overwhelmed

Don't think I am not ambitious.  Heck, I compromise a lot of my personal life just for my ambitions. Don't think I am not an egotist either. I might not be a jerk, but sure I think about what I want over what others want.
Also, don't think I don't want to be the best at whatever I do.

But, sometimes god shows you a blissful piece of his/her creation, something so profoundly beautiful that I, with all my petty thoughts of self importance, happily submit myself to that sparkle of beauty. All I do is thank him/her for sharing that with me.

like today :)

Things that connect us

I was watching Rang De Basanti for I think the nth time. And I am usually told by my friends that I am little too emotional when it comes to things like these. Things like what? well, stuff regarding identity, a sense of belonging to some place. Some place you can call your own. Something beyond the regular jingoistic import of the word patriotism. I actually don't even relate to that word. But I do believe in that feeling of belonging to a place where you don't need to shout out your nationality to prove you belong. A place where you don't even need to show it in anyway. It's in the small little things of how you communicate with that sense of belonging.

A very small, quiet little incident happened once at India gate. I love that place. it makes me feel one with the place I belong to. A place where the sense of connect with the rest of us that it is surreal. Although I don't share this feeling with other folks that often for the risk of feeling outlandish and to simply avoid all the banter at feeling antiquated in the way I feel. To an extent that I don't even expect to find a hopeless case like mine.

But then this happened: At India gate, at the "Amar Jawan Jyoti" ( The forever lit fire honoring Indian soldiers) I noticed this random guy walk up. Quietly, he walked up to the enclosure of Amar jawan jyoti, and bent down in respect. Quietly, without making any scene about it, and then just walked away...

And for that little second I had a smile on my face. A very discernible feeling of connect with that guy who got lost amidst hundreds of other folks around India gate. And I went back home too. But with the feeling that I am not alone. That there is someone else hopelessly emotional about this as I am :)