Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Innocent?

Fifteen to twenty people in a classroom busily writing an exam. Well most of them. A squad member walks in. Pretends to see if anyone is copying and almost robotically(if thats a word) moves towards the last bench. Picks up A's question paper and says "Whats this?" A says "Just some stuff on my mind." Squad member "next time I'l throw you out!!". A mumbles.
Squad member gets back to pretend checking. A gets back to writing. Now with a frown on the face. Squad member walks upto B and smiles broadly. B grins back. Squad member smiles at C and C is too happy to be acknowledged. Squad member walks upto to the door. Throws a second glance at A. Notices A has returned to writing and leaves.
Who am i? Onlooker D. What did onlooker D see in all of this?? A had innocently scribbled stuff FAR from the examination paper on the question paper. B and C had chit booklets in their pockets which they used to copy when their very friendly squad member left.

What was D left feeling? That D had just witnessed what very often happens in the world outside as well.

You smile at the devil and suspect the innocent one.

Saturday, April 04, 2009

Sunday morning adventure!

Sunday mornings are usually really late mornings for me. But not this Sunday. With half open eyes as I groped around for my phone to check the time (which is my daily morning ritual). I realised it was too early to be up. 4:20 A.M means its still dark outside. I put my phone away and tried my very best to drift back to sleep. I don't know if it was the heat or just me. But sleep was the last thing on my mind. I finally gave up the thought of sleeping and decided to read a book. I dug around my bed for that book I have been trying to read. I always seemed to fall asleep when I want to read it. "The original plans as outlined by her husband Richard over many a happy bottle of wine...." *zzzzzzz*
Run, run run......*pant pant*. Why am I running? More important question where am I? I looked ahead, then to my left, my right and finally from where I had come, none of it was familiar. Trees, grass and some buildings in the distance ahead was all I could see. The heat was scorchingly painful and I was inappropriately dressed to face this heat. Denims and a tee? Who am I kidding? I wish I was in shorts. I looked around for a place to rest. Suddenly my mind wandered back to why I was running in the first place. Nothing that could have scared me to dash that way was anywhere in sight. Philosophy hits me because I see no other reason. I begin to quicken my steps and finally reached the cluster of buildings. It was a housing locality. I landed on the nearest bench and returned to my thoughts. I wondered if I should sift through the raging philosophies in my head. I finally gave in to them.
Running isn’t such a bad thing. Or is it? Running towards fulfillment of your dreams sounds inspiring. Running away from harsh reality does not sound so good. Which one of the two was I doing?
*Shake shake* “Time to walk the dog!!!” screams my sis. I wake up with half open eyes and waddle into the bathroom to take care of all my morning businesses.
As memories of my dream return I realise that reality you can run away from but sometime it does return to slap you in the face. Too philosophical? It might be. But it’s a thought. Why not we stop thinking of all the things we would like to do? We can and want to do? And just wake up and DO IT!