Destined 0r Not!

Life was running on fast mode. There was no time for old friends or for new friendships. I was a 8 to 8 machine, as if life was on auto pilot. There was no time to indulge in worthless talks hence there were no arguments. I liked everyone and everyone liked me. Money kept accumulating month after month and year on year.

At an age when people are still finding a purpose in life to me it seemed I have found one and already done with it. I have followed and lived what was a definition of a modern happy life and sadly become one only to find an emptiness a "fullstop".

Everything was just the same, the world kept moving on the way it did. The girl i saw every morning to work, the ticket officer at the station, the receptionist at the office, the sandwich-man at canteen, the news anchor at the 9 'O click news, everything & everyone seemed to be going about their days just the same. Than it sinked in slowly. Like sleep sinks in, on a lazy Saturday afternoon while watching television or reading a book. It was a dream within a dream.

It's either your life is in control of you, or you are in control of your life. But most of the times with most of us its the former. And we say a man got to do what a man got to do and go on creating realities. But than isn't reality a choice. If I didn't choose to write and you didn't choose to read this reality right now between us wouldn't be there. That brings out the question of destiny. Were we destined to choose what we chose.

Something tells me no. We write it on our own only to forget. 

©KSHITIJ GHAI