Real fragrance is that which stays forever,
Yesterday evening, when I waited for my bus, at the bus stand,
I saw a lady walk to the litter bin nearby, with a lunch box in her hand,
She emptied its contents into a clear polythene bag, and threw it into the bin,
Where it lay, among the trash, tucked in.
Then, a few moments after, a rag picker stopped by,
He began to fish earnestly for food in the bin, when this bag caught his eye –
He happily tore it open, and bit by bit,
He finished every last morsel in it.
Talk about irony – on the one hand there’s everything in plenty, there’s abundance,
While on the other, even the left overs make a huge difference.
I always wonder if the world we live in, would ever get right, the meaning of identity,
For, it believes each of us is a race horse, trained just the way it wills us to be –
“Girls your age, are married, in our town,
When, are you, planning to settle down?”
“My sister’s son – he’s done with his master’s, now contemplating his PhD,
If Master’s isn’t what you want, why don’t you go for a Management degree?”
But, hey, being asked to become a stereotype isn’t exactly new, is it?
For, into the mould designed by the society, we’ve always been forced to fit,
We’re only expected to yield to expectations aplenty,
Whether we’re ten, twenty, fifty or seventy,
We’re always told to lead by example, or made to follow one,
We’re forever required to be on par with our friend, sibling, cousin, or the neighbour’s son,
Yet, stand up we must, for what we want, even if it means a journey, alone,
Shut out other perspectives until we discover our own,
Carve our own niche, create our own mould,
Because, to seek our calling, we can never be too old –
Defy gravity, find our own ground,
What we presumed, lost, will only then be found.
Most often, we come across people who change with time. You find their attitude, their behaviour, their interest in you doesn’t remain constant.
Sometimes they call themselves your best friend, make you their pity project, ensure they have you by their side when they need you and then, they are gone – when they don’t need you anymore. They don’t respond to your texts, don’t ask you if you’re okay, don’t find the time to get back to you – because they don’t necessarily have anything to do with you. And they’d always expect you to understand their absence. And shamelessly so.
People like these, who call themselves your constants, are in reality, vermins of the worst order who drain all energy, all positivity and everything that you’ve to offer.
They aren’t your real friends. They aren’t those who’d if not physically, be emotionally there for you when you need them. People like these are spam. Delete them off from your contact list, your friend list, your life. It is time you did.
I have done.
Aren’t we all just passengers, figuring out our way,
With the superpower above governing our stay,
We plan all we want to,
But what eventually happens is what’s destined to,
So enjoy the ride while you can,
For as long as your life is meant to pan!
I go on a loop, with a clam,
Seeking reality amidst all the sham,
In the mission to figure out who I am,
Only to discover bliss in the mayhem!
Yesterday, my friend and I got into a share-auto on our way back home from work. Soon afterward, the heavy downpour started and as the auto sped off we were worried about how we’d reach home on time. Since we were the last 2 passengers in the rickshaw, the driver said he’d better head straight home, when he asked him if he could drive us to our destination (we had to take another bus to reach home). Fair enough. But then, as we reached our stop, the downpour became heavier making it impossible for people to walk on the streets without an umbrella or a jerkin – and we had neither. The auto rickshaw driver sensing that offered to drive us to the bus stop (for which he had to take a left from the junction where we had planned to get down and drive a few metres, whilst he had planned to go straight) and we gratefully agreed.
But he didn’t just drop us off at the bus stand and leave yesterday. He was kind enough to let us wait in the auto rickshaw until the bus came (10 minutes later), he ensured both of us got in safely and then left the place.
That was one good turn our way yesterday. God bless him in abundance ✨😊