LIWYMOI

So I was traveling back from my sister's place and I somehow had got a seat in the guard room, thankfully. The train otherwise was jam packed. It could have been really difficult to get into the train even with a reserved ticket!

I soon realized the environment inside the bogie was a bit different. It was filled with specially abled people. The guy on my side was limping most probably of polio. One extremely quiet couple and one lady who has no idea what she was doing. And there were two guys sitting on the upper birth who seemed to be genuinely busy and most importantly happily busy talking, smiling all the way. As if two close friends had met after a long time, too excited to share their life experiences, just too busy. Simply happy overtly. The most amazing part - one of them could neither hear nor speak. They both were using the sign language. And it struck me, how badly they were enjoying their conversation! Even with unconventional means. Trust me. I am not at all exaggerating this. It becomes so easy when one wants to talk and the other wants to listen! And of course, vice-verse. It went on for a while until train stopped at Whitefield railway station. They asked me which station it was. I had a hard time explaining them. They asked me couple of more questions. I realized both could not hear but only one could speak. I was already having a hard time answering. I was just imagining how difficult their daily lives would have been!
They continued with the silent banter while I pretended to play candy crush,  I was actually was trying to get a candid shot. And I got this.

Soon my station came. The guy on my side went to the restroom a minute before the train stopped. I knew he had to get down there so I knocked on the door to let him know. I tried for a minute more but there was no response. Then I alighted from the train and waited outside. The guy came out just at the right time, just a few seconds before the train left. He came to me and asked "were you the one knocking on the door?". At first I thought he'd be mad at me but luckily he gently said thanks. We continued walking towards the exit and started casual chatting. He told me how happy he was to get on to this particular train. Because this train would stop towards the exit side and he wouldn't need to cross the foot over bridge.
It came rushing to me how trivial our problems were when compared to theirs. May be most of us are disabled to enjoy life as it is with whatever it is given to us. But these folks weren't.
I mean really. Look at our problems. Either we are not progressing in our careers and constantly whining about it, or not getting enough money/love/girls and what not! The other day my friend told me that he has no direction in life and he is pretty pissed off with himself and not sure what he wants. Life sucks and stuff. And how badly I agreed that  I was in the same boat.
But today's experience made me feel that it then comes to the point of what our how you want to be. If you don't love yourself for what you are, no one will. If you don't do enough other than whining, you'll reach nowhere. You can be either happy with what you have or what you are or you attempt to change your life. All of this again strengthened my belief in the saying - "life is what you make is it!". Period.

P.S: I woke up and read the blog again and judged myself to have over-analyzed and become bit emotional. If you judge me, I won't blame you. But sometimes we need a little perspective to get back on the track. :)