have you ever observed a cigarette butt being tossed from a lofty height? have you ever looked at it aimlessly when it floated towards the earth? with no sense of purpose, no direction, no effort to choose any guided path, it keeps flying – not to reach high… but to touch the ground. have you ever felt that may be… just may be the half smoked cigarette tried, but life’s circumstances served on a platter by fate squandered all possibilities?
i had spent endless moments simply gazing at those floating cigarette butts…it made me feel as if it was destined to see itself waste…how similar to my life…i sometimes feel like a scavenger, whose daily run of life is so like that cigarette butt. Yet i often forget the shame… i give in every time although i know the direction will only lead me to nowhere… i never try to change the rule of the game knowing that life has already ‘set’ me as the butt of its malicious joke… and the best part is that when i start moving, at the end of every road, i stand beaten… numb of all senses… don’t know whether to cry or smile…a consoling voice from deep within says, “well, at least you survived”!
but did i?