a speck of dust on the busy tank bund crossing in Hyderabad is under the constant threat of being spat upon by a Pan chewing Rickshaw driver or the Businessman who just got a call when his mouth was 'full' .... this fear is so similar to the fear of a common man being looked down upon by everyone around .....be it a rich chap or poor, he feels that everyone around him is scheming just to make his life more painful than it already is.....the fear is of people.........very typical of most people living in this part of the world.....Why?...I am still thinking and your comments will help...
a speck of dust hidden in a crevice on the pavement of Crown Pointe Parkway in Atlanta is scared that the shrub trimming vehicle will suck it out while sucking the dead leaves and cut shrubs... it is not scared of other people trampling on it...because people hardly walk the pavement. However it is petrified that the 'system' will weed it out and make it a part of history.....the people here are also more wary of the implications the systems, irreversible processes (such as off shoring) and rules have on their lives....they are more at ease about the neighbour not being their biggest problem......unlike the dust in Hyderabad.....
a speck of dust stuck in the rail lining of the sliding door of an elevator of our 60 storied WTC-Bahrain is scared that it will be unceremoniously unloaded onto a floor that is not its first choice, where cleaning is regular, people are allergic to dust and will NOT tolerate it.. this speck of dust is so typical of all the people that use this elevator... they are all pawns in this worldly game and they are all the time scared that they are not forced to exit on a floor that is not their best choice. .. be it the Janitor who is thinking of how to get out of the double mortgage trap that he has because of his son's college dream.. the Sales chap who is shit scared about him not meeting his targets and loosing his commission.. the CEO who is worried of some one finding out about his latest book dressing.. the FedEx chap who is thinking of his impending divorce while riding up to the 59th floor...
We all have our impasse....
"In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return."
a speck of dust hidden in a crevice on the pavement of Crown Pointe Parkway in Atlanta is scared that the shrub trimming vehicle will suck it out while sucking the dead leaves and cut shrubs... it is not scared of other people trampling on it...because people hardly walk the pavement. However it is petrified that the 'system' will weed it out and make it a part of history.....the people here are also more wary of the implications the systems, irreversible processes (such as off shoring) and rules have on their lives....they are more at ease about the neighbour not being their biggest problem......unlike the dust in Hyderabad.....
a speck of dust stuck in the rail lining of the sliding door of an elevator of our 60 storied WTC-Bahrain is scared that it will be unceremoniously unloaded onto a floor that is not its first choice, where cleaning is regular, people are allergic to dust and will NOT tolerate it.. this speck of dust is so typical of all the people that use this elevator... they are all pawns in this worldly game and they are all the time scared that they are not forced to exit on a floor that is not their best choice. .. be it the Janitor who is thinking of how to get out of the double mortgage trap that he has because of his son's college dream.. the Sales chap who is shit scared about him not meeting his targets and loosing his commission.. the CEO who is worried of some one finding out about his latest book dressing.. the FedEx chap who is thinking of his impending divorce while riding up to the 59th floor...
We all have our impasse....
"In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return."
Mar 30, 2010, 10:09:00 AM
I think the speck of dust on the tank bund in Hyderabad is more under threat by the warm spout from human bladder than the pan spit by the rikshaw driver...Khushwant Singh explains this original Indianness in his unique stink of sarcasm!
Mar 30, 2010, 11:40:00 AM
Haha. Excellent post.
Mar 30, 2010, 2:33:00 PM
Whew...hints of overwork and stress here...but whose untouched by these...thoughtful and touching your post leaves me with these since it's fresh "walk on walk on...
cause you can't go back now".Want to hear the entire song check out this by the band called "The Weepies" :)