Once upon a time in a distant forest lived there lived a small community of frogs… As it happens in those days they spoke beautifully.
In soft tender tone they would sing songs of the pond. The lotus would go to sleep listening to their songs. The flies mesmerized by them would stop mid air alas would be caught dead. The birds would keep quiet in envy. They would move away high up on the trees to sing.. to not to interrupt. Few of the brave souls would try to challenge them but most either slinked away or joined them in their symphony keeping time.
It was an ideal world. A paradise.
Into such a world came one poor frog. He didn’t have a sweet voice. He croaked. And to balance this defect out, god had given him the skill of enterprising and the intelligence to use it. He market
ed himself as unique artist. When he spoke people listened. Simply because he was different.
He was very much in demand.. and the whole of next generation imitated him blindly. Especially the Toad X.
Toad X was such an imitator that he surpassed his idol. He talked like him walked like him. And inculcated it onto others as the ‘cool’ thing!
Many generations passed as it happens and all the frogs forgot that they can sing. They all croaked now and thought, croaking is how they sound. Until one day Junior X was born. Interestingly, he was left alone by everyone as.. he sung.
And when he sung, the flies stopped mid air. All the members of the pond envied him and hated him.. as he was so different. Which he wasn’t.. he was more true to what they really were than anybody else.
But that my friend was his crime.
He was suppressed, tortured until he gave up singing until he died. And when he died, he was celebrated as the one and only singing frog who was brave enough to survive in this cruel pond…
And that perhaps is the story of every being in this world….
Its probably the first time ever that I realise this...through all of these 6 years that I ve been working and lived through new shades and seasons of life..I ve parted with something that I may never regain...my innocence.Its strange how for winning in a race,I never paused to think of what I have left behind forever.
My values have changed,I have imbibed arrogance,even a tinge of manipulation or diplomacy
And now I yearn to go back to my roots.I want to go back to being a simple vulnerable guy who was capable of crying when it hurt.A child who's innocence shone right through his face.
A man who viewed world in just two hues,black or white,right or wrong,moral or immoral. I know the line between the two blurs as we grow up with realities of everyday life.Come to think of it,I didnt even go through transient phase of dilemma, the transition just happened.
I learnt the rules of survival pretty quick.
Everything around is available for 'exchange',everything is quantifiable,there's a cost benefit analysis preceding every decision of mine.I think solely in terms of my gain,my pleasure.
And yet there's no sense of guilt even though I have almost put a price tag on my body and soul while chasing materialism shamelessly.Rationality has superceded my emotionality...I ll keep in touch with a friend only if he/she does,otherwise am as busy as he/she is.And yet being part of this multitude,I dont miss friendship.I miss love though.
Even though my faith has dwindled and I ve witnessed enough infidelity,there's something that makes me want to believe in fairy tales,in virtues of trust and committment...you know the kind of romance that is practically unheard of these dayse,one that survives years of separation and distance and is still flaming.
I want to distill my soul, wipe away the blemishes,undo the hurt and rekindle the faith.I dont want to be soaked in succulence of momemtary pleasure,that gives me an illusion of being sucked up inside a black hole,like a flight into the unknown,where even if I grople for truth,I wont find any.
Can I go back to being untouched?Untarnished?Unadulterated?Unhurt by toxic veracity...can I free myself??
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
......W.H. Davies
As I sit gazing at my computer screen there are so many thoughts floating in my mind at the same time..
Let me see if I could offer you a sneak peek into my genius mind..
1. What color shirt should I Buy?
2. I need to look for more colors( My wardrobe lacks color just blacks and whites)
3. Need to watch a movie with "N"
4. "Dil Bole Hadippa" would be a Flop (This is what I think please do go and watch it as I am not psychic and cannot predict future)
5. Thinking about trip to Agra (Will post about it later)
6. Taj Mahal was awesome
7. Wish I could eat those kulfi's I had at Agra (They were the best I ever had)
8. Oh Yeah it's Friday (So two days off..)
9. Wish I had loads of Money to buy me a car :-(
10. Can't come up with any new ideas for my blog
11. How can people write so creatively?
12. I think I should quit smoking altogether(Mind You I was successful with the alcohol)
13. What should I buy For G's brother wedding?
14. What did I give "N" as a B'day gift this Year?
15. Wish somebody could gift me an I-phone
16. Will India be the no 1 cricket team? (I am confident they have the potential)
17. It's been a long time I played cricket.
18. Eagerly waiting to upload the pictures of Agra Trip
19. Need to download some new songs
20. Maybe I should cook something over the weekend (Yes I can cook and cook better than many of the ladies I know..sorry..no offence meant)
While penning down my random thoughts I was struck by little wisdom and thought I should share it. Afterall it's my blog and my space so why shouldn’t I be the one who decides things.
Wise men say "It’s easy to lie" but is it really true..Don’t think so..
To be honest telling a lie is as complicated as telling the truth. The moment someone asks you a question for example there are so many permutations and combinations that go into framing an answer. You dont' think so..ok here is an example.
Boss: Why where you late today?
Me: Oh Boss!! sorry about it but I had to go to the hospital?
May sound as a simple answer but in reality you would have thought of so many things before letting out the answer.
Why am I Late?
Flat Tires No..that is such a primitive excuse..come on D..you are more creative than this..
Traffic Jam..what if he used the same route to reach office..No way..
Hospital yes that’s it…OK I had to go to the hospital..
Which Hospital did I go to?
Has to be close to my house cant name one which is located far..
Testing my geographical knowledge..1.2..3..yes that's it..xxx hospital
What Happened?
Oh what I am suffering from..Maybe cold..No..he would know am lying I don’t have running nose or heavy voice..
How about Headache..who goes to hospital for headache..Stomach ache maybe..But I do not want to miss out on the lunch they are serving..was planning to take an extra helping..I am so hungry
Oh yes..I had get myself checked for Swine Flu..have been feeling weak since past few ays..Wow am genius..No but what if he asks for the reports..ok..I need to think fast fast..yes
One of my relatives wasn't well..of course he is not going to ask you for a prescription in that case..Ok who should he be..some uncle..(Does it really matter at that point of time?)
Ok now that you have done the mis-en-palce for the answer lets concentrate on looks..I have to look sad..as though I have been starving..and not slept for God knows how long.
Now did it work?
Boss: Oh I am sorry. Hope he is fine. Just let me know if you need any help.
Me: Sure Boss!! Thanks a lot!!
My Genius Mind: D! You are genius boy. You should have been an actor. Guess only if you had the looks and physique.
Three Cheers to this thing called mind..(Hip Hip Hurray!)
