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Thursday, November 22, 2007
The Destitute..
What could he do if almighty handed him down melodrama and melancholy only for life !
So many times he would come back home , all drained out , forelorned, dejected, in helpless solitude..knowing the anchor he is so much wanting and looking for would elude him yet again as it has been for so many years.
Many a times a person dig his own grave and gradually settles into it, paying the price for decisions he made in all good jest and zeal , mislead by charm of paraphenelia and sweet demeanour of those who were to walk each step with him. As if the daily ordeal is not yet over ,yet another rebuff, another pandora's box of wants n complaints awaits him, to pull his already sagging spirits further down.
All his forty plus years have seen him struggling majorly, mostly and miserably alone. He had not stopped toiling, he hasn't yet , though some word of encouragement and understanding would have provided some gleaming ray of much needed hope but thats what he was not fated to have. Sincerity, hard work , dedication , regard, respect , empathy , bonhomie , good naturedness , astute altruism...virtues he would so dearly cling to, hardly gave him enough to have a peaceful night sleeps, let alone a cherished place amongst those he humbly walked. He was easily discardable - reviled , dumped and scoffed at, more often then a ugly stray dog on street.
Its only weird that all these years while he went all out for those around him with all his heart, sweat, blood, resources and time, he had to suffer the fated isolation and loneliness very few could imagine or experience in their life.He had been time n again thru fleetingness of sweet promises, vows and assurances, which by now had begun to sound almost like hollow cacophony. Somehow he had been by now so shaken and distraught with frequent drifts of fate that mere hint of anything good happening would instantly induce a fear of loosing it much before night turned into daybreak.
Perhaps, he was too naive in worldly ways or was not fit for this part of the universe. Selfishness, discourteousness,calculated shrewd planned moves and open show of indifferent disregard would always take him with surprise and pained him for long time to come. A man he was told is not suppose to cry yet he could not hold his eyes getting moistened over cruel jokes destiny would play on him all too often. Peculiarly though he never gathered enough steam to strike back with vengeance. That part he had left to god almighty and his sweet time to decide and expedite.For him it was more important to move on with his load seeking new dawn of hope,awaiting that final victory lap and that last sigh of relief !
So many times he would come back home , all drained out , forelorned, dejected, in helpless solitude..knowing the anchor he is so much wanting and looking for would elude him yet again as it has been for so many years.
Many a times a person dig his own grave and gradually settles into it, paying the price for decisions he made in all good jest and zeal , mislead by charm of paraphenelia and sweet demeanour of those who were to walk each step with him. As if the daily ordeal is not yet over ,yet another rebuff, another pandora's box of wants n complaints awaits him, to pull his already sagging spirits further down.
All his forty plus years have seen him struggling majorly, mostly and miserably alone. He had not stopped toiling, he hasn't yet , though some word of encouragement and understanding would have provided some gleaming ray of much needed hope but thats what he was not fated to have. Sincerity, hard work , dedication , regard, respect , empathy , bonhomie , good naturedness , astute altruism...virtues he would so dearly cling to, hardly gave him enough to have a peaceful night sleeps, let alone a cherished place amongst those he humbly walked. He was easily discardable - reviled , dumped and scoffed at, more often then a ugly stray dog on street.
Its only weird that all these years while he went all out for those around him with all his heart, sweat, blood, resources and time, he had to suffer the fated isolation and loneliness very few could imagine or experience in their life.He had been time n again thru fleetingness of sweet promises, vows and assurances, which by now had begun to sound almost like hollow cacophony. Somehow he had been by now so shaken and distraught with frequent drifts of fate that mere hint of anything good happening would instantly induce a fear of loosing it much before night turned into daybreak.
Perhaps, he was too naive in worldly ways or was not fit for this part of the universe. Selfishness, discourteousness,calculated shrewd planned moves and open show of indifferent disregard would always take him with surprise and pained him for long time to come. A man he was told is not suppose to cry yet he could not hold his eyes getting moistened over cruel jokes destiny would play on him all too often. Peculiarly though he never gathered enough steam to strike back with vengeance. That part he had left to god almighty and his sweet time to decide and expedite.For him it was more important to move on with his load seeking new dawn of hope,awaiting that final victory lap and that last sigh of relief !
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