It happened on one of fine spring morning when the sun was crisp and cool refreshing breeze was a bonus. The weather, which people always complaint about, was just too perfect. However, unsurprisingly, London tube stations were extremely busy and the uptight pilgrims of capitalism were ready to start their day by their very first ritual; tube travel to Square Mile or Canary Warf.
He lives in east London and takes central line from Gants Hill, followed by a change over at Stratford for Jubilee line to reach business district in Tower Hamlet. Like every other day, he left home in a rush ignoring the spring springing in Valentine’s park, playful birds in the pond, a swan arching her neck and flapping majestic wings, a group of Canadian geese pruning themselves and energy radiating joggers fulfilling their commitment to healthy life. He even ignored someone he himself resembles, nature wise. He was more like greedy gulls, more interested in the snapping up at the bread.
At the station he bolted on the escalator flights but that was not enough to penetrate through the closing doors of west bound train to Ealing Broadway. He had to wait another five minutes to get on the next train. As soon as Leyton station was passed, he warm up himself for a sprint to catch another train which will take him to his office, a 26th floor desk in a skyscraper. ”We are now approaching Stratford, please change here for National rail, Jubilee line and Dockland Light Railway”, announced the tube driver. The doors were open with a thud and he leaped out with lighting speed. It was not easy to navigate through the morning rush but he somehow overtook as many as fellow passengers he can and reached stairs at platform five which will take him to Jubilee line platforms.
His first step on the stair was a head on blow to a gentleman coming in opposite direction. What an idiot, he thought. In a few steps he tried and successfully dodge a mid-aged woman but situation visibly annoyed both of them. By the time he was downstairs, dozens were emotionally hurt and he was boiling with anger. He was upset as it seems everyone in the world is blocking his way to success. Everything that could go wrong was going wrong. He turned around to curse shameless, manner less, rude illiterates who do not have direction sense. But as soon as he turned back, the very same moment he froze. His brain cells processed the information gathered through his eyes and sent a signal back. The brain signal moved few muscles and carved a smile on his face. He realised that when everything seems against you, blocking your way, making your efforts fail; one must look back to check if he is going in wrong direction, check if one going down on a stairs that is supposed to be used by upstairs traffic.
Written for The Daily Post: Blog your Block!
What’s the one guilty pleasure you have that’s so good, you no longer feel guilty about it?
I am kind of a person who keeps changing his leisurely pursuits. I love to explore unknown waters to see what’s in it for me. In the endeavours, I tried being painter, sketch artist, poet, writer, sportsman (Cricket, Football, Tennis, Badminton, Table Tennis, etc. etc.); list is endless. This is the reason when I picked up camera I was a laughing stock among my friends and family. Stakes were high towards me giving up photography in couple of week time. About 3 years have passed and I have been promoted from a bridge camera owner to a DSLR owner and proudly possess 4 different lenses. In these three years photography has become my passion (though it’s still too soon to claim).
I created my blog in order share my work and get all the feedback and criticism I can to improve myself. I also surf internet to see others photo posts on 500PX, Flickr, WordPress, even Google to randomly find photographers website. I am so hooked up now that I sneakily visit photo sites whenever I find few minutes wherever possible, during my break at work, at home, on my iPad, Phone; in summary however possible. And the most important thing is I do not feel guilty because whats life in which you cannot have few fun moments 🙂
I checked twice there is nobody home 🙂
The love locks/padlocks have always been treated by authorities as litter or vandalism. The reason provided are costly to remove, problems for the preservation of our architectural heritage, negative aesthetic value, structural concerns, distractions etc. These reasons sound ridiculously immature to me, what about you?
What is love lock and History –
A love lock or love padlock is a padlock which sweethearts lock to a bridge, fence, gate, or similar public fixture to symbolize their love.Typically the sweethearts’ names or initials are inscribed on the padlock, and its key is thrown away to symbolise unbreakable love. Since the 2000s, love locks have proliferated at an increasing number of locations worldwide.
The history of love padlocks dates back at least 100 years to a melancholy Serbian tale of World War I, with an attribution for the bridge Most Ljubavi (lit. the Bridge of Love) in spa town of Vrnjačka Banja. A local schoolmistress named Nada, who was from Vrnjačka Banja, fell in love with a Serbian officer named Relja. After they committed to each other Relja went to war in Greece where he fell in love with a local woman from Corfu. As a consequence, Relja and Nada broke off their engagement. Nada never recovered from that devastating blow, and after some time she died due to heartbreak from her unfortunate love. As young girls from Vrnjačka Banja wanted to protect their own loves, they started writing down their names, together with the names of their loved ones, on padlocks and affixing them to the railings of the bridge where Nada and Relja used to meet. In rest of Europe, love padlocks started appearing in the early 2000s. [Source Wikipedia]