Lost Destination I peep through the window: they keep running with the mobiles humming warming up their frozen spirits till the last breath in them.
They run every morning on the bank of the lake to be afar from the din in the cities, their world of money , power and status pursuing their insatiated thirst for the supreme titles, ranks like Tatas, Birlas or Ambanis .
Man runs for his health to accelerate his running behind his wealth. Man’s life is woven between these two,faces of the same coin. wealthy man hangs around his health to drench with mirth in the stream of wealth.
But the poor peasant,nature’s friend toiling in mud inviting pleasant health that is his wealth supersedes the wealth of currency notes forever. What a pity ! a wealthy man in the craze of running strives to save his wrecking health to retain his fortune..
Ass. prof. of English, I have qualification in German language . I have been teaching German since 15 years, My working place is S VIVEKANANDA DEGREE COLLEGE ,NEHRU NAGAR PUTTUR (D. K.) 574203 KARANATAKA INDIA. I have learnt hindustani music also
This is about someone special Someone so special that any special person could be to anyone And sharing with you about this special person Makes me feel special too I look back to the times I spent with him Where
The road to destination is wide & vague, Some get ahead, others lag behind, Other’s mission is to fail those ahead, Some find excuses to stay behind, Others are spectators, just watching the race, Others are oblivious to their status