Have you ever wondered how places of extreme drama are usually places where our observation is at its minimal. I mean, consider a place like railway station or may be a road. So many people moving all the time. That guy pulling the hand cart, dripping in sweat, his shoulders stooped, trudging along. Or the traffic policeman with his funny half pants and over loud whistle? Or the beggar. Searching cunningly for the next softie. That girl standing at the edge of the platform waiting for the train. She might be contemplating how to commit suicide or kill someone. Or may be shes thinking of the guy who winked at her the last time ( from the opposite platform), it could be a romance in making.
So many possibilities. And yet how many of them do we ever notice? We, who live such important life; self absorbent if you like. We spend all our lives blind. May be thats why we love them fast paced, racing novels. Stories that touch our lives fleetingly caught and embellished into some spectacular event.
Or may be its not our fault. This constant divulge of images hitting our eyes, this constant assault to our senses has forced us to ignore most of it.
And hence someone who dares to look out of the ordinary is touted as someone with great discerning power ?
May be being great is not being something special. It is about looking at the sidelines.