Walk...............

                                                Walk........   

Well, this is our world. One with different people and different mindsets and different modes of travel. But the most basic mode of travel was once, walking, and is still practiced by some people. Well, for me, walking is really tough. Why do you think i said this? Because i get tired? Because i don't like sweat? Because........? NO!! that is not why i feel walking is tough. In those terms, for me, walking is really easy. Why i feel it is tough is because, when one is walking, he catches the view of the WORLD. Not some world evolving by the day or something which is rumored to be ending. But one that is filled with people who are trying to get on with their lives in some way or the other. And sometimes, i just feel sorry for them. Because they are like that. they are pitiful. These are the people i am going to talk about in this post. 

I am a student and live closeby to my school. i like walking and i often prefer walking to any other mode of travel. The road leading to my house is a main road, one of the important ones in the city. This road houses some educational institutions, software companies etc etc..... and, it also houses destitutes. this is the sight that depresses me the most. i do not know why they became destitutes, but all i feel is sad and sorry. i often wonder why they became destitutes, but i think, only for 5 to 6 steps of my long walk. the rest is just messed up. i never found an answer. i ask myself this question everyday, the same result continues...

there is this one man, and old man, whom i pass by everyday during my walk home. he is a destitute, there is'nt a single pinch of doubt about it. But, unlike few, he does not beg for the money he required to survive, nor does he sell things(stolen or not stolen). Instead, he takes to drawing pictures on the pitch black tar road in front of him. they are not pictures of random models, sceneries, heroes and heriones,cartoons or something. they are drawings of gods from different religions. and he does not ask passersbyes money for viewing it, but merely looks at them at turns his head away to look at the speeding vehicles. the pictures are simply marvellous. he uses inexpensive chalk to draw. i first came across him 3 years ago, on the opposite side to where he is "living" now. he was then too nothing less than a professional artist. back, then i used to cycle home and did not find much...interesting about him. but now, after 3 years, when i started walking, he looks older, but i still do not know his name, nor who he was, nor how he did/does such beautiful art. all i know is that he is poor and not desperate for money. He is in need of it, but he is not desperate for it. he is so old, that he does not have control over his tongue, which generally hangs out, nor his legs, which just sway about, nor his urinals, which i do not wish to speak off. he just has that little control of his hands which he uses to draw fantastic paintings. This brings a sorry smile to my face when i see it, but occasionally, with great struggle, he tries to perform a contemporary dance in view of recieving some meagre amount of money. Although it is funny, it is also a sad, sorry sight. 

I always wonder why people publicise random pictures of some priceless art done by some well-off person, or publicise  pictures of their doodles and tattoos, but never a drawing of a person like this, who is in dire need of money. Well, whenever i think of taking a picture of it( i.e. always), i find myself short of a camera........