Keeping Pace...!! (short story)

In the space of five minutes four taxi drivers had already refused to take me to college. The distance apparently was not worth their while. As I spotted the fifth taxi speeding towards me, I noticed a well dressed man walking down the street.
The strangeness that caught my eye was not in his appearance but was prominent in his manner. He would cross the road, sit on the pavement and then frown at his watch. Suddenly he would spring up and run as if his life depended on the pace he could muster. He would then slow down again look at his watch, frown at the road and proceed to sit down again. Later he would cross the road and repeat the actions in the exact same pattern on the other side of the road.
I lost interest in getting a taxi and sat down on a nearby bench; all the while observing this man. On close observation, I saw that his shirt was in fact dirty and the strange colour of his hair was not god given but was dusty because of actual dirt. Then why was this man in such a hurry? The only hurry he should be in was probably to get under a shower. He obviously did not notice me as he was so absorbed in frowning at his watch. Then someone came and sat next to me, she probably like me was interested in observing people. She looked at me and stated flatly ‘I think he is insane.’
What makes someone lose his sanity? This was the question that was left in my mind as I got up to leave still looking at the decently dressed man.
The next taxi driver I met was quite willing to take me to my destination. As I looked out of the window, I noticed the pace at which the city was moving. A sad smile came on my face when I thought of that decently dressed man who had failed to keep pace and now was desperately trying to make up for lost time.

Dream on.....!

I strongly believe that language is an inadequate means of expressing oneself. If I was to pen down what I feel, if the boundaries of language would even consider letting me do that. I could fill up all the empty space available on this blog or further on the Internet. One thing that becomes clearer everyday is that we are all stuck in a vicious circle of momentary sorrows and happiness's; everything passes and nothing stays forever.We never experience the same thing twice and we are never in the same situation more than once, my thoughts that are flowing right now will never again flow in this exact same pattern.
It is strange how the realities of life like death, dreams..... are what we find unnerving and want to investigate constantly.
Dreams are real; they are altered only by our whims and fancies. If we want our dreams to remain constant while the whole "real" world changes around us, then we have the power to keep them real. We can dream whenever,wherever or however. We can build our castles in the air and no one can change anything in the kingdom because it is exclusively our kingdom. Our dreams are not slave to social,economic or religious standings. We are as free or as happy as we can ever be in our dreams. We make no mistakes in our dreams, and there is no place for regret or sadness in our dreams. We are what we want to be in our very own private world.
The so called real world, the world we live in is an uncertain place , we do not know what our next moment is going to do to our real life. Therefore though we can find traces of laughter,sadness,anger,frustration and elation in life. What we cannot find in life is satisfaction and peace. Peace comes with knowledge, and in reality we really do not know much about life. Therefore till we find the knowledge that will bring us peace and make our world real.I believe the real world is the world of fantasies,unmarred or unchanged,constantly in our control; the world of dreams. So Dream on....