Too windy and i am struggling to light my tobacco, wasted many match sticks in the process, i sat down and watched, smoking.
Have to take pictures
Later, let me watch them first.
Its been a while. This post is not annoying, let me assure you.
i don't want to get back to the blog with an annoying post.
That will come later.
Strange feeling, i am coming back to talk to my friends
Its dark in there, and there is no light in Daylight Again, covered by over grown weed,
tall grass surrounding it.
Leave it alone i thought.
But i want to live there without clearing the weed and cutting the grass.
i still have a lot to tell you
will it stop ? Even when no one wants to listen to me ?
oh ! He's looking at me wondering what i am doing
Two kinds of seagulls here, i am not an expert, they are seagulls i think.
Just flying across, with no apparent purpose. Just flying back and forth, go soaring high and dive all of a sudden. Rising again inches above the water. Go up again, fly across, disappear, come back darting again.
Same routine, just flying for fun.
i saw nearly all the seagulls behave like Jonathan Livingston. They just fly, darting across, up and down, disappear and reappear. Wonder if they have read the book.
Have you read the book ? i shout
What book ?
Jonathan Livingston.
Oh Richard Bach ?
yes.
We don't have to, we all are Jonathan Livingstons here. He shouts
Yes i see that, i shout back.
They are so fast. Its like they dart across with near lightning speed. i fail to capture them in the camera most of the time. i get only the tail or part of a wing in the picture.
We all want to be different from others. But can't afford to be too different when we live in a society.
98% of the world population are followers. They follow something or the other, Myths, religion, philosophy.
humans are programmed to follow by the natural selection. Its safer to live in groups or a society and you can't afford to stay away or be too different from the others.
Only 2% have the courage to be rational.
I want to weep for the beauty. Life is so simple. A wing, two feet, two eyes, some play, gather something for food. Quietly you fly in here, rauf, so quietly. I just want to watch you fly awhile. I am touched and moved by the feeling in these images. They are more than pictures; the are the beauty and freedom of life itself.
(Typed with one finger with James asleep on my chest.)