Once ‘the Man’ was not ‘the Man’ he is today, once he was ‘The Kid’. ‘The Kid’ didn’t know about anything beyond the reach of his hands, beyond what his eyes saw, beyond what he got to eat, n who to play with or not, with how to cry n how to drink the milk from mothers breast. Then a little older he started with what the ‘People’ wanted him to be………………………………………………………….

Does ‘the Man’ really need the Home, the Car, the Money. The Credit cards, the Foes, the Colleagues,the Education……………………………..and the list can go on, rather asking the question “Does ‘the Man’ actually need ‘The Things’ ? "

What ‘the Man’ does as a lot of his companions on the Journey do, is nothing but trying to break 'the Silence' which is there and like a cancer it grows. Another question asked is why ‘‘the Man’ wants to speak ?’.

Once when ‘the Man’ started the Journey, he had a ‘Moment of Clarity’ which was when he wanted to speak, none wanted to listen to him then. He wanted to find 'the Happiness'. What came in return was 'the People' asserting him n disagreeing without even trying to understand the meaning. The People told him about the past how 'the Things' have been how there have been GODs, GREATs, KINGs, HEROs n many more, also explaining to him how 'the Things' are. Did ‘the Man’ wanted to know anything about these? He just wanted to be heard. He was lectured on what 'the Future may' have for him n the persons around him. How he could become part of the People.

‘The Man’ even today does all the Home, Cars, Money and many more only to get back the Vision. He tries really hard to get back n remember 'the Song' he had. ‘The Man’ is in illusion that may be if he has 'the Things' he will get entry to the Centre the Shangri-La of People. He Believes on entry to Shangri-La people will greet him with warm hearts n share a conversation where they would listen n speak not just hear n speak.

Some of the best words which I have heard are from SIMON n GRAFUNKEL from the song ‘SOUND OF SILENCE’

"Fools" said I,"You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

Sometimes just like the rain comes n goes away these kind of ZILCH cross my Silence. And are like the rain drops lost in the downpour…………..