A Page From My Diary

It was a good night, not really cold and not even hot and contrary to the London’s normal weather it was not raining. But I was not good. I was staying in side home and office for a month now and it was eating me up. Yeah I cannot stay in side or with just the work for long, I have a soul of a wanderer which always pushes me to go out randomly without any destination. To look under the city instead of looking at it.

Randomly I got up and went to the place which was my first outing destination in London, “The Piccadilly Circus”. I had seen that place twice by now but I always had a feeling like I have to see it more, like I have just visited it not seen it. It was a Friday night and the place was bustling as always. The lights the colours the people. Every one enjoying, everyone is happy, every one? No, not everyone was happy. Just like the streets of Lahore everybody here was with a story.

The big bars and restaurants, the people there seemed so happy, dancing, cheering but when you look closely, deep in their eyes you clearly see that they are not happy, they are just trying to escape, from their lives just SURVIVING. They are just pretending to be happy. A performer high up on a ladder, juggling with the swords, with a big smile, he was not happy. He is just hoping to make a few bucks by risking his life just to SURVIVE. That statute with a smile, this seems happier, oh no, wait, it’s not a statue, look in his eyes, it’s a man with a crying heart trying to fill his belly. That artist, making smiling sketches, making cartons of every one, he must be happy from inside, talked to him, no he is just cursing that no one came to him today. That couple, arms in arms, smiling at each other, they are cherishing with their life. No they are also worried that they spent too much. Those students are talking about their grades even on an outing, that person is sad because he lost a sum in casino, that well-dressed person is being thrown out of a club out of hundreds of people is no one really happy? Look that person is trying to find food from the thrown out junk, he can definitely not be happy or satisfied. No, he’s smiling, his eyes are smiling, why? How? Oh he found a packed good food from the bin to eat. He’s happy because he can just have one good meal tonight. All of us are not happy because we always want more then we have.