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BMW vs Bicycle

Old Uncle rigging his bicycle bell nonchalantly to a BMW car amid hassling traffic at Kollpity junction remind me Nelson Mandela.  Isn’t his old irritated face resembles ordinary man’s extraordinary effort to freedom. Isn’t this old fart sparks intimidation for justice? I can see his fearless eyes… Undying strength in his arms, rays of energy on his body and signs of wisdom.

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It said nothing inspire more than having seen lack of fear to conquer injustice.

BMW vs bicycle?

Unthinkable comparison. No it can be compared if you take off your glass.

I still think many young people live today would not believe that a person called Nelson Mandella live  long 27 years in a prison for the goodness of common people. Its authentic question for our generation. Can anyone live dreaming freedom for that long?

Why anybody would want to spent best days of his young life in a cell?  Our stance, emotions,   thought process inline to fast food model. Most of us raised up amid dilapidated ego, selfishness, ignorance and untamed desire for satisfaction. We were prisoners to world of consumer myths and what propelled as happiness. It makes sense for most of us if we count number of friday night parties or football matches we missed for long 27 years. My friends if you feel it, yes its solid evidence that ignorant ingredients of your mind provide meals for you to serve every day.

I’m unable to think why this BMW takes over entire road blocking tiny man’s space intentionally. Why does a person keep earning ignorance day by day just like Wall Street money makers?   Only value they count is probability of making money.

I still can see uncle fearlessly ringing his bell like a gladiator refuse to give up. His bold forehead glitters to dyeing sunlight coming from West Indian Ocean.

Can little man like him shake mountains?  Can his Bicycle fight against BMW? Can mechanical power overtake human strength? Can he put a stop to unending ignorance and to open eyes to love and equal rights?

Nelson Mandela is undoubtable a true hero stand up for people against every odd.  The fearless bravery of Mandela provides solid inspiration to every single one of us live today.

We need people like mandala to stand up for equality for poor people. Change the ignorance fate to see beyond what you see and effort to change everyone for better tomorrow.

It’s a resentful truth people die for ignorance more than bullets fired. Every single bullet fires to thin air may have ignorant pair of hands and heart behind it.

There is a rebel lives amid little things. We need to open our eyes to these tiny little things.

Uncle shall I join you ringing bell to BMW. You should also have space in this road.

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Friday

It was Friday. I was heading back home after work.  Exhausted, just like tormented dude pissed off after having heavy dose weed joints. It was that much bad,   I can’t exactly points what made me hectic or agonized. Is it  too much work or less work? Credit cards? Bank loans? Lost love?  my inner peace gradually devouring  from the beginning of week and  culmination of all  tormented suddenly proclaimed on a Friday afternoon as a laureate.

I had one solid question. How can I bring  life back to me?  Will Drinking “old reserved Arrack” or calling my old girlfriend help me to bring peace.  Will there be enough money on my bank account to harmonize a hurricane like emotions ?

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In my right slow ripples of Indian Ocean condescendingly hide all  mysteries and beauty of infidelity relationships of men and woman traveling in this rusty train for years. Their unknown love stories will forever be unknown to their legal ones.  Is there a space in this deep ocean water for me to hide my long gone love story? Why her memory still troubling me. My attempt to kill those memories will mark as failed serial killer attempts.  I was failed killer for long years. Maybe I should  get help from a female inspector   ?  Maybe offer a contract to cute girl to deliver expectations.

As usual I whipped my eyes looking at unknown space through the window. Gloomy vast water surface remain silence as it wants to tease my inner peace.  After few minutes I saw a lady entering compartment carrying a two or three year old kid. She is a beggar searching for few more bucks from passengers traveling. Her thin pale appealing voice momentously starts to question my worries. When poor meets extremely poor, poor suddenly feel rich.  Ego has nine cat lives.  Am I having one now?

I had financial worries and she seems to have same in a different level. Her situation, A meal for dinner, place for sleep seems far painful than loss off a love or debits. Her little baby slowly makes slight noises. Ohh.. That kid was breathing. Still living.  Surviving in this shade place where devil propagate money by leading to an angels. Angels pay interest to live while devil built emperors.  That kid relentlessly hug mother seeking something not there with her.  It’s evident that Kid will dry out every inch of energy this mother has and she generously offer every single thing to the kid.

Love of a mother transcends boundless energy to a child.  Every one of us suffers different levels for missing emotional energy required for satisfaction. We often blame next girlfriends or boyfriends for the things did by previous ones. We hurt ourselves for missing someone mostly wanted. This woman missed her husband. Kid needs a father. Its amazing how worry comes uniquely to everyone’s life like a ghost you never know how bad or good it is. you only know worries keep troubling you from different faces.

The Indian ocean keeps all the worries and slowly sings never ending song.

May be this is only the start ….

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