Going with the flow

(This post was written by me on July 28,2008. I don't know why I didn't publish it then, left it in the bags of my drafted thoughts. May be I felt it was incomplete then, somehow today I feel it is.)

I had a senior in college whom most of us worshiped for her achievements and personality. But attimes we found her in certain situations, ideally she should not be in. Later getting close to her, I asked her about the same. She said she was just going with the flow. At that time the whole thing was so confusing. What and where was the flow?
Today I somehow understand her. I dont know if what I feel now is what she did then. But I too am just going with the flow.
There are certain things you know you should react to, things you have the capabilities to do. But you DONT.
Writing this I am reminded of Gandhiji's 'teen bandars'.

These three hansome men are self explaining

Let me put forth some of the situations, I chose to go with the flow. These might be gender biased. I would just gathers the recent selections. I don't want to bore you with my 'आत्मकथा'.
Personally, getting married is no where in my agenda of the instant future. Socially I am ripen with required qualifications. So, I participate in the discussions going around me.
Yesterday surprisingly for the first time I saw the sign board of 'SPITTING AND SMOKING PROHIBITED' in the BEST bus I travel everyday. Today I saw a person spitting from his seat, beautifully leaving behind some spit particles, to enjoy swinging in the cool rainy breeze. It was so disgusting to see and against the rule. But I saw the same scene thrice before I got down.

Listing all of them wont emphasis much on anything. Social or personal, I know it is no one's fault. I would like to add, may be to console myself, 'neither is it mine'. But,
the truth is there is a flow and I am flowing with it.

Shiny Shoes

Sometimes I find myself doing nothing than staring at those shiny, sparkling shoes walking around and passing by. 

One has so so many dreams. For everyone a truck load of them are left unfulfilled. After a point of time one is left with no choice than to come in terms that they are not meant to be. 

I have come to a conclusion that "these" dreams, day dreams are not vague simulations in the brain, they have to be some calculations in the book of God. There's a balance for the simplest to the most complex.

I am trying to restrict my diet and like never before the whole of Mumbai seems to be hogging on vada pav, wherever I turn my head. I try not to compromise. I have no option than to be satisfied with the saliva in my mouth that seems to taste like the last vada pav I ate. Once, not long back, I ate all the vada pav available around me, which still has voluminous mark on me. Now I don't, but everyone else does, so there goes the balance. All am left with are the dreams that fly in periodically with vada pav in their hands.

I always wanted to get settled somewhere, quieter, peaceful and green. The last place in mind was Mumbai, which a friend of mine recently described as the city of gutters. On a parallel situation, a dear friend wanted a life other way round. She loved the loudness and the speed of this city. Married within a gap of a month, whenever we meet, we have to mention the reality that our dreams were exchanged. There goes the balance and another perfect calculation in the blue book existing miles above our head.

A cobbler makes a shoe for no particular, single person. He takes in some variables and creates the best possible one and delivers it to the world. Its not of importance to him which legs fit in.
I wish God realizes the high demand for the shiny ones and creates in whole sale. AMEN!