People watching has always held an endless fascination for me…be it close friends or complete strangers…more fun with complete strangers actually…you do not know anything about them other than what you can see and perceive…
I had to go to the railway station the other evening for some work…the parking spot that I found was rather distant from the entrance. Walking up briskly (rather late in the evening, tired, wanting to finish all work and just get home), my pace suddenly slowed down.
Stepped back for a minute to observe the life unfurling all around me…have you ever noticed the completely different ways in which people walk? In a railway station, where you have people across all strata, the differences, the variations are even more pronounced.
One person walking by, had an ambling gait, which would speed up after a couple of paces and then slow down again…almost like he remembered to slow down…better not go in early…what will I do in there for so long? Or maybe he had go as a part of an arrival party that he would rather not have been a part of! So the adult in him was asking him to be there on time, while the spontaneous child in him, was dragging his feet!
Another man…excuse me for pigeon holing this person….but he was a Casanova right from the word ‘go’…not in an offensive manner (which was a welcome change!)…but just someone who really did appreciate looking at women…in fact he was even quite helpful to a couple of ladies with their luggage…am I the dreamer here? Maybe he just steals all that luggage under the guise of helping hapless women…No! I’d rather believe the good side…just a man…
Different languages being spoken, different tones, expressions…all that to accompany the very distinct personas that you see all around…
So what do you think you would call it??? People watching…or watching life????
I had to go to the railway station the other evening for some work…the parking spot that I found was rather distant from the entrance. Walking up briskly (rather late in the evening, tired, wanting to finish all work and just get home), my pace suddenly slowed down.
Stepped back for a minute to observe the life unfurling all around me…have you ever noticed the completely different ways in which people walk? In a railway station, where you have people across all strata, the differences, the variations are even more pronounced.
One person walking by, had an ambling gait, which would speed up after a couple of paces and then slow down again…almost like he remembered to slow down…better not go in early…what will I do in there for so long? Or maybe he had go as a part of an arrival party that he would rather not have been a part of! So the adult in him was asking him to be there on time, while the spontaneous child in him, was dragging his feet!
Another man…excuse me for pigeon holing this person….but he was a Casanova right from the word ‘go’…not in an offensive manner (which was a welcome change!)…but just someone who really did appreciate looking at women…in fact he was even quite helpful to a couple of ladies with their luggage…am I the dreamer here? Maybe he just steals all that luggage under the guise of helping hapless women…No! I’d rather believe the good side…just a man…
Different languages being spoken, different tones, expressions…all that to accompany the very distinct personas that you see all around…
So what do you think you would call it??? People watching…or watching life????
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