Tomorrow

In my experiences over the years and they seem too few to me on most days, I have learnt that a person can do only that much in a day. He can watch the sun rise and spray its rays, making sure they seep into every crevice. The sun stretches and is all set for an entire day of hard work. The man is too. As he walks to work, the horns, footsteps, yawns are all drowned out by the thought of how work will be that day. Its a queezy mixture of hope and anticipation. He makes plans for the evening, even before logging on to his computer. The plans never end in my head, he thinks. Decides what to have for lunch and at what time. Deadlines, screaming, more deadlines, office banter is the usual. Time for a break, the ac is too cold. He walks out lights a cigarette and watches his colleagues go about doing what they are programmed to do. Is this what I look like too, he laughs. Back to work, the day goes on. Logs off and decides to work on those plans. He yawns, tomorrow, maybe.

Of fools and more

Any fool can criticize, condemn and complain and most fools do-Benjamin Franklin ..

I used to have a inspirational quotes poster stuck in my room and this quote has always had a funny effect on me . It wasn't too long ago I came to live alone ..not too far away from home , but far enough . Made friends ,met people and most importantly watched them (read-not like a stalker). Each sapien's company I had the pleasure of being in, either disproved this quote for me or nailed it on the head .There were situations that brought out the fool in people , some conversations did( I am sure a lot of mine would've made me look like a complete idiot , but let us not go there:P ) ,a couple of beer's or maybe even over lunch .What stood out in this crowd were not the wise ,but actually the lesser fool .The one who could control what he had to say , complain lesser and work more and give things a chance . Quite surprisingly there were a lot like that ,some who came knowing they should try and be the lesser fool and the others who were learning .

I was learning,I still am .

Mirror

Its not just another nice face,

now ,that mirror shows me more

sides i swore i never had ,

never really is a long time,

Dressing up for a date ,

morale boosts before a meeting,

and kisses to your pretty self,

have been cleaned off like comfortable dust on teak .

The photographs on the sides,

some taken at that very spot,

are all stacked ,staring at the draw,

where did it all go ,i ask that woman,

who was once confident ,soulful and much in love,

why don't i see running mascara from a fight,

or kisses from a new lipstick ,

where are the flashes in the middle of the night,

and my supermodel pout?

All gone she said ,

you forget ,I have two faces.

spun

He stood on the portico watching his son spin the top that had kept him entertained for hours as a kid. That piece of wood with the little metal rod below that had years of usage shown all over its once neatly varnished self. He noticed the interest had slowly reduced and a new toy somewhere knew it was his lucky day. In a matter of seconds that top was left on the table next to his attention span. Where have all the wood shops gone? What would a kid do if a block of wood and other tools were given to him, like they were to me?

We have spoilt our offspring. Consumerism is ingrained now .Everything has a faster and an easier method .The ability to create a piece of you from a block of wood or some clay has been swapped with the ability to know which toy is better and which row of the market it is in. Toys R Us need a makeover and should start with their name .It should say “Toys Were Us”. Now they are just pieces of plastic produced in large quantities in a sweat shop somewhere which have no attachment except for the screws.

He walked into the house and cleaned the string, wound it around the top and spun it with all the skill he had. It turned out perfectly and spun like a ballerina in a big recital. That’s where the line had been drawn .The brouhaha of being the consumer and the reach for plastic hadn’t taken over completely, there still stood a little boy proud of his creation and already thinking of another. He wasn’t yet the CONSUMER par EXCELLENCE.

NO !!

Little haley saw the world
through her bright blue eyes
safe inside dads arms and protected under moms breast
her walk was cushioned ,
her fears shoo'd away from under the bed
and this pink world was how she wanted it ,
without ever having heard the word NO .
Little haley was not little anymore
she still had her wayy with dad and mom ,
but the world was evil ,
it was out to torment her ,
throw life's darkest and watch, as she ran for cover ,
she cried when she saw that rainbow repainted
she cringed as the pink turned to crimson ,
NO had settled in ,comfortably and snug ,
Rejection came unannounced and never seemed to leave ,
heart break and betrayal stalked like a creepy character ,
and Happiness was a relative who had died ,
She sat on her favorite chair and thought about this troubled reality ,
rocking that chair vowing to bring some change ,
she threw rejection out and made trust her friend ,
she pushed heart break aside and called laughter home for supper,
That rainbow got back its old color
and LIFE started to shine through those windows
The word No does pop in sometimes to say hello
but he is treated like an acquaintance now ...
Little haley knows how to choose her friends :)