The dead man wore pyjamas

These days I am reading ‘Like the flowing river’ by Paulo Coelho. It is a collection of short stories and articles of the writer. One of them teaches a lesson which I felt like sharing.

A man was found dead in his pyjamas by a construction company in a building which was about to be demolished. Next to him lay a newspaper dated 20th February 1984. Same day was marked on the calendar on a table nearby.

The man lay there for 20 years!

And no one noticed his absence.

His company officials didn’t care to find about him as the company closed down soon after the man shifted to this building. He did this just after getting divorced. As he was under huge debt his friends thought that he had run away. Whatever be the reason nobody, simply nobody got curious about his sudden disappearance. Not even his ex-wife!

Nothing can be worse than the feeling that no one, absolutely no one, cares about us. The writer thanks the man for making him think how important friends are. I thank the writer for making me realize the same.

Random Thoughts

A few thoughts have been flowing through my head for a while now but were never penned down. So thought of putting them all down here otherwise they would never turn into individual blogs forever.

On my return journey from Hyderabad when the train stopped at a small station, I suddenly felt like getting down there and explore the place. It was open field with a lot of greenery. May be someday I, with my gang of course, would go on a wild journey like this. Time is running out.

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Since the time I have started working the unit of time has become a week as every Monday morning I think about the coming weekend. And from Tuesday onwards the countdown starts – 4 days left. This is a negative signal as time is running at a much faster pace now. I should be enjoying each day of my life. Something is missing.

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The Mumbai team for IPL was named Mumbai Indians. How ironical – a team from a city where a few leaders talk about throwing out people who do not belong to the state – is termed Indian. Actually it’s a truly cosmopolitan city but I wonder why such incidents weren’t condemned enough by the local voice.