I am sitting in a coffee shop sipping a hot cup of Cappuccino and there is a lot of hustle and bustle around. I try and concentrate to make some sense out of what appears to be a mere clamor in the beginning. I try and focus on the conversations.
In one corner a guy is talking, loud enough to be heard by everyone and not really moved by the stares people are giving him. “Maybe he is sitting with his girlfriend” I think, but then by the occasional looks he is giving me, I believe her to be his “just a friend”. This guy is cribbing about his job and his boss and is going on and on without bothering about his friend and her bored expression. I am not sure whom to empathize with so I move on to another set of conversations.
Right behind me are two boys talking in their local dialect (Gujarati) and all of a sudden heavy US accented English replaces the local touch. Oh, a US returned Gujju bhai! They are discussing about the US economy and the down sizing happening in companies. I smile and move on.
A group of young boys and girls seem to be having fun looking at other people and passing some or the other comments. A girl in the group is rubbing her finger nails together. Seems like a fan of Baba Ramdev who suggests doing this as a daily practice to improve hair quality. I am wondering if I should do the same from tomorrow and then move on again.
Next is a young guy in his early 20’s wearing a sweat shirt of NUS, spiked hair, spectacles and face red with pimples. Looks the very studious kinds. He calls for a Latte and is now watching some Bollywood song on the TV across. His expressions show how amused he is. I give another look and move on.
But I don’t seem to be hearing anything else now as my own thoughts have kick started a conversation with me. I am thinking, rather taken aback by how simple things are around- the easy flowing conversations, the sweet smiles, the serene faces; everything is just so simple. Life is so simple; we just complicate things around us. Time for me to leave now. I’ve paid my bill and just as I am about to move out a cute looking old couple walks in hand in hand with their own stories to tell and their set of sweet conversations...
Thought for the Mood:
“Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.”
(I also feel the limited your desires are, the simpler your life gets.)
“The simplest things are often the truest.”
(I think of my parents here- simplest and truest.)
Life is so simple; we just complicate things around us... wow...
ReplyDeleteI try and concentrate to make some sense out of what appears to be a mere clamor in the beginning. I try and focus on the conversations.
ReplyDelete“Maybe he is sitting with his girlfriend” I think, but then by the occasional looks he is giving me, I believe her to be his “just a friend”.
I am not sure whom to empathize with so I move on to another set of conversations
I am wondering if I should do the same from tomorrow and then move on again.
But I don’t seem to be hearing anything else now as my own thoughts have kick started a conversation with me
So much cant be so simple haina..... :-)
One thing is for sure that you are gifted with a great eye for observation which is evident in ur reporting and secondly,writing in first person is a very difficult task to handle and you are doing that quite judiciously too...sure signs of great writing..keep it up and keep writing some serious stuff..narrenaditya
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Life is simple............We complicate it
ReplyDeleteI have a story to share:
Once I decided to cook for my wife & family (as a special gesture)for dinner.
Though I am good in cooking when it comes to Indian Cuisnes, that particular day I decided to cook something special.
So I decided to take a plunge with continental cuisine and decided to make 2 dishes ( baked veg & Egg Plant).
Trying your hands on something totally deifferent for the 1st time was scary, but as I had made up my mind I got into kitchen any which ways.
It took me 2.5 hours to finally come to a conclution to stop whatever I was doing.
I realized that I had failed in the venture (and that too miserably).
The entire kitchen was on the floor, all utensiles used, microwave was completely spoiled and also started dysfunctioning, all grocery items went waste during the preparation.
Whole kitchen turned into a mess.
Moment I cam out of kitchen, I realized it was 11 o'clock at night. Too late to even order food from outside.
My family, had milk & some fruits for dinner as there wasnt any other option left.
It took me hurculean efforts of 2.5 hours to make soomething which nobody could possible eat.
My wife was not only angry, but was mad at me as I had clearly stated that I do not require any assitacne & disturbance amidst cooking.
All my culinary skills went for a toss, and I cameout as a complete loser.
Had I sticked to my basic Indian cuisine and had not tried my hands on something different, I would have managed to make everyone happy.
That day I realized - "Life is Simple....we Unnecessary Complicate It"
If you have read this so far, ur a hero coz this story is fake.
But I promise to learn continental dishes someday, and will definitely cook "baked veg" for you.
:)
Cheers & Have a Good Day
Lovely!!!!
ReplyDeleteReading your blog just brought a smile to my face....I do the exact same thing when I'm sitting alone, waiting for someone at a coffee shop ;)
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