half an hour life

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I was sitting in the luggage cabin of a passenger train.Three saints sitting in front of me,wearing saffron'kurtas' & white 'dhotis', seems to have dedicated their lives for the service of God(or the creator).They were carrying the atmosphere of peace and happiness which was felt by everything present over there.It is quite indifferent to swallow the sorrows of your own and follow the path of guidance given by 'HIM'.The chilled morning of march doesn't seem to have affected the charm on their face.They were busy in praying, for what?either they knew or the cause for which they were praying. But see my fate,they left just after twenty minutes.For next three minutes i was alone. Then entered tired more people,holding their black leather bags,wearing khaki shirts and white trousers.It seemed they were from some govt. org.They started their conversation with "sahaab kal ki seva mein koi kami to nai rahi?"other replied"bas kal ke baad aur nai chahiye".For what type of service they were talking about!Then one of them lights up a 'beedi',seeing him other two followed him.Now all the three were smoking.They didn't realised it but this gave me the impression of their value system. I stepped out at the next station,but these six people with whom i completed my journey,taught me many things and helped me to understand the world with their view.I realised in this half an hour that man is a puppet and he himself is the puppetier.what he want to do,what he does,everything is decided by him.I decided not to give wrong directions to my puppet so that the show of my puppet doesn't leave a bad impression on others.