Ever thought what's going on inside this mind that has thought
endlessly for over a half a dozen decades; those eyes, what they
percieve after having seen this world almost completely; the soul that
is so immersed in the tie between this material world and the
hereafter.
As I sat in this public park, I somehow, though I most often ignore
paying heed, overheard a conversation between these three elderly
people. All of them unaware of each other. This happened to be their
first meeting together though I could make out that the one wearing a
turban (Nehru type) and the one with a brahmin look seemingly were
familiar to one another.
And here they discussed every sphere of life. The ups and downs each
one had faced. It was strange that they were curious to know each
others fate, evident enough from the attention that the other two paid
when one of them would speak.
But actually what fascinated me was the last part of their discussion.
It was the brahmin who raised the topic of how he met his wife and how
he fell in love with her. The hardships he had faced to attain her and
what hurdles he overcame in the quest. He began with a quote, lovely
lyrics of a lovely song sung by kishore kumar, " aisa koi saathi ho,
aisa koi premi ho; pyaas dil ki bhuja jaaye..."
With this song, which happens to fascinate me too, I sensed a sudden
flush of interest in their conversation.
As he enjoyed his tale oration, I could feel every bit of it. He
enunciated that he fell in love with a muslim girl, swearing that he
never would touch her, proving his honest love and righteous feelings
for her.
It was a perfect tale with every bit of emotion attached. The british
court laid the foundation of their marriage when they had to face
opposition from the two sections of the society. And as soon as he
spoke of his marriage, I could feel the smile and joy on his otherwise
wrinkly and old looking face.
But his married life could last only two years. She gave birth to a
baby boy and left for the heaven abode. This man thus survived by a
lone son. And then, he began telling about his hardships and ill fates
that compelled him to part himself from his son.
He left his son in an orphanage, to grow up, while he worked day and
night for him.
And with a sob, he declared as to how his son denied him when he went
back to take him, with his last statement being that his son is now a
very rich man, and still hasn't accepted him, though he sits in this
very park everyday just to have that one glimpse of his son who takes
a walk each day in this park.
Finally, the sob just disappears into a smile as a very fat figure
walks by ... his son ...
love just can't finish off as easily...
Its divine ... and will always remain divine...
#truestory
--
hamza ..
endlessly for over a half a dozen decades; those eyes, what they
percieve after having seen this world almost completely; the soul that
is so immersed in the tie between this material world and the
hereafter.
As I sat in this public park, I somehow, though I most often ignore
paying heed, overheard a conversation between these three elderly
people. All of them unaware of each other. This happened to be their
first meeting together though I could make out that the one wearing a
turban (Nehru type) and the one with a brahmin look seemingly were
familiar to one another.
And here they discussed every sphere of life. The ups and downs each
one had faced. It was strange that they were curious to know each
others fate, evident enough from the attention that the other two paid
when one of them would speak.
But actually what fascinated me was the last part of their discussion.
It was the brahmin who raised the topic of how he met his wife and how
he fell in love with her. The hardships he had faced to attain her and
what hurdles he overcame in the quest. He began with a quote, lovely
lyrics of a lovely song sung by kishore kumar, " aisa koi saathi ho,
aisa koi premi ho; pyaas dil ki bhuja jaaye..."
With this song, which happens to fascinate me too, I sensed a sudden
flush of interest in their conversation.
As he enjoyed his tale oration, I could feel every bit of it. He
enunciated that he fell in love with a muslim girl, swearing that he
never would touch her, proving his honest love and righteous feelings
for her.
It was a perfect tale with every bit of emotion attached. The british
court laid the foundation of their marriage when they had to face
opposition from the two sections of the society. And as soon as he
spoke of his marriage, I could feel the smile and joy on his otherwise
wrinkly and old looking face.
But his married life could last only two years. She gave birth to a
baby boy and left for the heaven abode. This man thus survived by a
lone son. And then, he began telling about his hardships and ill fates
that compelled him to part himself from his son.
He left his son in an orphanage, to grow up, while he worked day and
night for him.
And with a sob, he declared as to how his son denied him when he went
back to take him, with his last statement being that his son is now a
very rich man, and still hasn't accepted him, though he sits in this
very park everyday just to have that one glimpse of his son who takes
a walk each day in this park.
Finally, the sob just disappears into a smile as a very fat figure
walks by ... his son ...
love just can't finish off as easily...
Its divine ... and will always remain divine...
#truestory
--
hamza ..
