In the awe of things....

I used to see the Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus {then Victoria terminus} as a small kid sitting on the bac seat of my fiat whenever Dad used to take us out to Downtown {man!!! I am in US} on sundays. I used to be in awe everytime I saw it lited. It was amazing. Beautiful!!! It would take away my breath and I always thought how nice it would be if I grew up and would have my college or office around here so that I can see the magnificient structure everyday. A typical British architecture, gigantic and when lited at night was awe-inspiring. Fast forward a few years and I got oppurtunity to play soccer at cross maidan almost everyday. I was so happy to be able to watch it everyday. As days passed by, I stopped noticing it. It was a part of my routine. 

After those two years, our football practice shifted to our college. After a few months, I happened to to go to Downtown {aaahhhh!!!! how much I hate the word} again and got an oppurtunity to see it again.And that too at night!!! Awesome...It had the same effect on me as it used to have when I was a kid. It was then I realised that when I used to see it everyday, it had so much become a part of me, that I had stopped noticing about how beautiful the structure was. How many times do we hear, "You realise the importance of anything after it goes away."

My house is on the 6th floor of the building and it has a traditional Indian balcony. Now, being on the sixth floor and surrounded by parks on three sides and no tall buildings in front of the balcony, there is always a smooth breeze and beautiful view out there. Every once in while I love standing there and watch as people pass by, sun sets down, city lights up. But thats not everyday. That happens when I have few guests at my place and I show them that part of the house and they smile saying "Its so beautfiul out here" or "I would love to have such a place at my house but unfortunately..." Its then that I realise  "Yes!!! this is really pretty." And Thats when, after winding up, I stand there looking around and I get the deepest satisfaction.

There isn't any real point about this entire post but just that sometimes we are so used to somethings that we dont realise what they mean to us until they are gone. Be it people, house or even a Sofa for that case. When we get them back we just be in their awe. I am not heer to teach that philosophy that you shoudl respect what you have and creepy crappy stuff. I mean its fine thats how things are but whats more important is you realise what they mean to you. I am pretty sure even if you decide to respect such things, as soon as they become a part of the routine, you treat it normally. Its only when you go out of routine you realise it.

Love that feeling!!!