Letting Go..
I missed my office cab today morning and since I had plenty of time ahead, I decided to take the BMTC. I rolled up a 10 rupee note in between my palm and fingers and boarded a bus. I was standing holding onto a metal railing in the bus, when the driver applied slight brakes before speeding up on the flyover. The 10 rupee note flew from my hand, and fell on the gear box and had a smooth exit out through the front door of the bus. Few women started making loud screams, I didnt want the driver to panic and a scene following, so I signaled them that it was okay and took a seat which got vacant and pulled out another note from my wallet. I made a small prayer hoping the money lands into someone needy. I dont think anybody walks on the flyover, the note will take some time, before it travels/flies to the next owner. I was just relieved it was not a 100 rupee note :P
Some of the women who saw the note flying out, gave me unusual glances. May be they were surprised that I was so cool about it. Well, I had no choice but to let it go, bcos stopping the bus, hearing the driver abuse me for my carelessness is even more embarrassing for me. And who knows a couple of minutes of halt to retrieve my 10 rupee note would turn out to be more costly for some other innocent passenger in the bus.
I think its same with people in our lives. Sometimes we hold on to people in our memories even after they have exited out of our lives. We keep hoping and trying to bring them back without realizing how much of discomfort it would be to us, them or even others who are not involved in the whole process. It all depends on how much value or importance you attach to a person or thing. Even if you are gripping tightly to something or someone, I think if it is destined to move out, it will happen. One can move on only when you attach less importance to exited things. Atleast you have not lost everything, there is more to look forward to. Everything and everyone will land up to their destined owners some day.
Some of the women who saw the note flying out, gave me unusual glances. May be they were surprised that I was so cool about it. Well, I had no choice but to let it go, bcos stopping the bus, hearing the driver abuse me for my carelessness is even more embarrassing for me. And who knows a couple of minutes of halt to retrieve my 10 rupee note would turn out to be more costly for some other innocent passenger in the bus.
I think its same with people in our lives. Sometimes we hold on to people in our memories even after they have exited out of our lives. We keep hoping and trying to bring them back without realizing how much of discomfort it would be to us, them or even others who are not involved in the whole process. It all depends on how much value or importance you attach to a person or thing. Even if you are gripping tightly to something or someone, I think if it is destined to move out, it will happen. One can move on only when you attach less importance to exited things. Atleast you have not lost everything, there is more to look forward to. Everything and everyone will land up to their destined owners some day.