an end. And that thought was reverberating in my mind since morning. It cannot be both. 

There is always a beautiful mid-point some of my friends have got into and that is nice.

Is there? 

(Written in October 2019)