Everyday ordinary people living their lives. They do the same things each day over and over again. Routine. Cross a live train track. Hang off the door of bus stuffed so full of people that it spews them out at random. Navigate their bikes between cars that have no visible space between them (a portal to another dimension meant just for two-wheelers!). These people are so busy doing their everyday ordinary things that they do not know to look up and see how extraordinary their lives are. Instead of staring at a famous actor potraying the "real" situation in the world, look at them. I glanced through the window bars of a fast moving local train as it dragged its wheels from Thane to CST. It was as if someone had taken a cross-section of human life and lain bare the hidden truth. The simple truth that life is the most beautiful thing on this planet. Not scenic beauty, not a bikini model and not even a freshly waxed sports car, but everyday ordinary people. A mom combing her daughter's hair. An old lady washing her clothes by the riverside. A young ragpicker as he discovers untold riches behind a five star. That girl who smiles to herself on the bus as she writes this. Beauty is in a song, a letter, a look. To everyday ordinary people, their life is just that. But to the keen observer, the complex brush strokes are obvious. We are all part of a universe-sized canvas. We are but a smidge of paint as the Artist illustrates the fabric of the universe. However, that does not make us any less extraordinary; for if you subtract but a wrinkle on Mona Lisa's face, she ceases to be the same. Take a look around you. You are lucky to be a witness to the creation of what can only be the quintessential work of art, the ultimate thing of beauty. Not so much of an everyday ordinary person.
