The best way to know the self is feeling oneself at the moments of reckoning. The feeling of being alone, just with your senses, may lead you to think more consciously. More and more of such moments may sensitize ‘you towards you’, towards others. We become regular with introspection and retrospection. We get ‘the’ gradual connect to the higher self we may name Spirituality or God or just a Humane Conscious. We tend to get a rhythm again in life. We need to learn the art of being lonely in crowd while being part of the crowd. A multitude of loneliness in mosaic of relations! One needs to feel it severally, with conscience, before making it a way of life. One needs to live several such lonely moments. One needs to live severallyalone.

Friday, 10 June 2016


Short Story

He was about to leave for his office when it suddenly came to him that he had to make that call.

It was around 9 AM and it was the time.

But he could not proceed in that melee of the metropolitan crowd that had engulfed his life – and life of everyone whom he knew – people like him who had left their roots behind to make a life for them.

Now it is a borrowed life at best.

This ‘important call’ was just one of many prices he was paying for a piece of land in the sky of this big city that he called him home – a home that had started confusing him now.

He could not make it then – the call.

And he was not sure whether it would stay with him to remind him later that he had something important pending to do – a call that was from his personal relations.

When it would happen with him initially, he would feel greatly disturbed.

But with time, that feeling of restlessness gave way to a nonchalant but passable attitude.

He didn’t intend for it. He didn’t ask for it. But he didn’t found himself in the position to say no. It was the life that he had made in this city that forced this attitude in his lifestyle.

He had not come to this big city with dreams of making it big.

And it is the story of millions who are forced to migrate to big cities looking for their threads of life that they fail to get where they are born.

Yes, all they want is a life – not a big pie in the social circles of Metro cities that is both, welcoming and hostile.

All they want is a way to earn their living – that they cannot have where they came from.

They are accepted as they add to the economic spokes of the city but they also become the easy targets whenever the big city faces some human crisis. Millions, who rent out their lives, while living in rented accommodations, are forced to get so much absorbed in their borrowed lives that the feeling of permanence becomes a fleeting expectation that they even do not want to think of.

He used to think deeply on these lines.

But not anymore!

Not because he doesn’t want to.

Because he doesn’t get time to think such things that take many hours away from his daily routine – a routine that gives him sustenance – but doesn’t show him any purpose.

Yes, he knew that he had left thinking on those themes a long ago. ‘Aim of life’, ‘objective’, ‘purpose’, these used to be realistic words when he had come to this city. When they became ‘big’ words he didn’t realise.

To continue.. 

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey -