This tricycle has a load of gas. But it doesn't run on gas though. Its pedalled by a young chap. About whom this post is about.
On another note...
The world runs on gas. Well, i can at least speak for many a corporate work life. Without much substance, but much gas. But then that's a different story.
The Ambani brothers are at war. Bringing their corporate empires and the government into the ambit. Gas, they say, is the reason.
China and Australia are sparring. Ostensibly over gas.
India, Pakistan and Iran have a tryst with a pipeline. And they say, its about gas.
Russia's shutting of gas supplies, had Europe shivering. That was about gas too.
Now, now, all that would make it appear that it is gas that's driving us and our lives around. And now, about the protagonist of this post...
One afternoon, over a post lunch walk, i strike a conversation with this simple young chap. who distributes gas cylinders.
A truth emerges. When he shrugs his shoulders, and says in a matter of fact manner. In the middle of conversation. About work time and kilometers covered ever day, pedaling this gas.
"I try and stop around 6.00 PM. I study part-time and i have a college to go to. Its difficult at times, especially when there are exams, but..." his voice trails off.
And after a 10 second silence, which seems like forever, erupts a sigh and an emphatic '...its got to be done'.
And almost as an instant rejoinder to himself says, "How long can life be about gas?'
I smile at his question cum statement. 'How long can life be about gas ?!'
In a second, a million images go past my mind. I think of the people of India. Pakistan. China. Australia. Iran. Europe. Russia. Alaska. And the rest of the world. And the Ambani brothers too.
And stare into this determined young man with well built calf muscles and sweat, with a ton of gas in front of him.
I smile a weak smile. Shake my head and say,
'Not for a long time. Not for a long time at all'