What Is The Meaning Of My Life...

'There is no meaning of my life, I am just hanging on to it.
Live, for the sake of it, and I am tired of it...'

I am listening a lot to it these days.
And I am not able to ignore it.
Neither the people who tell me it, nor the reason / the very statement.

It made me think, what is the meaning of my life, if any.
The first thing that occurred to me was, do we really need to be an Ambani or Obama to make our lives count...
Then I thought about my parents.
Both lived ordinary lives, but they are loved by many.
Their friends and a lot of neighbours and fellow villagers think they are their role models.
They started their lives from a very humble beginning and today, at their retired life, they are considered winners and self-made.
So won't that be the meaning or purpose of their life...

And to me, I am working in just another MNC, earning and celebrating ( I love to call so ) life.
To my town, nation or mankind, I am not sure whether I am contributing anything.
But I love my life and enjoying it.
I am able to make someone smile every possible ways.
I know that I am not self-made, every day in my life was always gifted, error-proof.

So what exactly is the meaning to anybody's life..
Without we may even realising it, we might be touching somebody's life positively.
Somebody is happy and eager to be with us.
That makes our life worthwhile.
But if we can be the next Ambani or Obama, it is always welcome :)

Some thoughts...

For the last few days I am noticing a boy in Brigade Road.
He will be sitting in front of the CCD shop, and there will be a lot of currency notes in his lap.
While his peers, who might be limbing, have a small kid, or even without one hand managed to get only few coins, this boy was getting lots of 10 and a few 100 rupees notes.
What makes him a super star at what he is doing - he is a small, around 10 years old, boy with a cute face and from his chin to his belly there is a big scar.
Something like he was burned.
He is not able to look up, as the skin is so tight, and he will roll his eyes up to maximum or he will bend his body when he needs to look up.


Remember Slumdog Millionaire ???
Won't this kid also be kept there by a mafia...
Somebody who cruelly burned him for their reason.
Worst, if they feel like he makes more money than other, won't there be more like him on roads...
Though I feel very pity for the boy, this thought stopped me from dropping anything into his lap...
But, if everybody stopped giving him anything, will that make those mafia pour more hot oil or something to make his burns worse...


No clue...
Won't there be anybody who needs to take notice of it...

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