I was walking on one of the busiest streets, in a land far away from mine, with a friend when we saw that some people had gathered to see something. We looked with curiosity what made so many people gather there. There was a beautiful painting drawn on the road. It was giving a 3-D effect. It was so beautiful that I wondered if this is what heaven looks like. He had kept two bowls in which people were putting money. There were a few other framed paintings which he had kept there.
I looked at the painter. I wondered what such a talented person is doing on a roadside. Probably he would have searched for a job, couldn’t find any, gave up hope to find any and finally ended up there-in that street, for earning something at least for that day. I don’t know why he was there. His eyes didn’t look away from the painting, not for a single moment. His hands were busy drawing with the colourful chalk pieces. A shower of a few minutes could have wiped away his effort of hours. Yet, he was doing everything with so much of perfection. He was enjoying his work in spite of not being recognized the way he should be. His whole concentration was into his work as if nothing existed beyond it. I was reminded of the quote ‘Do your job so well that the God and the Angels in the heaven are moved to say- here lives a person who did is his job so well as if only he was destined to do it’. And I could see a perfect example of such a person right in front of me. He was destined to be there and enjoying whatever he was doing. It was not only a necessity for him but also his reason of living because he loved doing it.
As we walked further, I saw a handicapped man exhibiting his talent with a ball. Then a very thin and short lady sitting at a corner and singing beautifully. Her voice was loud and clear. Don’t know why but I felt she was suffering from some disease (I remember seeing her there many times before). A few steps further were a band of people playing lovely music. Some people say this is the way these people beg. Can we call it begging? Isn’t it an insult to their talent? How many of us have these talents? How many of us have the ability to admire and respect their talent? We have a lot to learn from them, from their persistence.
Then I asked my friend the question that was still haunting me and i wanted someone to answer it- ‘why are these people here in spite of having so much of talent?’ The answer I got was- ‘This is what you call life.’
Yes, this is life for them. It isn't always fair. I turned back and looked at that street full of talented people. As we walked further, a few drops of water rolled down.
As we walked further, I saw a handicapped man exhibiting his talent with a ball. Then a very thin and short lady sitting at a corner and singing beautifully. Her voice was loud and clear. Don’t know why but I felt she was suffering from some disease (I remember seeing her there many times before). A few steps further were a band of people playing lovely music. Some people say this is the way these people beg. Can we call it begging? Isn’t it an insult to their talent? How many of us have these talents? How many of us have the ability to admire and respect their talent? We have a lot to learn from them, from their persistence.
Then I asked my friend the question that was still haunting me and i wanted someone to answer it- ‘why are these people here in spite of having so much of talent?’ The answer I got was- ‘This is what you call life.’
Yes, this is life for them. It isn't always fair. I turned back and looked at that street full of talented people. As we walked further, a few drops of water rolled down.
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