"He is old enough to be my Grandpa"--thought Alex as he watched the old man ruffle his hands through his hair.The broad features of the face remained the same, the same matured look(as he liked to call it), the small pock-marks around the cheeks,the slight discoulouration around the temples,the small cuts in the lips,the dark circles around the eyes, the mistiness in the eyes.......
Ah the eyes---they were so attractive.Not attractive because of beauty,but attractive,because of the complete lack of emotions they displayed.You could look at them and keep guessing for eons as to what they signified ??
Did they show the cold hard stare of the determined soul,or, were they the epitome of blankness that comes when you lose everything that you ever cared for, or, were they depicting the mental peace obtained when all your worldly responsibilities have been fulfilled or maybe they were showing the simple gaze of a dutiful listener.
These questions always used to whiz through Alex's mind when he used to watch his own face in the mirror, and now, there was the old man's face.
There was so much to talk about,but, what all did the man want to tell??Alex tried to look at his clothes and try to guess the man's profession,but, he immediately realised the folly of his actions when the old man looked at him quizzically and muttered--"U know young man--every one likes to wear a pair of jeans and round neck T-shirt".He eased Alex out of the ackward situation by beginning to talk about the revolution."Revolutions don't require the strength of the majority--it only requires the power of will"--he said. "When we started , our only companions were our dreams and loneliness. We didn't even know who were with us and who were with them.We didn't know whether to trust a person as a friend or to be wary of him.Why others--at times we didn't trust our own people.The only thing that sustained us during those tumultous times was our vision of a grand republic."
"Well the republic did come up--maybe not as grand as we had envisioned---but a republic nonetheless--atleast the people are happy now. You will soon realise that the life you are living--where you serve others to earn your bread--where you curse the people above you and get cursed by the people below you--where every thread has to be vertical and never horizontal--is actually a comfort zone.Your true potential--or maybe your true worth-- will be known only when you start thinking about the world beyond the system. It's not easy to break the system, its even more difficult to live without a system--but atleast you will be satisfied.You will be satisfied, not because you don't serve others, but, because, you will serve yourself."
"Your journey will not be easy.There will be a lot of hardships,why, your destination will be even more difficult than the journey itsef--but atleast you will be satisfied.I won't tell you any more,because, you are wise enough the take your own decisions based on the present circumstances."
With these words, the old man took a step back,turned and started crossing the road. Alex knew that the old man would soon be gone.He knew that the man wouldn't answer any of his questions,but, now he also knew that there was some purpouse in his life.His eyes wandered away from the old man to the gun which was now lying on the floor. Only a short while back, it had been in his hands and pointed towards his temple--but, that seemed like a distant past--even his mental turmoil and decision to commit the ultimate sin--to take one's own life--seemed like some distant dark past.
"maybe I should try out something--let me not waste this oppurtunity--for how many people get adviced from their own self who come
60 years from the future?"thought Alex.