Beauty Is No More Beautiful....
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Beauty is no more Beautiful....

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It was the month of August and it was raining like cats and dogs in Hyderabad. I am very much fond of visiting “Hussain Sagar Lake”, because I find spiritual peace and satisfaction by looking at the current of water that reminds me about life, that every thing which starts with speed has to slow down at the end by itself or by colliding with something, which is beyond you, as here in this case the bank of the lake. This current of water behaves like my desires, which are so intense and high in the starting, but as soon as I achieve it, I start getting stable at the end, just like this current, when it achieves bank.

I used to visit this place very frequently, so the faces of these vendors that keep on roaming around the lake and sell tea, coffee, ice-cream etc., are familiar to me. There is a so called Parrot Astrologer also who predicts your future with the help of parrot, if you have been there, you must have seen him at least once.

I was sitting under a tree where this wretched bench was also giving me comfort, as if my conscious knew that those new benches would make me wet in the rain. Breeze was blowing, giving a feeling as if it was penetrating my body and going thru it. I was feeling getting purified by this wind, as if it was whipping out all the bad vibes from my mind and the soul. These droplets of rain were hitting my body and drifting to the earth, making my body filled with good energy. It was feeling like as if all my bad energy was getting diluted in these droplets and they were taking it to the mother earth for their neutralization.

The water level of lake was quite high today as it was raining since last week. I was appraising the beauty of nature and was feeling gifted by god, being a part of this beautiful scene. Suddenly a word cracked out from my mouth “wow! Beautiful”, I was having an echo of my words, but that didn’t sound as I had said, and even their tone was suggesting me some sadness. They were echoing me as “What beautiful??”

I realized that it was not my voice, I turned back, there was a tea vendor sitting behind the bench and trying to protect himself from rain. I asked “You said something?” “What difference does it makes to you?” he replied. “I heard a voice, so just confirming.” His eyes were getting watery, may be because of rain. He was holding a long kettle and a small bucket in which there were some paper cups. “Give me a cup of tea” as I am very much fond of tea so I was not able to resist myself. “Wow! In this weather it’s fun having tea in these droplets”, “only for you” he murmured and sat quietly. “Why you said so?” I asked. He said nothing. But this expression of that man initiated a current of eagerness in my heart. I insisted him, then he said “there is no sale since last 10 days, nobody is visiting this place due to rain” I saw a droplet drifting along the corner of his left eye. “I earn daily wages, what I earn in a day; I and my family consume it in the same day. But since last 10 days I haven’t even earned 200 rupees.”

His few words and those expressions were making me disturbed. I suddenly realized that the same tea, which was heaven for me few seconds back, was not giving me any taste, as if it was boiled water. I asked him “how many members are there in your family?” He said “me, my two kids and my mother. I lost my wife few months back, she was suffering from TB”.

I used to be there at the Hussain Sagar because of my internal peace and satisfaction, but at that point of time I was most unsatisfied person at that bank, may be after him. “This beauty and nature is just for you, and those who are rich, not for us, this is our workplace, we come and earn here. We don’t find any beauty at this place.” Suddenly he stood up and ran towards a couple roaming there and asked them whether they would need tea, but they denied. He came back and sat behind the bench. I could see the disappointment in his eyes. Now I realized that droplet coming out of his eyes was not because of rain, but it was a tear-pearl. He tried the same with some other people roaming there, in some cases he succeeded to sell tea.

I got up and approached him as I wanted to help him out. I offered him 100 rupees, but he refused by saying “you have already paid for the tea you took.” “I am a frequent visitor here and keep on coming every day, so I am paying you in advance and will always buy tea from you, as I liked its test better than others.” He hesitated first but accepted it as his needs were dominating his soul. He walked to another man for selling the tea.

I came back and sat on the same bench. By this time I was almost completely wet by the rain, but it was feeling as if I was in a new place and had no idea about my body and my life. I was almost blank. Now that place was became a new to me, It was not giving me any peace or satisfaction. I could feel that the same place which was beautiful for me was not even worth watching for that tea vendor. Since last 10 days that place was the most disliked place by the men like him, who were roaming there to earn their bread, but that place was not allowing them to do so, because of it’s natural beauty, that was rain. That rain was a gift to me from god, but for them it was a curse, with which god has punished them.

I was there on that bench till very late in the night until a guard came and asked me to go. That incident raised thousand of questions in my mind. My soul was asking for satisfaction from my mind. But now I was not able to find out any place where I can go and watch the beauty of god and the nature. It was really a strange experience that I had. I am unable to differentiate between beautiful and ugly, both the words seems to have the same meaning, it depends on which side of the scene you are. The word beautiful is no more beautiful for me…

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