Away from home, life is restless. I find peace in these
parks of Bangalore. I was sitting in the park one evening after a hectic day in
college when something grabbed my attention. Famous as it is, the cool winds
swayed and played with the boughs of the tree I was sitting under.
The leaves
looked blissful, ecstatic, dancing in merriment. It reminded me of the victory
dance done in many tribes of India. The leaves enjoying the wind as much as I
was. Suddenly a leaf fell off and kissed the ground. It lay lifeless on the
ground. Soon it would be coffined by the mud, forgotten.
Life is too
short. When we sit and wonder how we will survive another fifty years, we
forget that we already have enjoyed twenty years of life. Many external sources
come by as agents of happiness but we are so sure that happiness will come
walking and slap itself on our faces that we give no heed to ones that brush
past.
When one sits idly in Bangalore, these winds will give you happiness and
peace. When one sits wondering what to do these trees and parks distract you.
Bangalore has so much beauty to be absorbed but each of us are so busy feeling
lonely, home sick, out of place or trying so hard to get into the “culture”
that we tend to avoid everything else around.
“Our environment, the world in which we live and work,
is a
mirror of our attitude and experiences.”
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