I Met The Einstein

A friend stopped it as the signal turned red. A little kid knocked on the glass of window and I slided it down. He popped his head in and with those flags in his hand he said “Babuji 2 rupee mein ye jhanda le lo”. There was a hardly any cloth on his body. The roadside rags were loosely tied to just cover his privates. His prima facie view triggered the faded thought in my nebulous memory. The thought about life. The absolute definition on it. I like those aphorisms on “Life” capturing pertinent thoughts of eminent people but they lack the symphony. But the deductions from their maxims appeal me to the highest degree that the definition of “Life” is not absolute. It’s relative. And as soon as I cherished the idea of relativity I got the definition of “Life”. It never existed in its concrete form. We are the person who should define it and that’s what the others have done. They have defined it for themselves. Those maxims are nothing more than their definitions and I should have my own. For that pauper who offered me that flag the definition is just some coins a day to meet his puny expenditure. And that is neither synchronous with yours and nor with mine just because it’s “Relative”.
I dropped 2 Rupees on his hand and got the one for me as it was an Independence Day eve. I thanked that little Einstein who taught me the Relativity of Life. The signal turned “Go”.