Difference

On my way to office and back, I pass by a crazy fellow. I feel Nature had been in a rather surly mood during his creation. He has knocking knees, squint eyes and his fingers are curved as if they lack bones. But he isn’t scraggy and dirty as other crazy people; he is in different clothes everyday and hasn’t shriveled so far. And he does not beg. Obviously, someone is taking care of him.

He plays with a piece of red wire, about six inches long, shaped into a rudimentary ‘Z’. He twirls this between his thumb and forefinger and circles himself while doing so. Sometimes he smiles, laughs, jumps around and claps his hands in sheer glee.

The red wire hasn’t changed and neither has his singular dance. Not in the last two months, at least. He might have been at it longer.

I bring this up because: Here I am, with full mental faculties, good knees and well focused eyes. With a bit more formal education than general populace. Still, I am unable to sustain interest in a single thing for more than half an hour.

Even less, at times.

And, here is a person with a fractional brain, finding the same thing interesting for an extended period. Something unimaginable to my fully functional, highly educated and trained grey cells.

Between me and him, with that 'one thought at a time' mentality, doesn't that crazy fellow have a better chance of becoming a rishi?