Crossroads!!

Folks,

I am standing at the crossroads, thousands of ways are ahead where I can travel, where I can traverse and toil till I reach the apex of success. They are accompanied by thousands of sentiments entangled in a tuft of passions and dreams, convincing my confused heart to take them. I can walk every way, with the same zest and zeal, to reach my goal. Each of them promises a prosperous future, life mingled with peace and a heart of joy. I stand at the crossroads Friend, where the decision taken will change the way I will see the world, myself and life. I stand at a place, where every direction looks beautiful, all sides there are opportunities, money and peace of mind.

My heart is pounding with an innate motivation, watching intently each direction, some with suspicion and some with curiosity. I've read in the word of God which my every pixel of body believes, that I can do all the things through the Christ, who strengthens me. This makes me believe in the every direction I see. I see the same end in every way albeit all the ways are mutually different from each other. Every way wears a different hue of vista, foliage and sings a different song to lure me. I'm elated with joy and confused at the same time.

You know, Friend, as now a days I'm in a quandary to take the way suitable for me, I go to a beautiful park near the place where I live in Bangalore. This is probably the best place I've visited in Bangalore so far. It's a rectangular park with its length far bigger than its breadth. With the wild bushes along the mesh laden periphery, it houses a massive variety of flora within its limits. Prickly poppy to Touch-me-not to Horse tamarind, you name an ornamental plant, it's there. I love to spend hours sitting on one of the benches, doing nothing, just enjoying the bliss of being there. I feel liberated in that place, something makes me feel exhilarated. I've realised little but many things there. I see that whole existence is rejoicing and celebrating. Trees, plants, insects, birds all are dancing with sheer joy of being in this world. There is no seriousness, no grudges, no greed of success no fear of losing. There is an immense satisfaction with what is than what can be. Nothing wants to be something, all are content with what God has graciously bestowed upon them. I see life is very simple, there is nothing so difficult about it. There is no Darwinian struggle for existence but everything is happening on its own accord, in its own time.
And amongst them I watch other units of my specie in the park, wearing different types of moods and clothes. An old man reading a noble book, a young lady crying perhaps over a lost relationship, children collecting fallen leaves, making mud houses and their parents cherishing this sight. Sometimes someone crosses me emanating the fragrance of cologne, sometimes I hear them talking over phone. Someone runs by me smelling of sweat, someone greets me good evening.Some want to burn fat, some want to satiate hunger by munching upon the food. Some look fresh, some look torn. Some look waiting, some look meeting.
I stay there till it starts to become dark and mosquitoes start to feast upon me. When the last person I see is the old man, as he puts a bookmark , closes the book and keeps it in a bag. After putting the bag across his chest, he hobbles out of the park. The park falls silent. And night engulfs the scene.

I've read somewhere, once Akbar asked Birbal to say something that can make a sad man happy and a happy man sad. Birbal said an excellent line: " this time shall also pass away" "ये वक़त भी निकल जाऐगा".
I see a peculiar veracity in this line, as I look back in my life. Life is transitory. Nothing is permanent. There are bad times and good times, life should go on. Life should flow like a river. I followed the same feeling. I let it go and went ahead.

Here I stand after traveling a good chunk of road, at the crossroads, thousands of ways are ahead where I can travel....

Toshiv