Sparsh

Warning :Highly autobiographic post of a dejected,frustrated and confused person. There is a question repetitively asked in the interview - " Where do you see yourself 3 years ahead in life?" The questionnaire cannot tell his/her professional future after 1 year. But the irony of fate stuck in your neck to predict the future. The astrologer inside you is liberated and a future dream mixed with pseudo-ethics pours from the answer. This is ridiculous and complete waste of time in judging potential. This is referenced here as an anecdote to start my story. Because I am finding no clue about me now. The uncertainty about future in determining my life is taking sacrifice of mine simple pleasures. I am just living life from one day to another day.I had not read any book from last 2 months. The dyslexic inability to read literature is appearing in me. I feel very low like a pebble stone trampled by mob. Ever heard of a person to whom no wants to look but no one knows what to do...

I was watching the movie" The Proposition " when these lines are whispered by the protagonist. I could not find about writer of this peom on google. Enjoy the lyrics...... 1 "When?"Said the moon to the stars in the sky. "Soon," said the wind that followed him home. "Who?" said the cloud that started to cry. "Him," said the rider, dry as a bone. 2 "When?"Said the moon to the stars in the sky. "Soon," said the wind that followed him home. "Who?" said the cloud that started to cry. "Me," said the rider, dry as a bone. "How?" said the sun that melted the ground. "Why?" said the river that refused to run. "Where?" said the thunderwithout a sound. "Here," said the rider,and took up his gun. And chalte chalte , remembering Ghalib's poetry... Ghalib ke dost: Maszid mein baith mat pee Ghalib, Ek hi ghunt hai kahin khuda na maangle!! Ghalib: Maszid mein baith peen...