Purpose of Life....

The Purpose of Life- this question never ceases to trouble me. What are we here for? To study, get a good job, earn money, become old and die. The answer to this question is something i keep looking for. Like Morpheus asks Neo " If you are dreaming and never wake up, how will you know its not real?", the world around is like a myth.People working harder and harder but not finding joy, people speaking without meaning any of things they say.
This reminds me the story of the small town railway station master who once asks a Sadhu "What should i do to find the purpose of life". Sadhu tells him " Speak the truth, only the truth and do not be selfish for 6months". The Station Master starts doing it, in 6 months he loses his job as he tells truth about small bribes to superiors, lose his wife-he tells he no longer finds joy with her and loses his whole past life. At the end, he wonders "What is this,I speak the truth and lose everything?" Then on the 1st day of 6th month a post man comes to him with a letter. It says your long lost aunt in England has died and you are the sole heir for her wealth of 10million pounds. He almost gets a heart attack and then says to himself , if a short period of 6month gave me so much riches, what will i get if i live like this my whole life. He leaves the money to his wife and relatives and continues on the path.Wow.....
The pure bliss as kids, after playing football in rain, collecting money in charanas and athanas and having coffee at the cafes, the joy in roaming around on your bike in rain,why do not we get it now or even expect it. The purpose of life, once beautifully told by Mother Theresa is to serve humanity, that is the ultimate purpose. Well, am too lazy and too selfish yet to do that but the joy which it would give would be something ultimate.The happiness which you get by hanging out with friends and spending time is something which, i believe, comes little close to this.

Traffig Signal.....

When i think of M'bai, one image that vividly comes to my mind is the traffig signal at chincholi bunder ( funny name for the most important place in Malad-W). There is the chai wala, the pan shop, the lounge bars, all in 100mts around it.

One person who stands out is the man who sells cleaning cloth at the signal. He is there in rain, hot sun and at all times. He sells with dignity and bearing. I always think how much would he earn at end of day, 400 Rs or at most 500 Rs. And what goes on through his mind when he sees people spending that much, without batting a eyelid, on one drink in the lounge bar just across.Is he angry? frustrated?annoyed? don't know.

The difference in money is so vast in Mumbai that it would make ur mind numb.One hand you have the society watchmen who earns 3000/-PM and there are people in same society who blow that much on one pizza orgy.What goes on these people minds? I always ponder. Just think a while and look at their eyes, they took have dreams, hopes for their kids. We need to do our bit to make them happy, but how?each one has to find thier answer.

Blogging!!

Hey,

I wonder why i started to blog....this is the second time am doing it. I always thought it was for losers who don't have anywhere to hangout except their comps.
When i was a kid in std 6th, i started to write a diary and over years it became a part of me. I wanted to see if i am comfortable with the comp as i am with my diary, so am waiting to to find out.....