Our life is full of ironies. Just look around and you will find in ample. It is said History repeats itself. Absolutely, IRON AGE is back.Let me present some of my personal favorites.
Yesterday's rain water still intact in the potholes of the 2 month old road, which somehow replaced the British era's so called express highway. Before every election, construction of the road seemed to be an anthem for the campaign of every political leader. They say they also feel the pain in their back because of the bumpy roads, while travelling in their personal Helicopter, all the time. I guess they refer to the pain they feel in bending, to see the glorious condition from the sky above.
On an usual evening, a mother and a daughter strolling in their mile stretching lawn.
Fragrance of the Roses, Jasmines, Violets, Lily and other countless flowers creating a mystical aura. Everyday before sunrise, dozens of gardener start their in-numerous activities of beautification. Even if everything seems to perfect, they will still maneuver to achieve even a greater height of perfection. In short perfecting the Perfect. The cost of a single plant would be equivalent or even more than the monthly wage of a pity gardener. Just imagine if that gardener gets a plant from that boulevard at the end of the month instead.
On a usual afternoon, a boy standing infront of a street side tea-stall.
Hoping to get a portion of stale biscuit thrown away by the shopkeeper or the customer. Even for that piece, he has several other competitors including the stray dogs. Last time he hit the jackpot was probably 2 days back or even more. The amount of water required to prepare a cup of tea would be more than what the boy gets to drink clean water for the day.
On a usual night, a girl sitting in a fast food joint.
Throwing tantrums because of the delay in order. The trails of ketchup still dripping all over from her chin which came out of the delicious PEPPERONI pizza (with extra cheese) 2 minutes ago. The tip which she gives to the waiter would be more than the actual bill.
On a usual midnight, two men sitting on a footpath bench.
One wearing the designer suit and the other with bare minimum(who knows this could become the next fashion statement). Former is drunk and dosn't want to go home. Latter one is also drunk but dosn't have a home to go. Former desires the amount of happiness which the latter has, and the latter hopes his sorrow minimizes to the former's.
What an Irony!!!!