JUST A JOG

                                 He came jogging as if emerging through the invisible ...seemed as if he tore the screen of fog. A closer look and sharp observation revealed that he was clad in dark blue-almost black track and a white T. His watch was zapped on his right hand, a circular dial and he had a white wrist band on his left. His T was drenched in sweat, clear indication that he was running fast since long. The sweat on his forehead was dripping so rapidly that it seemed to be a tracker line of his jog path. Finally he came to halt. He bent down...Gasping for breath on the lonely road. Not always is the city so quite...but, it was 5.39 am in his watch. How much more noise could expect. He looked left and right. A speeding car just passed and there was only there newspaper guy on his cycle on the road. He took out his bottle of energy drink, sipping slowly he turned east and stared. His gasping reduced and he then began walking slowly in the same direction. Long legs, he made a steady walk on the sand. As he stared the wide blue chasm of dark blue colour blend with black colour at the horizon. He took a deep breath. The cold winter breeze blowing against him. Sometimes slowly against his face...and at time gaining force so fierce that he began to walk unsteadily...as always nature’s unpredictability... He then settled down on the sand with his legs crossed and put his hands on behind him almost making his elbows and wrist bear the burden of his body. He looked at his watch the time shown by the two hands of his watch seemed to be form a straight line, precisely 6 am. He closed his eyes, he then slowly opened them and there behold the beauty of nature...the crack of dawn was in front of his eyes... Colour change of the sky from black to red...and there arose the sun as if a bird freed from the clutches of the Bay of Bengal. The water of the sea turned from deep blue to red, orange and golden yellow it spread like a streak till the sand. It seemed like it was a path laid by nature in front of perfectly straight. He slowly stood up, removed his shoes stood at the same place exactly were he stood daily...day after day for the past 6 years...perfect for the waves to tickle his toes and shy away. Suddenly there fell a droplet of tear on his foot...not from the clouds but it was the drizzle from his eyes... he cried and cried...until he gasped for breathe. After all his eyes ran out of water he stopped gasping slowly. His eyes were swollen, his fair cheeks and nose turned red. He stood there still giving a grave look at the horizon and watched the sun ascend slowly. He traced his path back to where he left his shoes, sat down and wore them. As he stood up, he was trying to set his hair ...spikes but his effort was going vain as the wind disturbed it time and again. And then he walked back leaving his footprints... just beside his trail of footprints of his walking towards the beach. Without turning around, he began jogging almost running back in the same path that he arrived. Within the wink of the eye he became invisible not in the world of fog but at the end of the road.

Big deal???

                                                                      One of the saddest emotions is due the fact that we do not know exactly....what we are doing and what is going around us. Because anything around us will not make any sense as long as we do not figure out what is hurting our senses. Nothing seems to make sense, everything seems to go wrong, every smile seems mystery...Every tear seems lie...And every second that passes seems walking into the jaws of pain. Everyone has to go through this bizarre time and trust me...it is not easy to overcome it...Why does this situation arise??? Great question but I do not have answer...as me how to overcome...that even I do not know...I would say leave it. Wait for time to wipe of the marks of misery. So what is the big deal? Waiting for the right time to come and wipe of the bad memories. To put things into the past is said to be easy rather than done...but to have the guts to look at the same past and not hurt oneself again is what the deal is about.

                                                                          One such time of not understanding anything and going haywire is when people take us for granted. I mean to say it....it hurts like hell...and to bear that all alone is no child’s play...Guess the worst part...when everyone we know shows the same attitude to us. To battle an army it is easy, there is more manpower; more strategy and more tactical analysis...to battle ignorance...do not ask me....I cannot give an answer. I assume time teaches us how to overcome it. Or may be incidents teach...But the learning does not come easy. Not a cakewalk can define the pain of being taken for granted it is like we are hurt and everyone around us seems to look at the wound with so much care that they end up hurting the wound time and again...and again..Till our tears dry or our hurt becomes senseless...Funny truth of this glorious life.