A Ride to Embrace-
There was a rational boy named Jackson. He was profoundly interested in penning down on nature and its incompatible beauty. He opines that people are swayed away by the materialistic competition of the world. This has caused them an oversight over the ode of nature and its summon of a multitude of lessons for human beings on earth. He wanted his write-ups to devise a rapport between Nature and humans as that would be a turning point in the lives of people on earth who will cherish and inhale eternal solace. One day Jackson was knocked with an opportunity to compose a poem on the correlation between the portrait of day and a portrait of night. He had shown a green flag to this vibrant offer. He had been scrounging for opportunities similar to this for ages. He was upright to draw a mind-boggling contrast between the hues of day and the hues of night. Through the diverging attributes of nature, he aimed at the broader vision to expand the horizons of the people so that they may stand in the loop of the elegance of two distinct phases and what similarities and dissimilarities prevail for human beings to festoon their souls. He was bewildered about how he could stir the ideas and curate a wondrous piece for the audience. Jackson was a person who wanted his writings to be replete with a diversity of ideas and opinions. He decided the seek the assistance of any other wise soul who is not victimized by the passage of time and rather considers the factor of mulling over time and acknowledges the fact that beauty wings which makes the flow of time more beautiful. With this intent, he kept on moving on a road in pursuit of finding his companion. His sight was caught by a Rickshaw puller who was in great audacity doing his job. The contentment that he was wearing shook Jackson. He began a conversation with him and he said to the rickshaw puller “I am a post and I am thriving on my project these days, will you take me to the place of this city that is most lively and gleeful? You must have experienced many places of the town; you must know the most active nook of a town”. The rickshaw puller giggled and replied “I retain there is no place which I deem as lively and there is no place which I deem passive. The fact that the beholder is visualizing a certain spot with what state of mind defines the place. I have seen many jolly souls sitting in despondence at the places which are so engaging and I have seen many bummed out souls rejoicing at the passive and the somber places”. Jackson was amazed by the enlightened words of the Rickshaw puller and he took the ride for a full day so that he could ponder over the activities of a day and night and curate a poem with a difference. The rickshaw puller was an eye-opener for Jackson as the man with a meager income was so contended and contemplative that his words had the lot to embellish Jackson’s poem. They both began their prolific ride and kick-started the observation and discussion on the eternity of day and night.
As they began their ride, they found a massive truck that was being loaded with bricks. The laborers were not leaving any stone unturned in holding the heap of bricks all together and putting them inside the truck. Jackson asked the Rickshaw puller why he stopped the truck over there to which he replied “ I want to show you how bulky things are undesirable in life but still they are inevitable, for these workers, it is a source of income, while for the people with their backs loaded with the bulk of boundaries of humanity are the ones who are most patient. The people floating in the enviousness, disloyalty, anger, and greed are those who are acting as a blockade in the process of a harmonious soul that embraces peace. But the fellows who are under the training of abstinence found to conquer their anger, lust, urge to betray, etc. bulky. But they know that the right path is not always the easy path which makes it inevitable for them to carry forward their blaze with them. Then they moved further where Jackson observed the buzz near the college area, the passionate Youth were walking in their ventures and some of them were anguished by the ordeals that the young phase throws at them while others were heedless and were rejoicing the aura of young age with the freedom that was taken granted by them. The Rickshaw puller uttered “The Young age is the most delicate stage of a life; it has the power to hold the person tenaciously and either drain him in a river of regret or to float him in a river of radiance. The morning buzz near the colleges is a frame of a passion-driven youth that is enbibed in a goal to make strides and flourish in life. The glitter in the aspirational eyes speak the loudest words of the toil and moil which they commence from the morning. The road at which they stand by wearing a crown of young age is a road that can folk into many parts of vibrance or can folk into a single road of deterioration.” Jackson agreed to his words. He further shed light on the fact that as the foundation of the cake decides the robustness of a cake similarly the foundation of a human is that of his young age which decides or which carves his major part of life. They both continued their ride and found congested traffic that had blocked the road, the long queue of cars anticipating the traffic to get released so that they may carry on their journeys. The tetchy drivers are driving their cars relentlessly as they are in a rush which has made them neglect the people crossing the roads. Their impatience has caused them anguish and made their morning refreshing hours irked. The environs were shambolic and noisy. Jackson uttered, “What made the people get fumed at the trivial issues which have engulfed their mind to relax and pump up the souls with the halt in life and to spend some time with themselves?”. The Rickshaw puller reverted “The man is in an incessant rat race that is overshadowed by the desire to attain more and more which never endorses a person to enjoy the things which are in hand. The life business has overpowered a person to perish by the stress of a plethora of things. The repercussions of stress have pierced the imbalances in their life. The mayhem of a day is pleasant when you behold the patience, benevolence, and honesty looming and not being wiped out by the race of success which is incomplete if the person has been shaded into the filthy colors. Those colors are so septic that its venom infects the whole soul of a person.” Jackson was satiated with the words of Rickshaw puller and he kept on penning the observations so that they may be a tool to design a frame of a poem.
The way passed by along with the time. They were caught by the magnificence of the herd of birds who were perching near the trees. Jackson was influenced by their groups and the solidarity that they were providing each other. The Rickshaw puller was unfazed by the magnificence of the herd of birds. Jackson asked “Why you are not gazing at the spellbinding scene? Are you not finding it enthralling? He reverted, I witness this scene more than any other thing, every morning the chirping of birds acts as my alarm to awaken me up. Their beauty falls in their unity. The junction of their life is where they all stand by holding each other firmly. The flight of the birds vary with each other but they are never envious towards each other and are geared up to brace up the needy one irrespective of the viability differences.” Jackson incorporated his notions to provide a bigger platform to Rickshaw puller words. He said “ I see, it is unparallel to the human connections. Human beings are the holders of grudges against one another and not the holders of mercy towards one another. The fact that fellows are attaining more success in their lives switches their envious mode towards each other and they begin developing an aversion to their current position. The contemporary brutal time has even painted this filth on the bonds of siblings and friends. I wonder how could we aspire to a peaceful life if we are not tailored to back up one another and showcase the unity to the other creatures irrespective of the differences we share.”
The sun was crimping its majestic outlook and was bidding adieu to the world. The dusk was knocking on the sky and everyone was gleeful about getting off from their day and going for relaxation. Jackson was overwhelmed to see the new theme of his write-up flourishing to the full extent. The looming darkling rays were striking the minds of Jackson and Rickshaw Puller, germinating new ideas and new philosophies for the world to embrace. They reached a spot where they found an array of vendors striving arduously to sell their products as they were at the last juncture of the day to earn adequate to meet their basic needs. The passer-byes were heedless towards the cry of those vendors while some of them were scornful in their approach towards them. The eyes of vendors were getting into despair with the intensification of the night. Jackson said to the Rickshaw puller “ This symbolizes the hierarchy that prevails in our society that determines the social circle of the people. With the accumulation of wealth, the nature of humans became determined towards their fellows. But I know many lively people who are richer than those people who perceive themselves as the highest takers of a top place but their richness doesn’t allow them to oblige the others who bow in front of them. The only difference between their wealth and the wealth of boastful folks is that the former’s wealth is measured in terms of their hearts’ capacity and the latter’s wealth is measured in terms of their pocket’s capacity”. The Rickshaw puller was delightful with the dazzle of the words that Jackson spoke. He added to his words about the metaphorical representation of the Vendor which is that of class differences deepening the arrogance in the people who find themselves not satisfied with their positions. The money that is not buying humanity is worth earning said Jackson. They both continued their ride and began humming together as they were amidst the solace that they were near to find replete content for the project that they were working on together. They halted in the vicinity of a corporate building. Where they found the fatigued faces returning to their abodes. Their fatigue was screaming in the despondent atmosphere that they had experienced throughout their day. Rickshaw pullers shed light that which job demands an environment that is brimmed with a somberness that is a blockade for the employees to work with their utmost creativity and innovation. “The hands are working but the mind is dormant,” said Jackson. The Rickshaw puller inserted “In the pursuit of earning it should be taken care that people are also in the pursuit of happiness. The less income of a month can be paired up with the richness of a body’s solace. Many employers are acquainted with the notion of delving pure bliss out of a person and to thrive for that they are into conduct mental relaxation sessions, official excursions, monthly leaves, and outdoor cabins which are a proficient place for the overburdened man to work, etc.” Jackson was amazed by the spectacular viewpoint of the rickshaw puller that in spite of the job which is far off from the corporate world the embodiment of knowledge is deeply embedded in him. With the help of insights, they both moved forward and were zoned into a mulling realm as the raw ideas are better comprehended when they are paired up with the experiences.
The buzz of a day went silent, the deafening traffic was abated. The moon was gleaming alone in the sky thus depicting that you have the worth to gleam alone and win the hearts by your charisma. Jackson found the absence of nature’s activity at night. The trees, the animals, the insects, etc. were lying in a passivity. Rickshaw puller pointed “The lightening of the world originated by the artificial means that undoubtedly poured upon the illumination but it was fragile to compete for the natural gleam that again unfurls a new lesson that no matter how shimmery the man-made creations can be but they are ultimately tied up with their origin of a natural sprout and their yield is also not that efficacious to stand against the Super power’s creations and decisions”. Jackson curved his bliss and uttered “ I have been stacked with replete lessons and raw materials that can curate my poem that has its aim to give a beyond metaphysical means to the other people. I am indebted to your assistance and enlightenment. I was not in a loop that you can be the epitome of contemplation and an in-depth zone of observations. I am pride-stricken to claim you as my companion in this piece. It’s time for me to bid adieu”. Rickshaw puller added his saga of gratitude towards him for opting for him as a dovetailing companion for his write-up and finding a friend that also resides in an eternal nook of the aesthetics of the world.
