The train of cans...

Have you ever played with empty cans.. I did..made a train and dragged it around for a long time..
I did not knew what my Mom meant when she asked me to stop doing such acts..I thought she was irritated by the rankling sound of empty cans hitting each other and the all that noise.. now I understand what she meant..or may be understood a deeper meaning in her words..
you make it with your own hands..you want your train to look as good as possible..so you clean the cans.. mend all bends and dents..shine every can if possible. You will love it.. when you start putting them together you see how cool they look..then you will love to play with it..get the engine end which you assume to be the best end and start pulling around you.

You will play all the way.. in the hall, living room, bed room, kitchen, playground outside..even in neighbors house.. you are living in the best of you times.. you like all that noise that those cans make behind you and you laugh when others get irritated about those cans and sound.. you don't care about any thing...you feel you are the king of the world.. and no one can stop you.. but....seldom you know that you will get tired very soon.. you will be hungry.. but still you don't want to leave them..so you finally tie it around your waist and you feel good that they are always behind you..

After a while you will start feeling tired and hungry.. and finally you will go to your mom..she tries to take the train off your waist..you don't want her to take it off.. you wont let her take it off.. you dad would try his turn..but no one can take it off you... at the end of the day.. you want to sleep you feel tired and you don't know whats going on..because you hear this noise when ever you try to take a step.. the same noise that you loved will sound irritating now.. you now want to hear your mom singing you a lullaby to sleep..your mom is all there and you want to move to her .. reach her arms.. you take one step and you stop because the cans are noisy and disturbing the pleasantness and calmness.. you try again.. it repeats.. it goes on.. then finally your mom comes to you.. she says "My lil angel.. take this train off your waist..the cans..they wont go any where.. trust me and sleep like a good baby.. tomorrow morning you can play with it again..I will keep them safe and hide them from everyone else.." that is when you see the kindness and love in your moms eyes and let go the train of cans.. go to your mom and sleep like a baby hearing to the lullaby..

to me now.. the train of cans can be seen as a your respective past.. and all the cans are the prominant things that happened to you in your life..your friends..achievements and failures, relatives, relations, influensive people and everything.. when the time comes to move forward i believe you need to leave those cans with your train..start searching for a new can.. finally it does not matter.. you look into the future and no where else...
In the words of Steve Jobs my inspiration "because its so hard if you dont have passion..if you dont love what you do..any rational person would give up..and they quit"

To all my friends: I love you all...you filled my past and I will always have beautiful memories.. down the line.. I am sorry if I had hurt you in any way..you all rock..

To my Family: I love you mom, dad, sis and granma.. you have been there with me to support me in every step and I will do my best not to let you down..