Every day you could never see
such a sight greet you in d busy lanes of the city...
what was that, that could catch
one's eye and keep you mesmerized???
the image of a strong well built man old enough
to be my grandfather.it was not his age but his craft that was amazing.he
was juggling six huge knives in the central market area with no less than keen
passers by having a non chalant look towards his daredevil acts..
His eyes never
seemed to miss the small section of boys nearby,standing routed to the magic he
did wit his hands.
how d knives seemed to fall right in his hand made them
wonder..!!
While the knives whizzed past,the juggler from Jalandhar also was wondering about something
else...
It had been the first time he had performed to such a small crowd..
He
had life of limelight in his youth,he was show of his circus..
Juggling flaming
arrows ,while tiger jumped over him and elephants, though they did not jump over him but
he juggled standing on top of them...
He was never short of applause, name and fame...
It was all that he knew in life.he never knew any other work
his life, his passion had
been inspired by his father.By the time he became a father the circus was on d verge
of dwindling...
The royal Indian circus was no more a name that would catch a
non -chalant second look..The tigers had gone,the clowns never the same attractions
crowds were elsewhere
outside the circus...
His life had changed and so had his world ,although which
changed first was no second guess...
Two years down the line his son had moved
out, to town for better jobs and never had even returned a letter about his whereabouts.
His
wife had succumbed to imminent death..
all that seemed to flash before his eyes
now,but his concentration had not left the knives it was on pure instinct he did
that...
The juggler from Jalandhar had seen it all change and had changed....
what went up must have had to come down..so had his
fortunes...
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