Monthly Archives: March 2010


A talk with a beggar

hey listen…
Yes…
Do you have a cigarette in spare?
Yes sure… have it…
Thanks a lot bro… do you have lights?
Yes sure… why not…
***Lighting up the cigarette…***
May God bless you man…
Not a problem bro… he replied…
Thanks man… Very few people are like you now a days…
Really? What’s the deal? I just given you a cigarette… that’s it… It’s not more important than a human being… is it?
Oh man… You are really a gem… I never met a person who not only said this, but I can see, you can understand and mean it as well…

Ohh com’on… there are lot of people you can find like me… its just a matter what you ask from whom… he replied…
No… please don’t tell me his… how you can say that? the beggar replied…
Yes man… there are lots of people who understand the relationship between a human being to a human being…he replied…

He also wanted someone to talk to someone… since months he talked to anyone about life… it was work and a girl only who was running into his nerves all the time… he wanted to get rid of it… he wanted to be distracted… detached…

He continued… it is just a matter of what one like and what not… I mean its just a matter of one’s personal choice on what grounds one want to help someone… Someone like smoking, some people don’t… some like pets, some don’t…

I don’t agree… he got a reply… thats what he wanted… a reply… someone to talk to him on the things what he wanted to talk about…

The beggar continued…
I don’t agree because help means help… you need not to help someone on the basis of what you like or what you don’t… help means help… it can be anything… if I asked for a cigarette and if you also smoke, its fine for you to offer me a cigarette, but if you don’t smoke and if I know that, I would have asked you for some money which eventually I would have been spending to buy some cigrett… so you are the one who got me wrong…

Yes man, you are right… help now means what one like and not what the other person want… its not your need but the other’s choice… which is wrong…

Many things are wrong buddy… wrong is to be with some one else if you don’t want to be… the begger whispered in his ears…

Holy shit… what the topic this beggar brought in here… he wanted to make a move but he didn’t… something stopped him there right at the moment…

Hey… what happened…? You lost somewhere… the beggar asked…

No… I am already lost… I can’t be lost anymore than this… he replied… The thing is… People always find there way around to get out of any situation… to get distracted… to feel detached… but when they move back and think of what they have committed, they only left with regret… or may be not… may be they turned too busy and just smile on the past… or after they realize their mistake, they turned like a fake happy-go-luck person who get no-one to share that fake hapiness… and whenever they get a chance to sit alone and think about it… they always feel about that single moment when they committed that mistake… they always live their life with the same pain hidden inside them which a tree feels whenever his branches cutting down… people enjoy the moments whenever they turn busy… they put comments on life “I am content… I am enjoying whatever I got…”… but there is always a joke lives within inside them which life has made on them… People are talking about enjoying the moments… forget the past and live in the present… I say… we always live in our past… because that’s what we lived… that’s what you call a part of our’s… and if something is a part of our’s, how we can cut it down at any point? You are making love to someone who don’t meant it… you are making noises like you are enjoying it while doing it… you are kissing someone knowing that it doesn’t belong to that person… how you can do it…?

It was hard for him to stand so long… it was the whisky running on over his mind… and someone’s picture which was making him tough to stand at all… He was about to slip on the road but luckiley the beggar hold him and made him sit on the bench…

The beggar’s turn…

You know man… I was one of the most richest person in my society… the day I realized that all this didn’t meant to me… whatever I was owing.. the house, the money, the lavish lifestyle, more than 10 cars… I left all that… That was the moment of my lifetime… I left everything which was not giving me a feeling of mine… ownself… I donate everything and turned like this… living a life on other’s mercy… and I don’t regret it… I don’t regret a bit of it… because I know, whatever I thought was mine, it created a fake identity of myself around people… I realized that people are not actually liking me because of “me”, but they were prone to what I got, money… I left everything…

He continued…

I thought about everything before I committed this… before I turned like asking for a cigarette from someone… and I was not able to do anything about it before I realized it… I was attached to nothing… Thinking is objective, and detached. Feeling is subjective, and attached… attached to yourself… I tried first to distract myself, but that didn’t helped… then I found that the lack of interest in the object of attention will not work… I have to be detached… not distract… distraction will give you the momentary relief… detached is something gonna work for lifetime…
He asked … So you are saying get detached whom you wanted to be… even you loved?

Beggar…

No… if you will feel detached to those at any point of time, then you didn’t loved them anytime… What I meant is to accept and respect their decision… and believe me… they will realize and will regret at each second of their life… even if they show they are too “busy” making love to someone else… even they think they are “saint to handle that” because of all the excuses which made them to took that decision… may be they can justify themselves, but if you are right at your place, nothing can change this… and they will and live with the regret only… showing off to the world can’t work with ownself… trust this…

By the time these talks were going on, the cigrett packet was over… he had to get up and buy a new packet… after all… this is what he wanted… to talk… to understand how it feels to be detached… how it has to happen… how to invoke it in his blood… he wanted to get over something which was killing him from inside… he almost ran to a nearby shop and purchased a cigarette packet…

So you are saying that being detached and being more involved are kind of same situation…? He asked…

By this time, the unlimited whisky he had before coming out of his room was making a huge noise in his head… picture of being with someone in the past took all his attention… but he was alive enough to listen to the beggar…

The beggar replied…

My son, being detached is more to do with someone else, being more involved is to do with yourself… If at any point of time, you are feeling detached, it means that thing or person was never a part of your’s… it was not him/her running inside you… if you are feeling that way, then what is the logic at all to think about those…? It means you are hurting yourself for nothing… If the people who really matter for you, those would have not let you get in this situation…

Ohh com’on… sometimes situation may bound you to take some decision which you never want to take… which you want to avoid at any cost but in the end you have to take… he tried to justify “someone” to that beggar…

By the time begger started giving him reply on this, he was slept there on the bench… his eyes were closed, his legs were folded onto that small bench where only two people can sit… the beggar took his head on his lap, the beggar took his overcoat and put that on him so that he should not have caught up with the cold… the beggar was singing one of his favorite song… “buy me a rose… call me from work…” which made him to got into a deep sleep after a long time… after ages… the deep sleep without any nightmares…

Beggar’s reply…

When he woke up from the bench, there were two notes from the beggar, written on a dirty paper with the ashes of winded up cigarettes… one was a quote… one was a poem…

“To be alone in the only real revolution. To accept that you are alone is the greatest transformation that can happen to you. I realized sometimes later in my life that I was part of that strange race of people aptly described as spending their lives doing things they detest, to make money they don’t want, to buy things they don’t need, to impress people they dislike and to get married to someone by calling it as a “situation” which I never wanted… but I had to enjoy it because of my own quotations and excuses I created for myself… and when I realized all this… I quit!!!”

“My own way…
No where to move
No road so smooth
But I know my destination
And I have to move on
No matter what
Life brings about
It’s my crust that keeps me alive
All alone but no fear
May be somewhere I find you around
Its getting dark
And im still on my way
Shameless creatures
That’s all I can see now…”

He woke up from the bench with a heavy headache… tried to figured out some disprine in his pocket which he didn’t got… but the words he got from the rich beggar were more then heavy from his headache… He carried away that with himself… something he mummer within himself for someone… “Its a shame idea to live life for someone else you damn… because in the end… what matters is… what life you wanted to life and how you wanted to live… and now see yourself what you got because of your’s “unwanted”, so called situations… Nothing you are going to take with yourself… its just you and your regrets… look at you!!! But still… I am not angry… because you are a part of me… enjoy… the more and the most you can… make love… make noises… as the beggar said… feel detached… its your destiny… it’s someone’s alibi… that’s what I am doing for you…”

The beggar reminds him… “some spaces are as important as fillings… some detachments are more important than the attachments… its a part of you… you can’t live without it… you can’t get rid of it… its you, yourself… in the end… standing alone… get nothing… like a beggar, but not rich…”

He again started looking for the cigarette shop… nothing was opened by that time… he has to wait…

God Bless…