Emotional man

 Story of a decent man. Hard worker, dreamer, who has knew the pain  and suffering of touching the middle class from the lower class. He new well  how to build a home from an footpath position. He understands how to take order for financial survival because that is job all about to listen and accommodate people and their words. When there is no base and you are hanging on a  rope then at that time protecting that rope is the only goal. Because you knwo that that role is your lifeline and beyond that rope there is only defeat and death. With this Hope the rope gets strengthened and base get's formed so that you step in.  Like elephant teeth is a problem for elephant, horn is a problem for deer, emotion is the problem of man. Emotion pulls people towards you. The problem is when they see capabilities in you then they find their orbit and keep revolving around you. You feel like a family. However once man loose it's strength then the pulling force reduces and orbit colapse... Surrounding people get's pulled to higher forces and find their new orbit. The irony in life is Truth is harder to accpet  but fake is difficult to digest. But Emotion is dangerous. It sorrounds your mind and intellect and force your logical mind to shut-off. Mind get's deceived and you got pulled into that illusion that you are your world. Man loose it's existances without the family. 

Man starts the journey from path with thorns, with rocks and by the time it makes it's own path a bit comfortable then a family join them. Now the problem is that when next thorn path comes in life, that path is common for man as he already faced, but it is unexpected for his family. 

Again emotion pulls back man. Man watch the face of his child, man watch the eyes of his woman. How can I put them in such risks ? Man stops taking the new paths, does not dare to walk the thorney and rocky path.  Rather he kept addicted with the already built up comfort. He again looses his hard earned wisdom that comfort will not last. Nar gain his courage to accept the thorney and rocky road. Guilt rules his life, anxiety covered his mind and restlessness dwells within. Time passed by and the man got into depressed. Person who was always extrovert became introvert, person who always social become isolted, person who always with friends prefer to solitude. All looked well from outside, People forget his contributions, family continue running. Body started reacting, mind becoming dumb and efficiency dropped  inviting bad time. Then came the disease, prescriptions on medicnies are primary and restrictions on diet are significant. Thank God Man build a family to ensure diet scheduleds are  followed  and medicine eating is continued. Life continues for lifeless body. seed remains without sprouting, wrilncle face retains without smiles... 

I wrote this with the below context: 

I came bangalore alone without any hope that I can get a job. I did not know anybody here when I came here. I just booked my train ticket in a second class sleeper coach. Struggled a lot of get a Paying guests. There was not way to returned back because there was no place for me to return. I had only one goal that I have to do a software job I had never seen a software professional before I became one. Keep roaming the city with a student daily pass. Keep passing the 2 pages resumes to differnet desks. Keep eating the  road side Sambar Rice  and papad. Struggled with all odds of life. Started doing jobs as an obedient bull , started followed all orders like a donkey. started cralling with life making my foundations. Slowly shofted to single room, then to 1 BHK, then to 2 BKH and then to 3 BHK. Finally following the same difficulties I could able to own my own 3 BHK flat within my budget. When time comes to repeat the same path then I am fearing to take risks. Current comfort has weakened me already and I am too old to repeat and too scary to put my family to discomfort. 

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This is the story of a decent man.

Not a hero from history…
not a celebrity from headlines…

Just a hard worker,
a dreamer,
a man who understood pain before he understood comfort.

He was born where survival was not guaranteed.
Where dreams were not encouraged…
they were questioned.

He knew what it meant to stand at the border
between the lower class and the middle class—
that fragile line
where one mistake can push you down
and one opportunity can lift you up.

He did not inherit land.

He did not inherit wealth.

He inherited responsibility

There was a time in his life
when he felt like a man
hanging on a rope… with no ground beneath him.

When you are hanging from a rope,
you don’t dream about luxury.
You don’t chase comfort.

You protect the rope.

Because that rope…
is not just support—
it is your lifeline.

Beyond that rope
there is defeat.
Beyond that rope
there is fall.

And he knew this truth deeply.

He came to Bangalore alone.

No contacts.
No guidance.
No safety net.

Just a second-class sleeper ticket,
a small bag,
and a big fear hidden behind stubborn hope.

He did not know anyone.
Not a single familiar face.

And the most frightening part?
There was no place to return to.

Going back was not an option.
Moving forward was the only choice.

He struggled to find a place to stay.
Searching for a paying guest room
felt like begging life
for permission to exist.

Every day,
he bought a student daily bus pass
and wandered through the city
like a man searching for oxygen.

Two-page resume in hand…
hope in heart…
fear in pocket.

He walked into offices.
Left resumes on desks.
Waited for calls that never came.

Hunger became routine.

Lunch was often
roadside sambar rice and papad.

Cheap food…
heavy dreams.

Days turned into weeks.
Weeks into months.

Still…
he did not let go of the rope.

Because he had only one dream:

“I will become a software professional.”

Ironically…
he had never even seen one
before becoming one.

When survival becomes urgent,
ego disappears.

He took orders.
He listened quietly.
He obeyed instructions.

Like an obedient bull…
he worked without complaint.

Like a donkey…
he carried burdens
without asking why.

Slowly…
very slowly…
his rope became stronger.

First,
he moved into a single room.

Then…
a 1 BHK. Then…

a 2 BHK.

And one day…
after years of struggle…
he stood inside his own
3 BHK flat.

Not inherited.
Not gifted.

Earned.

Brick by brick.
Salary by salary.
Sacrifice by sacrifice.

The rope had finally led him
to solid ground.

Life began to change.

They say,

an elephant suffers because of its tusks…
a deer suffers because of its horns…

And a man suffers because of his emotions.

Emotion pulls people toward you.

When people see strength in you…
they begin to revolve around you
like planets around the sun.

You feel surrounded.
You feel loved.
You feel… like family.

But there is an irony in life.

As long as the sun shines bright,
planets remain in orbit.

But when strength weakens…
the pulling force reduces.

And slowly…
orbits collapse.

People move toward stronger forces.
Find new centers.
New priorities.

Not always by choice…
but by necessity.

And that is when a man learns:

Truth is hard to accept…
but false comfort is harder to live with.

Life begins with thorns.

Sharp stones.
Bleeding feet.
Lonely paths.

He walked those paths alone.

Slowly…
he cleared the stones.
Made the road smoother.

And just when life became comfortable…
a family joined him.

A wife.
A child.
Responsibilities that filled his heart.

But life never stops testing.

Another thorny path appeared.

For him…
it was familiar.

He had walked it before.

But for his family…
it was new.
Scary.
Painful.

And emotion pulled him back.

He looked at his child’s face.
He looked into his wife’s eyes.

And he asked himself:

“How can I put them through this pain?”

So he stopped taking risks.

He stayed on the comfortable road.

Comfort…
the same thing he once fought to achieve…
began to weaken him.

He forgot an old truth:

Comfort never lasts forever.

Guilt entered his mind.
Anxiety followed.
Restlessness settled inside.

The man who was once extroverted
became silent.

The man who loved company
began to prefer solitude.

The man who once laughed loudly
started speaking softly.

From outside…
everything looked perfect.

Family was running.

House was standing.
Life looked stable.

But inside…
he was collapsing.

His body began to react.
His efficiency dropped.

And then came the disease.

Doctor visits increased.
Medicines became routine.
Diet restrictions followed.

Life continued…
but without energy.

Like a seed
that remained in soil
without sprouting.

Like a face
that carried wrinkles
without smiles.

And yet…
he thanked God for one thing.

The same family
he once feared to trouble
now ensured he took his medicines…
followed his diet…
and continued living.

Life has strange cycles.

The man who once built strength

to protect his family…
now depended on the same family
to protect him.

And somewhere inside…
a silent question remained:

When did courage turn into comfort…
and comfort turn into fear?

Life teaches many lessons.
But one truth remains constant:

We all begin by hanging on a rope.

Some ropes are dreams.
Some ropes are responsibilities.
Some ropes are survival.

But the moment we stop climbing…
the rope weakens.

The moment we fear thorns…

we lose growth.

And the greatest danger in life

is not failure…

It is comfort without courage.

Because a man does not lose life
when he falls…

He loses life

when he stops climbing.

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