Friday, March 16, 2012

Blaming the chair

It is interesting how parents teach kids to hate and despise anything that hurt them... Rather than reason out that this too is a part of life. What say?

While I waited for by delayed flight back home, I saw a child - 2 or 3 years old, whose legs got stuck in the chair. The kid was shocked and screeched aloud. The parents released the kid from where he was stuck. Immediately the mother mockingly hit the chair for hurting her child. This miraculously stopped the the kid from crying

What I think happened here:
- 3 year old kid personified the chair that entangled his legs
- The parents knew that it wasn't pain that the kid howling, but just shock...
- The parent beat the chair, and the kid calmed down.
- The kid slapped the chair a couple of times as well. End of story!

Was it an act of doing anything, something to distract the kid from howling? Am sure my folks did the same.
I know its a random incident, but I know so many of my friends who are new-age parents who put in such thought in every act, every word they utter in the presence of their kids. All this to shape the kid's personality.

Thinking back now, it seems like I grew up rather carefree, my parents sent me to a decent school, ensured I got through 10th grade. They followed on and off up till I finished my graduation. They didn't try to mould me so much, or did they in a indiscreet manner? I am not sure about...

Today, turning 30 - I realise I am domesticated. I have a will of my own but I know I am considerate to my family and friends, yet I maintain to do things I like to do. If I am not doing something, it's what I believe I haven't worked at, though I might blame my parents for it, for the sake of it.

Aaah... There! Maybe its because the chair was blamed when I was monkeying around in public, instead of behaving myself...

Monday, April 11, 2011

That someone!

Did they say it's the sparkle in one's eyes, or the bells ringing in surprise...
Was the wave length supposed to match,
Or is it just a good looking catch?

What is that?
The delight in the smile, or the money piled?
Is it the experience or it's consequence or was it just the tall, dark and handsome.
It wasn't surely the small spark of wisdom that makes him awesome.

They say, when you shut your eyes and open your heart, you will know if he's right.
But records also remind us that, all that is possible is just one's fate.
Eventually you'll find the one right, by then it could be all too late!
Be practical, they say, logic will have its way but you've got to be pious, finding him should be your life's bias.

Go online, put in a line, go meet outside, take preside. Or, just let your parents decide.
They will work things out, and hire a worthy guide.

They also said, don't be a drama queen,
you are not the only one life is been too mean.
It happens to all,
we have been through it all.
Just hang on and do not fall for anyone lame who just comes by.
You need to work things out for things to multiply - learn to flirt, get the eye to revert.
Once you get noticed, stay focused, lose some weight, clothe bright.
Leave behind the head weight, ok?
Don't be so uptight!

You got to go looking, same time it could also come to you finding.
It's the stars that should match; The lines on your palms should latch; the numbers will have to, have to patch.

It's the big knot, forget not!
Millions have been through this phase, haven't they not?
You are not the only one to face this situation.
Again, why is there as much commotion and confusion?
Generations have got it right (More right, for the world is no more light)

They say, for some it's meant to be love marriage;
Rest it's lovers after marriage, or was it love cum marriage?
Whatever that means - All that matters is that you are now of age!
But you see, for many it's a societal baggage,
That has left much in bandage.
More bleeding hearts, thanks to some pilferage but remember...
Marriage comes with wise adage!

And yet...
Mother prays for you, father worries you
Brother and sister plead with you
You are blocking their line in view
Happy for your freedom - Very very few!!

I stand to ask:
What could let you know that here’s the one!
All the same - one nose, one mouth, two to four eyes - nothing there a surprise.
A little receding hair, a preceding belly-air
For some it just depends on what they wear.

I want to know:
How could one know that here's the one!
That there is no one as good as this one
And if got wrong,
You are just no one for none, for long, so so long!!

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

On the way of being SOMEONE

Some things we are born with,
some things we are taught,
the core of the two make us special

Some incidents we learn from,
some instances we leave behind,
the blend of the two make us someone real

Some journeys we venture on,
some passages we suffer,
the start after the two make us alive

Some lessons we learn,
some wisdom we earn,
the drill of the two make us worthwhile

Some memories we like to forget,
some memoirs we want to protect,
the best kept of the two, make us someone rational

Well, we are still on the way of being that someone.