Caught unaware

Instead of the railways department, his teenaged mind cursed God for parting his parents from him in a train accident. For this boy from Chennai, now, Delhi was home.

Being a regional head at one of the most reputed banks in India could fetch Mr. Nandan Kumar only power and envy. Love was something that resided at home. Turning an atheist decades ago did not stop him from believing that this God-sent creation would bring him back to life. That day, the post midnight stroll back home from the office turned around his life.

For the last three years, she had been her companion for his early morning walks. The incentive of spending time with her would make him wrap up work at office to get back home before dinner time.

He unlocked the door of his two bed-room flat in the plush high-rise building at Gurgaon. The welcome –back-home hug was missing. He sunk into the sofa and looked at their picture that adorned the wall in front. Over the years, this one foot tall Pomeranian had become more than just a pet. Her absence had taken away a chunk of his life. Fifteen days just didn’t seem enough to wipe away memories of a lifetime. He stood up to step closer to the picture. Tears rolled down his stolid face, as he realized that God had reminded him yet again that he was meant to lead his life in soliloquy.

Works of Wonder

It doesn’t have a shape, or an odour, a touch that cannot be equaled – it is the elixir of life.

A pull that attempts to get virtually everything down to the earth  - it makes life simpler in ways that go unnoticed.  

A force that works opposite of the direction one moves in – this force of friction is what keeps man-made equipments and our life going.

Had these not existed, we would have been left tackling with the effects of the void.  Conspicuous usually in its absence, it’s courteous to at least acknowledge the imaginative powers of the creator to build things that are quintessential to our survival.   

I respect Him for being caring enough to create things that make life easy for us; ensuring that each of us get an equal opportunity of time; and for differentiating amongst us in allocation of natural resources, to add variety to learning and life.  

I bow to Him for granting each of us, an identity of our own, despite the similarity in our physical features; for giving us speech and a mind to voice opinions of our own.

I thank Him for being thoughtful enough to create infinite colours and sounds, and an eye to appreciate them; for ensuring we have enough variety of food - with different colours, shapes, sizes and structures, to cater to different taste buds. Hats off to Him for thinking ways to ensure we don’t skip a chance to fuel our body and mind.

We can modify its genetics.. or photoshop the original to perfection, but we’re still far from reaching the finesse of creating something as awesome as done by our creator. An artist does not work for recognition or applause, but it’s a delight to the spectator to appreciate a work of wonder.