Observing

I remember watching a movie few years back which talked about observation as an interstng time pass. In that movie the heroine of the movie will take the hero to her favorite spot. Her favorite spot is along a highway. On the side of the highway there will be high rise and she will say to the hero that here most favorite time pass is to sit there and watch those vehicles in the highway and think about who those people were, where are they hurrying.

In chennai whenever I used to wake up during nights, I would sometimes hear the horn of vehicles hurrying in the GST road. The sound of the vehicle will come from very far away. Slowly the sound will increase and then it will fade away.

When the whole world is asleep there is someone who is driving huge 900 wheel truck in an emtpy road. The world is not dead, there is someone who is active thinking about this I will doze off.

Another interesting observation is of those people who travel by suburban trains. During evening I used to go to the mottai maadi and observe the trains which are going towards Tambaram. I will see all tired face returning back to face the worries at home. I will see ladies standing near the entrance and poking their faces out to face the embracing wind. Though the compartments are empty people want to enjoy the joy of the wind in their face ignoring the danger.

Where are these people going? What do they do for living? Where will they get down? Are they happy? For sometime I will forget about my exam the next day, the book in my hands.

Once I come out of those thoughts I will feel like someone who went on hours of journey. I will stare a the book in hand. Life has to go on..