My Rustic Journal

As i walk along the crowded pavement towards the market, i cannot help but notice a man sitting by the lamp-post. He is shabbily dressed to say the least. Every now and then he waves his hands in an attempt to shoo off the flies that seem to be feasting on his legs. His clothes are tattered and his face looks sullen like he has been suffering from some disease for a long long time. This isn't the first time i am seeing him here. Nor is it that his condition today is worse than what it has been before. Just that today, there is a burning desire within me, to find out what drives this man and what it is that he wants from his life. Is it money ??? But how long will a few dollars last? That won't change his life forever. He ll be found here again, once he has wasted his cash on a few drinks in the city bar. Is it education ??? Does education guarantee success? or peace or freedom? What do you teach a guy who has spent more than half his life watching educated people run ...

There's a small pathway going down towards those mountains passing through those jungles obviously...and thats what i was going to follow today.... Small rain drops kept falling on the top of our hill (thats where our college is located ...if u wish!!!) only to coalesce to form bigger drops and then small streams running down along the road from the top, taking with it stones and pebbles,some big some small,at nature's beck and call. As the amount of rainfall grew,so did the volume of water in these streams...which wud then go on to become bigger and bigger....sometimes, forming new channels to go down by the shortest route, and sometimes just following the broken gutters that were supposedly made for this purpose. Well, these small streams would then meet streams coming in from other directions to form Rivulets (thats what they are called....i think...) and keep growing in size....only to meet the river flowing somewhere in the midst of the jungles in the valley below...an...