SHOULD I....

This is for the agitation in me.The spurs of the intellect that refuse to mature into self-effacing oblivion.I find myself confused about the right way of life and if I would be able to begin the journey if I found a theory sustained by popular examples.Life metes out joy and sorrow in affordable measures to most.Seeing people around handle their share does give one a peep into human ways and their possibilities and limitations,though superficially. Ofcourse, there are the great men,the exceptions whose circumstances make them genius or genius,extraordinary. what if one is not given either .what if one is just given a few glimpses of inspiration ,now and then ,that is far from being strong enough to defy the weaker counterpart;yet sufficient to cause guilt and repulsion towards ordinary life.Everyday is a day nearer to the end,every moment a second nearer to the end of the day.Every circumstance an opportunity,every situation a poke at discrimination.Yet the eye watches helpless,the intellect dazed and the higher mind numbed and indifferent,procrastinating in illusion the judgement moment.There is a restlessness gnawing at your insides,every part in search of greatness ill acquired.Desires abundant,passions in a frenzy,intellect all twisted,circumstances ill formed,fears unfathomable yet an instinct towards what is right and lofty.These peeps into loftiness and its splendor of being its own evidence dont let us underrate the pricks in them.When witnessing the fault of others,I say to myself that I dont want to be this way at the same time as falling beneath it.
I must decide and decide now,which way I want to go.Whether the one of frivolity or of the courageous.To answer to people or the heavens above and then surrender myself completely to its tenets.

I will decide soon.........

Ganesha-The begining

Yesterday,i had been to my relative's home with my family.Camaraderie re-established and preliminaries adhered to,we got to chatting and reminiscing.After wiling away some time in talk and play (caroms),and when happiness at meeting loved ones was starting to slip into boredom,my aunt suggested that we go to the market and shop for flowers for the festival.(ganesh chathurthi).
My aunt,mum and i went on to realise the idea,the others being indifferent to it.

Malleshwaram market is a well known place and aunt and mum were familiar with the chaos.
"I" was not and was in for a surprise.Clearly the festival season had begun!!!
Rows of flowers of various kinds and garlands were piled in the footpaths,at a stretch,for more than a kilometer on both sides of the road.The colors of them ranging from,white ( red , yellow , pink) to violet.I am at a loss to think of their English names .
As privy to the Indian mentality,bargaining was on at every corner,the flower men for more money and the buyers for more flowers.
But then something,rather somebody caught my aunt's eye.It was a small boy of maybe 5 or 6 yrs,trying to sell his pile of lotuses.To try the situation in good humor, my aunt started to bargain,but did not have to press for discount as the boy immediately agreed to the price that she offered.We had a good laugh at the boy's selling abilities and his cuteness ,when a man approached us and said "each costs Rs 20 and nothing less".we understood.