A few days ago, as I was walking down to the bus stop in the morning, I came across a sight that can only be termed extraordinary. Extraordinary. May be even that word does not do complete justice but I will stick to it for paucity of a better descriptive.

I saw a fairly young man, probably in his late twenties, parting with the contents of his lunch box to feed a homeless couple. The man did not appear to be from an affluent background. Perhaps, that one act of kindness would adversely affect his monthly budgeting. Even so, he was capable of compassion.

That got me to think. May be it is within my means to do more for society than I previously thought. May be I should stop talking about how the world can be a better place for all of us, and start doing something about it. May be, in our own humble ways, we can all play our parts.

Like that saying goes:

Little drops of water, little grains of sand
Make the mighty ocean, and the pleasant land

What we do may appear to us a drop in the ocean. But would not the ocean be that much less without that drop?

To conclude, I do not know what made me write this down and share. Probably it was my own guilt as a result of selectively seeing or hearing things. Will this make me do more for the less fortunate? I cannot say. But it has made me think about it. That, I suppose, is a start.

Current Mood: Gloomy
Current Music: Tute Hue Khwabon Ko
How is a man who has no spine supposed to feel when he is given a solid whack in his unmentionables? Would he feel any differently from a man who has a spine, and is not given a solid whack in his unmentionables? In either case, or even both if you are a purist to whom it is more vital to use the right syntax when defining a union of two sets than the existence of the sets themselves, the feeling dramatically varies when a conceited person is given a shot of vanity from when the same shot is administered to me.

And here we are not even talking of a shot of vanity that is a result of transcendental surrealism where what appears tends to be not true, and what does not appear, well, does not appear. It is difficult to pass judgement on what is not to be. So, let us just leave it at that.

I have a shocking revelation to make. No, I do not intend walking down the Abids main road in the nude. That, some would call an exercise in self-actualisation though it must be said that those guys/gals do not know what that word even means. What I am referring to is the position of my blog. Despite not having written a blog post for quite a while in between, my blog still shows at number 9 in the most popular blogs list.

Does that mean I am still read?

Current Mood: Gloomy
Current Music: Highway Star
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