The silent Spectator part 2

Hai…this may seem as sequel to my silent spectator… It actually is …

So there was San trying to come to terms with it…He was sure of his role in life now… Though he was certain people wouldn’t miss his presence, he consoled himself thinking at least he was their friend, philosopher, guide… He could solve their problems when they arrived; he could listen to them, guide them. But slowly and one day very shockingly for him, San realized he was dispensable in everyone’s life… They all called and spoke about their problems, listened to what he wanted to say, but eventually did what they want… Most of the times they did what he said, but put that advice on some one else’s name. No one ever referred to San as his friend. Friends from long on, felt hesitant to talk about San to other new friends, new friends didn’t bother remembering San in other people’s company… When San would talk to people, people would go on talking and then leave. Sans contribution to the so-called ‘dialogue’ would be “Hi, how are you”…or “what’s wrong?”… “Ok”…and then the advice. But very strangely everyone never bothered to find out what was up with San.

San took to this bad. He blamed himself and his being a person to the fault… And he was then abused of trying to act like God!! He was accused of acting as if he was the knight in shining Armour, he was the good man and the rest evil, he was hurt badly. Insulted big time. Even when he hurt people on purpose to make them come to terms with reality, or to make them see the other side of the coin, people remembered that hurt, not the good that it did to them. People remembered if San called them a weak person, or told them to something rudely. If ever San would tell them something bad or hurt them it was not acceptable… Every time they spoke next, people would remind him that, taunt him, hurt him… But the hurt given to San was all forgotten… it was a classic case of like “ when did I hurt you? I don’t remember.. If I did it would not be on purpose…what did I tell you? Tell me…nothing to say… stop putting your faults as mine…” It hurt him big time… He was crestfallen…he felt cheated with life with his niceness… he felt what is the use of trying to be good or yourself when that becomes a quality against you… He flew to that human girls window… Sitting there he heard her saying to a friend… “You remember Mother Teresa? The selfless lady who gave up her life for other people, didn’t care about herself her respect for the welfare of other people… Well people now want to emulate her, be like her…they pretend to be her…” and the sparrow was even more killed… he was shocked to hear that the kind of things told to him made him sound like a Mother Teresa whom the humans respected so much… He was so insulted and hurt that he built a new nest for him and cried. He cried like he’d never stop… he wanted to change himself to the world…to wise up to the hardships of the world…to give people a dose of their medicine… to tell all those people who accused him of being good that he would change, he would now not care, not listen not hurt…

He flew out on the new dawn to carry out his new mission, only to fail miserably… He could not hurt people; he could not be rude to them… He went back to the same people to be hurt again. Some people started a new beginning vowing not to remember the past, some weren’t affected, new ties were made and some old severed… But what didn’t change was the hurt…people still hurt and will hurt…but when San made relations, he made them for life… and he was quite close to a few of them…he was worried about them… So he decided never to rake up the past cause that would always hurt…to look into the future…