Normally as a person I keep a very close circle, a total low profiler. I like taking into account every personal detail of the environment and horde of people around so that I willingly or even at the least unconsciously don’t hurt their feelings. Am quite down to earth and at times maybe even an introvert to a stranger or to someone outside my comfort zone. But then as the moon phases and faces the sun totally I transform. If that could be compared to shape shifters, you can call me an emotional shifter. I play, I party, I scheme and I manipulate and I do everything possible to entertain an I-show. And these I guess it’s quite evident that I added a new event to the show-I blog. But then since the posts seemingly are coming out too often as in daily I guess my moon phases faster than the general time of a fortnight and in a way am grateful to it for it lets me be me for a change from the surrounding monotony. Always happy as a chicken just out of its coop, maybe merely for a few hours but just to be let loose and pecking its favourite worm flavour from the ground and savouring it till the last bite.
Tall as a tower I stand all day and night,
Dreaming as the humans go around in their busy lives.
I give them shade with my wide spread branches,
And I give them breeze with my rustling leaves,
And nurture them with the fruits I bear.
Still they go about cutting me,bleeding me and bringing me down,
All in the name of some a few roads to link and houses to live.
And I stand there watching them carefree as they go about depleting and extincting my genre.
We all have made mistakes of the heart, some speak-able and some despicable or maybe for some still in the making. There always or must have been someone in everybody’s life whom at certain point we wished never knew, a memory that never happened unless of course you are just out of a classic Walt Disney fairy tale Since childhood we have crossed paths with many other stressed out souls as us. Some become friends, some we fall in love with only to fall out of it again until we find the next right person to take our heart away and make it their business to keep it safe and sound. Half the world’s poems and sonnets would not have materialized had all been with the right person since the inception of life forms. Matters and doings of the heart is really an irony!
What is the first reaction of a person to a heart break; may that be a heart break due to a lover’s feud or a friend’s back stab? The first sign of distraught and we always start searching for the scapegoat to put all our blames on. At times totally justified and mostly unwarranted to the person meted out but then it’s not our fault for being biased as in not deciding and meting our fate on the total wrong person. It was all the fault of the heart. Even science can vouch for that! According to the scientific society, the heart is a hollow muscular organ of a somewhat conical shaped tapering towards the end and tilted towards the left portion of the body. Hollow as in the totally clueless and mindless things it does as in being befriending up the total wrong person and falling blindly in love with another such ill creed. That makes some sense perhaps. And tilted towards one side totally reads biased-ness.
There is nothing to be ashamed of having such unruly affairs of the heart. Isn’t it said that failures are the stepping stones of success. Literally to say it is all about putting a strong keel on our happy go lucky boat of life. Maybe these to-be-forgotten once in a lifetime mishappens are just a drift to direct us into the happy open arms of our Prince Charming.
Is there any of us who hates the dolphin? I guess none. We all love it, adore it. Some even go to the extent of having dreams of swimming with the dolphin. But what actually is it that takes us or actually attracts us towards this amphibian and sets it up high on a pedestal above all the other amphibians? Is it the streamlined body shape that attracts us? Well don’t all fishes have that same structure! Or is it the bulge of the trunk portion that actually makes us much closer to it? It can eat all it wants and never fear about the overwhelming tummy and the snide and sneering of the ever judging society. Have you wondered about a size zero dolphin? Imagine this.
Ok fine still adorable!
We all want to swim with the dolphins, shell a few dollars out even to do that but in society a bit bulky is like she eats like a pig perhaps. Duh!! Feed the pig on half its ration and it still will be as bulky as it always has been. Common sense or maybe genetics/ science or Gods creation, take a pick. But whichever it is dolphins are dear and pigs aren’t.
Yes of course some people do keep pigs as pet but sure as hell come any feast more than half the world would love to roast it out and have it served drippy delicious on a platter. But have you ever been served a dolphin? Try even joking about it and God bless you if you didn’t get a call from the over anxious and totally protective wild life preservation society. A friend of mine argued that dolphins’ smooth soft skin along with its mild timid soft eyes are the reason of its high soaring popularity and attractiveness. Really? Well even dogs have that eyes and about the body structure don’t they share similarities with the sharks and whales! You wouldn’t ever go swimming with the sharks or would you? That would be Steven Spielberg Jaws–my version. That too aggressive in pointing out; fine eels have smooth silky skin, have fun or dream swimming with them. Not that pleasant eh!
But whatever be it I myself don’t deny having a soft corner for the amphibian though. But whoa not swimming with them or even getting close to them, least even touching them with a single finger. My version–pets are animals and are always better kept at the zoo. You put them in your house, chain them and occasionally take them out for walks and that’s the exact same thing done at the zoo, isn’t? And better there at zoo as at least they have other animals to interact with and not just humans/creatures that walk on two feet and dress weirdly and make the pets do weird stuffs as fetching newspaper and balls along with added incentive of being judgmental about not littering around the house.
Yes of course that does stir the heart and melt it and nobody says no to that obvious. But wait have you ever tried the tiger eyes maybe they too look the same before you get into the dark insides of its stomach!
Coming back to the dolphin love I don’t hate the poor creature nor am I against them given a whimsically higher hierarchical domination in the human heart than whales and sharks but then rounding it up to just say that some animals are just good as in pictures or as showpieces or maybe as and when crafted in jewelry pieces. I fist grew this dolphin love when I set my eyes on a beautiful set of gold earrings bejeweled with two small diamonds on the eyes. If ever just one word could describe as that is “magnificent”. The saddest part to this love story being I was just a teenager and alas not with a financial security to get the pair into my ear lobes. This unsatisfied love grew till it was unbearable and insatiable onto finally one day when just a while back I found a little something which may be not much as compared to the teenage first great jewel love but something close enough and replaceable to that or maybe at least another dolphin jewel piece.
First love is never forgotten but can always be replaced by a great love or so they say. I am in the process to healing and filling that void perhaps quite refreshingly at the moment.
Have you ever imagined living in an alternate totally alienating environment? What if the environment we are actually living and surviving in right now is just an on stage drama? We at present consider ourselves to be the most superior creature.
Have you ever imagined living in an alternate totally alienating environment? What if the environment we are actually living and surviving in right now is just an on stage drama? We at present consider ourselves to be the most superior creature. What if that is just our version of a half truth! What if we were just mere puppets or pretty dolls in somebody’s huge backyard!
A frog sees a black and white world. Maybe to it we are the gods and goddesses. Do we care about it or actually do anything to make it happy and comfortable? We don’t because we do not have time for a lesser being than us, after all it is an animal, it will survive or perish or whatever as Darwin said survival of the fittest. But what if this is the exact very thing that is actually happening to us too. What if there are superior beings to us and that too totally around us in our day to day lives? A frog in its inferiority sees everything around in black and white and we in our inferiority don’t even see the superior highly intellectual beings.
Hypothetical but still imagine this situation. Gross. Weird. But still that might be the reality of our petty souls. And all we cry and wail about is small stupidities in life, a broken nail or a broken heart, when and where we are actually so very inconspicuous. Shakespeare did say we were all actors and actresses on a big drama stage. So maybe we all are in a big playground playing small camouflaged roles and making a mountain hill out of our ostentatious lives. A crazy little world it is. But if we are actors and actresses and mere puppets, then why not put up a good show. Let’s put up our bestest make ups and prettiest dresses and show them what we got. Life’s short. Let’s make it a bit entertaining.
Good Luck fellow humans in the strive to be judged the best. You can all walk the ramp here while I be the showstopper. 🙂
I have a routine for every forever sticking never to be bended or shifted to any other date holidays. And on 15th August every year I have been waking up at 8:00 in the morning, freshen up, read the newspaper, watch the helicopters hovering aover the city from 8:45 to 9:00, host my little cute tricolour on the balcony, have some delightfully tasty breakfast and then watch movies, sometimes the war patriotic movies or some good romantic ones whichever’s up on the screen, have my lunch around 1:00 and then surf over the internet till late at night n between sticking with my dinner. A peaceful way to spend the peaceful national holiday. Last year and the year before that I had the added bonus of going shopping and that too with special independence day sales. Well some good days were those! Yes I have recently shifted to a new place and am totally and still trying my best to adjust and adapt to the not so letting to live in peace of the neighbourhood. And so about tomorrow I am totally not certain what will/shall happen. Would I get a moment of calmness solitude, or would I be overrun and outrun of my peaceful holiday mood by the total ever interfering and making-others-life-their-nonsense-business minders? Somebody wants me staying at some public flag hosting while somebody foreign totally lectures on total non related issues and somebody else wants me singing in a chorus, participating in a quiz or whatever their jungle law has not already accomplished. Am I supposed to be calling myself living in an independent country by following and doing things I don’t want to which in actuality is also a total breach from my regularity of the ritual I have built up over the last 24 years of my democratic illusionised life? Wouldn’t forcibly making me do such things be a disrespect and dishonour to the very spirit of the day? Hmmh. That certainly would. Decision taken. I am an independent minded very secular and still totally conservative of my rituals and in total full of respect for my country and would/should never do anything to go against the happy spirit of the day. I am the best person with the bestest of intentions at heart for myself and the country. Jai Hind.
[P.S. If I have to break any of these rituals I promise to go down with dignity. I shall scream, wail and nd make them go total mad till they drag me to the venue of wheresoever. I will definitely not go down without a fight.]
Total new blogger. Though have gathered this hobby past a few months maybe perhaps was a new year resolution or something but have not published it until today. No excuses or reasons to cite except I was self obsessed and absorbed with other stuffs until today when I thought to make myself obsessed on the internet perhaps. But then like all bloggers and wannabe amateurs hope I write and flourish and become a well known writer in the authors column. First day big goals big dreams. And yes that’s actually and totally me living in the fairyland always dreaming all away into a happy oblivion.
“I came to win, to fight, to conquer, to thrive, I came to to win, to survive, to prosper, to rise, To fly, to fly !! ” — #Nicky Minaj