Unrooted

Unrooted.

It was time.
The time for them to take a decision that no one ever is ready for.

Time to slice off the roots and take the almost dead life as fast as you can from today to tomorrow clinging to a hope that that you would be able to revive it again.

Desperately searching for another place, the soil that would be welcoming to the small piece of dying plant that is their life.

Millions of them take that decision every minute and move to the frightening monster that we call cities.

Imagine living in a city with all the needs and wants taken care of.Things happen when you want them to happen, you get pissed at the uber driver who was a minute late, the coffee place which you swear is something that you cannot live without and the shopping carts at the spanking malls that are full upto brim. You look up to the skyscraper and navigate through it like a child's play.

And then I see those who come to this city and the city monster scares and scars the life out of them. Nudged in corners where we wouldn't be able to breathe, constraints which put on us today would nearly kill us ( having to go to work 365 days a year and doing whatever work comes across comes to mind ) , being forced to kill the desires that come from looking at those spic and spank cars moving around at the very high end to the ice cream cone that they see in someone's hand on a hot,sweltering punishing summer.

Not sure what killing off desires do to you on a sustained basis. If desires are rearing their ugly heads out of us on a daily basis, what happens if you turn them inwards everyday?
How much damage can those tentacles do specially when they have no release?

Next time you see someone "unrooted", help make the soil around this concrete ground a little softer for them, just try.

Is shahar kee lambee meenaron se daar lagta hai,
Jab upar se ghoortee hein, dekhtee hein,
Sadak bhee sawal kartee hein, kee jana kahan hein tumhe,
Badhawas se bade log dekh kar undekha kar rahe hein

Kyon aaya mein is sard duniya mein, jahan bulb tubelight hai par ujala nahin,
Jahan aankhen badee badee hein, par dikhane walee nahin, Nazar rakhne walee
Behosh hona aasaan hai yahan, hosh kee keemat auakat se bahar huee,
Par kambakth pet ko kaun samjhaye,bekhauf shahar mein nanga ghoom Raha hai,mujhe ghuma Raha hai

MJ