The Survival

The survival :

For some, it seems group of boats floating on the water. For many, its a beautiful photograph. For few, its about how beautifully captured. But there are few, sitting inside those boats, probably thinking about how the day will begin and end. For them, its about the survival fight between them and sea, them and boats, them and food, them and living life & them and borders of nations.

These boats represent the plight of the life of fishermen. The sky changes its sight at any time, the sea water movement swirls at any time, the breeze becomes storm at any time, the border lines of nation takes new meaning everyday, the political leaders new stands… Life on that moving assorted wood becomes the most challenging factor in all possible ways. When they leave, they are not sure that they will be back. When they come back, they are not sure they will go back again to sea.

Few years back when I met a fisherman he said … ” I am leaving now. I will come back after three months. Till then, my wife will think about the ‘moments’ between us. If I come, then, those moments will become reality. If I am not, then, reality will become her moments. I have two daughters. I just want their life to be in safe hands. My boat is waiting inside the sea. From this seashore, when I see my boat, I realize that not only the boat is uncertain but my life as well. Huge water welcomes us everyday. Not necessary, the water stays in welcoming mode all day. Sometimes, it kills us in cruel ways. I may come back or may not. Thats the state of mind, every time, when I leave. All these are for this few inches stomach. Nothing else ”

When I reflect, I just see the ‘fortunate’ side of us. Earth is somewhat better than water. It somehow stands in a solid form and support. Water, a liquid format, changes its state and movement at any time, gives the best ever challenges for a fisherman. And it’s his fate to face and overcome life everyday.

This picture represents the unlimited sky and water, the small share of the land, floating life styles, boats called as the moving business makers and the unknown fear created by clouds. Life survives somehow for the strong and for the weak it disappears.

Just learning the basics… Anything may happen at any time and the Strong survives – the weak disappears. Strong accepts their mistakes and move forward – the weak blames everyone and disconnects. Strong never changes their nature and stays the same – weak finds beautiful reasons for changing their perspectives and skins. Time for us to decide… Strong & Surviving or Weak & Blaming on everything ?