The Poem Of Contrast


I have seen life for 38 years, read around 1,000 books, met more than a million people and after all of this, I realized a thing—there is an opposite of everything.

The world is full of contrast.

In Mumbai, there is extreme contrast wherever you see. And this contrast, which is nothing other than the opposite, is like a poem. Some understand it and some don’t. Some like it and some don’t.

But the duality is present everywhere—good versus evil, day versus night, rich versus poor, ill versus healthy, light versus dark, love versus hate and so on and so forth. Many belief systems have this feature of duality or contrast or opposite in them. In fact, as per particle physics also there is anti-matter to every matter.



I came across the above pictures recently, and it’s not rare to find this anywhere in the world. At this very moment, someone is starving and someone is even throwing food in the dustbin.

One friend doesn’t want to work. She’s interested in advance studies and has a lot of money to sustain. On the other hand, one friend wants to study further but can’t because of extreme financial crisis.

One one hand are all my friends who are slogging day and night to run their family and on another hand, I was on a sabbatical for four years. Although, the reasons were completely different.


I also feel that this duality or contrast or the opposite is poetic. The above picture is from a nearby slum. I see many children in their own joyful world in-spite of so-called pleasures of life. They just enjoy whatever is possible and take full advantage of whatever is available in this world.

The world is full of contrast.


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