Purpose

" Good Morning !!" a sweet female voice ringing in my ears, imagination travels all over the heaven, dreams roll out beautiful scenes, life seems so much interesting until my shut eyes open to the real world. My eye lids pull down with ultimate force to get back into the beautiful world of sleep, my whole body support my vision parts and relax on the soft material under, except for the auto clock set in my brain which has high determination to push my 70 kg body out of the bed. I wonder, Is this the purpose of Life ?

The morning routine feels to be such a big challenge even though I have been doing it myself from 20 years till date, shocking. Something seems to be incomplete, like the Arabian grape juice with seeds, u always want the tasty juice to slip in smooth into your throat with the soft pulp adding to the delight, but the presence of the seeds spoil the fun. As the ever active hands of the clock strike 7:20 AM, I hit the roads, all along the stretch I watch  possible gloomy, sad, depressed, angry morning faces. I keep hunting for a single cheerful smile but fail always. I wonder, Is this the purpose of Life ?

I enter my commutation bus, see the same faces on fixed seats with songs ringing in their ears, eyes tight shut. I wonder, does everyone wants to separate from the real world. Strong jerks hit me as the bus passes through the routine speed breakers to wake us up. Every living breath in the bus wakes up with a depressing expression and sounds. Then the 9 hours of the corporate life just passes by with instructions, demands, competition, envy, pressure, presentations, fun, laugh, arguments, requests, challenges. As the active hands of the clock strikes 5.30 PM, all the electronic lives of the company are shut and I find the cheerful smiling faces forcing themselves away from the work place. I wonder, do they want to separate themselves from the real world. Tiring legs of mine step into the apartments, and I feel alone, familiar faces seem unknown. I get a feel of the Arabian Nights, nomads spreading across the deserts with their lone companion, ship of the desert. I wonder, Is this the purpose of Life ?

I am forced to think why is the world so noisy, but silent. We have electronic friends, but fail to make real friends, on phone, we utter "Hello" but fail to do so to our neighbor, we tend to laugh on the jokes in Wats app, but fail to even smile to a passerby, we tend to read morning messages, but fail to wish our own parents, we may visit many facebook profiles, but fail to invite a visitor into our house, we may join many groups online, but fail to meet physical beings in our own society, we are so familiar that we shed tears for the characters in the serials, but fail to even understand the problems of our own friends, the shouts and laugh of the kids which used to echo in the whole area are now restricted to their shelters. I feel the world has got smaller and we have got farther.

As I step into my apartment and look towards the darkening sky, I find bee hive which is stuck to the extended roof of our terrace. I stand alone, and they are together, I wonder, are humans still social beings. Every morning as I enter our terrace to pull in the fresh air into m craving lungs, the sky is beautified by a kit of pigeons, floating together in the moisturized air. I once again wonder, are humans still social beings.

Today, I feel social involvement is reduced to family involvement. To have some quality hours with our family seems to be difficult.  We are converting from social beings to family beings, future target assured to be self being. Living a life with domestic and financial completion seems to be success. We being gifted the valuable human life, is  this the only purpose, or we have to stretch for something more.  

Is the above mentioned routine and stressful life, the reason for our restricted thinking or our social involvement is the solution to lead a better life? This is the question we have to answer.

Nikhil Hulamani

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