Mumbai or Bombay is a fast city.. Its a lively city which takes the life out of your life.. I used to travel a lot by train when my office was in colaba and used to look at thousands of people embark on a journey of discomfort to say the least most of them in their own thoughts rarely speaking to anyone else but still with so much of noise around.. The card playing gujju uncles, the beggars, one couple in which the guy is trying to protect the girl.. In my 1 year of constant to and fro from andheri to colaba I must have seen thousands of faces of people like myself who were travelling in that same train..

I sometimes wondered.. Where are these people going? Most of them with little or no expression on their face.. As if life deserted them.. Its makes you feel sad.. But once in a while there used to be a small kid travelling in the train who would be so cheerful that the people sitting beside him/her would smile a little..

Kids have that magic in them they are the closest to god i.e. they must have met god only a few years back and people like us who are 20 and above years old have already forgotten him.. Maybe thats why kids are happy.. and so free.. fearless.. and all things other people want to be..

But what about those thousands of faces where were they headed.. every day.. so many of them are running every morning.. even evening.. made life exciting but with little purpose.. Why are so many people running? and where are they trying to reach??

We all die in the end don’t we? Then where are so many people running?? One day I just stood at the platform.. looking at people run.. It made me realise i was so common.. like them.. part of a crowd.. running to nowhere..

Sometimes the greatest lessons in life is learnt when you stop and look around rather than go with the flow.. Maybe if we stop and look around we might find the path we want to go which isnt where everyone else is headed..