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An Eye for An Eye

Among other things, I was caught in the same old dilemma yesterday while going to work. It's not those dilemmas that emerge out of the blue and before you arrive at a plausible conclusion or at solving it, tend to vanish before they subside in some perpetual corner of your brain, evoking thoughts once again in like circumstances.

To some, each day at work signifies a means to eke out their living; others work to seek and derive meaning out of their lives. While in an auto last morning, I tried to picture the latter. What would the second proposition imply in his case? If I were to dine with a billionaire, I would then again question the first and arrive at a similar decision. It's relative, for sure it is to someone with varied interests mapping to his income. I build connections many a time, with books, objects and memories of people long gone. But sadly enough for me, I tend to stick to nostalgia more than many thus inviting disharmony at the cost of a harmonious present. Also, if I start to build on a wonderful today, my tomorrow may be gloomy and pale to allow me further labour upon a glorious life. Attachment in excessive measure surmounts to addiction; addiction eventually to obsession and obsession either exposes through acts of genius or madness.

A genius by no measure is any short of abnormal 'cause he spends enormous energy in spotting what is hollow to the ordinary eye. An eye is marked by its purpose that our mind defines for it to be. I keep my eye in moderation and sight what lies beyond the other eye while I get judgmental about the other. It could be a worldly eye, a human and often just mine. So by no means, am I more human or less, just cautious to observe and measure. Having said that, it's also apt that I put in words that this eye of mine can often deceive, but so does the mind. The mind is to be held still and firm, clear about what is in my purview and how I should examine what lies on my plate or maybe it's someone else's I am fancying. 

The auto halts at the office gate. It's breezy and the flag is seen fluttering, the walls wear a moist essence as I now pick up my backpack lying beside and very watchfully hop out of the auto trying to avoid a puddle. On entering the office premises, I delve into those deep lost corners of my mind that had registered incidents during my auto-ride and I find none. It's busy and human figures instigate commotion. Until I stop to think for a while and start to look back at it, an indolent smile grips and I say to myself, "We ought to forever cling to bonds we are born with, but seldom connections we build during our lifetimes. It's all dust, dust, dust in the end; but my birth lives on!".
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