The Restart (!)

During these days of silence, i traveled a lot, virtually and really.
I met a lot of people; a few of them traveled sitting very next to me, another few sat face to face on a computer interface, even though they were miles apart.
Thats why i said i traveled virtually and really.
It was SHE who asked this question.

"Where can i find the reset button of life?.."

Most of them i met during those journeys were clumsy, desperate, perplexed, and tired of asking this question to themselves... To "SHE", i answered, "while we find the reset button of our life, we loose our strength to hit the button"....

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It seems like the whole city is addicted to low floor Volvo bus. The number of people using them is increasing day by day. I was running fast to make sure that i did get the bus. I felt like heaven when i entered the a/c bus. Even though Christmas is setting in, i think we will have to celebrate it without cool nights. I was enjoying the scenario. I checked my wallet before demanding ticket. A hundred rupees note, a fifty rupees note and a few ten rupees notes smiled at me. I smiled them back. Its after a long while that my wallet saw some rich members. After a few stops, the bus came to a halt. A woman, pretty aged, about fifty, or sixty, not well dressed with a cloth bag in her hand got into the bus. I could see her taking a deep breath, closing the eyes, enjoying the chill or air inside. I was sure that she boarded the bus by mistake. When conductor was about to issue the ticket, she was shocked hearing the fare. While minimum fare is just 4 rupees, she had to pay 10 rupees for the same journey in a low floor. I could hear some giggling, whispers, and it was about her. She folded her hands, begging pardon to the conductor, and promised to get down at next stop. I thought for a while. I grabbed my wallet, but hesitated to pay her ticket. I was concerned about the way people may respond to the act. A few may be wondered, a few may still giggle, a few others may blame me for being stupid, and it may be difficult to find a person who will nod his head as a token of appreciation.... The bus came to a halt..She stepped out. By the time i relaxed on my seat, the words on Chetwode building came to my mind "I stand for my country first, then to my friends, and only at last to me".. then why the hell did  hesitate to act?.. Why did i loose the opportunity to help a person?.. How can i serve a country if i cant give my service at least to one person?.. I wished that time could warp, and come back. I was looking for a "Restart" button. But the only button i could fine in the bus was "STOP"...


I wish i could have mentioned a few more incidents. But i am too tired. There is only one thing i wanted to tell you. At any part of our life, we are strong enough to hit "Restart" button of our life. It is the opportunity that we often miss. We fail to feel the button beneath our thumbs, and as time passes by, we find some other buttons, which can take us to dead ends in life.... If you find yourself careening off, be bold, and feel free to hit the "Restart" button...