Ah! Its really long.. I mean reaaalllyyy looooooooonngggg time since I have penned down something here... When was the last post...? like about a year ago..? Actually more than that... Hmmm... Responsibilities, work, job, family.... No time for recreational or personal activities... Too busy with life....
LIFE??? life??? Ah yes!!! Life!!!
How your life changes.. from a cute baby to a naughty toddler.. from a studious schoolgoer to a rebellious teenager.. from a ambitious career person to a wife... housewife... mother... and then.....
And then watching your children going through the same vicious circle again....
At every stage in life we find new definitions for Life. New meanings in everyday happenings. Responsibilities sore... Expectations rise.. and sometimes you feel you just want to break free of all this and fly.. Just fly.... FLY.........
Why in the heaven's name am I typing all this here.. :) Seriously I have no clear vision.. :)
All these emotions got triggered when some days back I was browsing through my old school books and I found a diary which I had been keeping from my III std onwards. Anything I found nice and interesting, I used to keep them written or pasted in this diary. from proverbs to anecdotes, from stories to poems, from newspaper clippings to essays and speeches, a few of my own words and verses and few by well known authors and writers.
Reading through this old diary of mine, I was amazed at my own creativity and imagination during my childhood days. I am not saying that I was extraordinarily talented or anything but definetely much much better than what I am now...
I think it happens with most of us (if not all). Somewhere down the line, trying to catch up with the rest of the world, we get too busy trying to merge and be part of the society that we lose our individuality, our identity. We cease to LIVE, we just EXIST.....
LIFE??? life??? Ah yes!!! Life!!! EXISTENCE.....
Hmmmm... Let me SHUSH the Socrates in my for a while ;) I am getting bored by ME :)
My real purpose why I sat down to put up this blog today was to publish this of mine which I found in my old diary, written for a school competition in VIII std. Though its very ametuer and childish.. its real close to my heart. And I seriously wish............
A magic rubber at my hand,
I would rub out seas and land.
The birds that fly above so high,
The clouds which give pimples to the sky,
Just one stroke and everything clear,
Only the blues which feel so near.
Far from the distance, the hooting train you hear,
And wish you had a voice so clear.
But jealousy gets the better of you
One strong sweep and rub it through.
We set to play a game of cricket
When the rain pours down, so cruel, so wicked;
that I decide to do something about,
I take my rubber and rub every drop out.
One day I found among the trees
a cute little nest of some breed;
Air conditioned with open surrounding,
and two chirpy birdies in the bounding.
I looked at my own precious bedroom
A concrete prison and a bed to groom.
Making a decision in my sleep,
I take out my rubber and I sneak
to the tree, the nest at the peak.
But the two chirpy birdies let me down
And I return into my night gown.
Next day morning, at the very dawn,
I wake and sit, struggling with a yawn
And the first sight that met my view
was the maid child beaten black and blue.
Oh! The pain and misery that people suffer
But I didn't rub humanity with my rubber!!!
Who has got it erased out of our minds??
The emotions of love, virtue of being kind.
At such thoughts my heart shudders,
Killing, suicide, death and murders.
The overworked bee destroys the hive
Because there is no one fit to survive.
One kills his friend so close,
And saves his identity by force.
To the greed of man, you lose every moral
without any sense of guilt, with no quarrel.
Oh I would first rub out the entire human population
Who brought forth hatred, poverty and discrimination
But then,
in the world so empty, alone and wide
Who will be my soul and guide?
Imagination is not the real thing, I understand
So I bury my magic rubber in the sand.
