Children of God !

How do we define our existence on this planet? How do we justify our existence? By our small yet significant deeds...I guess. And what we learn in life?...how significant are they for that matter?...Sometimes...small acts of innocence, and cuteness do leave a mark.
These children are the doomed residues of a few construction workers who work at a site which is a few metres away from my office building. The labourers as we prefer calling them, toil day long in the heat as well as water to earn their bread. And to make matters worse they multiplied healthily to drop a few pieces of life on this planet. What for? I mean why?...just to see them meeting with the same fate of suffering and homelessness...
I generally see these magnificent creatures roaming around here and there, whenever I drop out for a smoke.
The little ones roll over the sand, giggling at each other...sometimes they stare at me...asking questions which I can never answer. The eyes ask me, "Why are your clothes so clean?, What's shining stuff you wear on your feet?, Why is your hair so neatly done?...Are you one of us?..."
And I stare back at them, not knowing what to do...not knowing what to say...just a cold stare...

It was a Saturday afternoon when I thought of a fag just before leaving for my place. There these kids were playing something which probably every Indian learns even before coming out of his mother's womb. Cricket....to be specific Gully Cricket !!! 3 of them had suddenly discovered that a small broken, battered piece of wood and an uneven discoloured round object can suffice them with some unforgettable moments of joy...They were playing.
As I said Cricket is in my blood as well...I went near and asked for the ball apprehensively, not knowing what shall be the fate of my desire...I was greeted with a smile...and the Ball...I played for 5 minutes...and when i was leaving...those angels requested me to continue...I was overwhelmed...trust me...my heart was touched...by these little insignificant creatures...who wished to share their joy with me. I left.

Once I happened to be at the society where my previous Boss stays. A similar situation, 3 kids playing Cricket...As u see the common factor...was the 2 of us....Cricket and me...But there were a lot of differences... they had branded Cricket Bats, top quality tennis balls and...they refused me when I approached...

This experience was unique...so was the aforesaid one...but it again made me realize how small and insignificant we are...we the affluent class...who don't need to worry about the daily bread, who don't need to worry about where to sleep when it rains tonight, who don't need to worry about someone stealing our privacy...
And yet we are afraid to share...we have it...still won't give it...
And those amazing half-naked dirty creatures came all out and accepted me as one of them...they didn't make me feel humiliated...the fact that I was neat and clean and well clothed...didn't make a difference.

What do we have?...4 walls and a ceiling sealing our privacy...well those little flowers have the world within their arms...they can lie down wherever they wish to...they can roll over to the nearest grass and smell its freshness...while for the same we need to dress up for morning walk...and think twice before bending down, carefully holding our trousers so that they don't get soiled....complicated isn't it?

I am not here to point out flaws or teaching what's right or wrong....but I wish to term these small "things" as the Children of God...who are special...who are God's way to reach us...and make us feel realize what a harmless Smile can cause....
Yes, when she gives those cold stares, I know what to do...I know...I smile at her...and she smiles back.

And we are united in the spirit of humanity...

I start....

Dear All,
I really don't know as to what sort of introduction is expected when you guys read my page for the first time. Anyways, lets try it out. My views, no....my thoughts can be quite confusing at times. That shall be majorly due to the fact that at one point of time a lot goes on in my mind. Never am I trying to say or claim that i am good at multi-tasking, but its just that I cant think of only one thing. There are 2 many beautiful things on this planet worth given a thought. That's what I often do and thereby end up with some confused, unanswered, curious, ambiguous, cloudy feeling which lingers in my mind now and then. Maybe i wanna remember those when i turn 50. Maybe thats the sole reason for this work. Maybe not, maybe I wish to invite you to my world, where mostly things are unconditional. Be it love, be it justice, be it sacrifice, be it pain, be it joy, be it success. On that note allow me to muster courage to show you my part of life...the way I like to see it, or like to believe it.
We will see daily blogs, as in happenings which may not leave a mark, as well some unforgettable moments, as and when the flow comes. And I am not a poet.
Shall ask you questions as well...dont be a spoiler then. See you later.

Thanks