The Humdrum Job !

Day in and day out I do work..
Sometime its ecstatic and at times irk...
I relish to lie on a beach the whole day..
And could sing and dance, if I had my own way...

I call the work as my profession..
Though confused to confess the fancy obsession...
Work isn't fun, if not a passion..
Tantamount to a coerced coalition...

But I do corroborate my work to pay the bills..
For my forefathers didn't leave behind any wills...
My lifestyle to keep step with the current trend..
I endure the way I am, the more I spend...

Bewildered and confused to write anymore..
Trust have scribbled enough to get ppl bored...

The Coconut Seller!

Disclaimer: All the characters in this post are not fictional.

It happened to be a fine sunny day (hard to find any other season here @ chennai)...
I was on my way to catch my usual bus for the office..
This is where, my eyes stuck on a group of crows.. hovering just above the ground..
I could trace from the distance a tiddly kitten, being crowhandled...
It was a new born kitty... too young to manage the group of crows fluttering above.. searching for a cover, all it could find a bunch of grass to wrap up..
The group of crows were now growing, uniting... over the isolated kitty..
There I saw a coconut seller..
He was the nearest spectator, and he proved to be the dearest one indeed...
He left his job all at once..
Ran with his spcl knife (used to slice those tender coconuts) in his hand, kept on swaying on air and managed to increase the diameter where the crows used to hover...
He pulled out the scared, isolated kitty and dropped it into a thick nearby bush..
In the meanwhile, the coconut seller did miss out couple of his customers during his rescuing act..
Not much bothered about his sales, his eyez were still gazing on the bush and the crows which were nearby..
These crows again started circling around the bush.. a couple of those did take the land route, trying to reach up to the bush..
The coconut seller was very impatient to watch all this happen.. He was on act straight away, pulled the kitty off the bush, took it to his geometrically arranged set of coconuts.. swaying his knife everytime a crow used to hover near..

All this time, I been the silent spectator watching all this happen..
There came my bus, I got in.. and was watching the coconut seller playing with the cute small kitty, just as a small kid play with his toys.. The kitty was in safe hands..

I wasnt bothered to do what the coconut seller did.. I had my concerns.. I might miss my bus.. I would be late to office, and do nothing than check my useless mails... I was in my formal attire, how could I get them soiled jumping over the bush..??
Was my priority balanced???

These are the simplest of instances.. but still I was influenced by the coconut seller.. and his priority..

Colored!

Came accross this today morning from one of my friend, saying:

Poem by an African !!!

When I am born, I am Black,
When I grow up, I am Black,
When I go in Sun, I am Black,
When I am scared, I am Black,
When I am sick, I am Black,
And when I die, I am still black.....

And you White fella,
When you are born, you are Pink,
When you grow up, you are White,
When you go in Sun, you are Red,
When you are cold, you are Blue,
When you are scared, you are Yellow,
When you are sick, you are Green,
And when you die, you go Gray....

And you still call me Colored ?????

Ofcourse, “Racism by any means is insane, inhuman“. We are here to love and live...

Racism is destructive. It disempowers people by devaluing their identity. It destroys community cohesion and creates divisions in society. It is the opposite of the democratic principle of equality and the right of all people to be treated fairly.


beyond race.. beyond religion.. beyond culture.. there lies beauty within us all..

The Parachute did'nt open!

It all seem so dark, my eyes were shut.
I could hardly stand, I was on my knees.

I still could feel the heat, though it was winter.
Never had felt my heart beat so fast, that was all I could hear.
I had it in my hands, with the grief and fear.

Had my hopes of the sky diver, who expected the parachute opens.
I did dive high, it was my only hope.

I didn’t know how to react,
What to do next?
How to go ahead?
I had almost all the questions which could add to my despair.
I had almost experienced all the emotions which I know about.

I knew the climax was almost near,
All my emotions were in their intense.

Now I knew it has happen,
All my emotions consumed by the evolution of reality.

There is no way I could get it back,
I had lost it, I could very well realise that.

My anxiety hurried with the burnt odour,
I could smell it, but had thought to feel it,
Because I knew I couldn’t wear it.

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I had carelessly overdone ironing my new Birthday outfit. :o)