The rabbit and the turtle

Once upon a time, there was a rabbit and a turtle. The rabbit was the fastest runner in town. He had won many racing events in his lifetime. On the other hand, the turtle was a lazy, slow runner with no past records. Through test of times, both the animals faced each other and were competing against each other.

Both the rabbit and the turtle took their positions and the referee called out, "On your mark" and whistle. Off the rabbit ran and the tortoise swaggered. The rabbit was consistent in his speed and ran and ran towards the finishing line.

In this course, the turtle suddenly stopped, miles behind the rabbit, trying to catch up breath. The reason? He was waiting for his dad to get the shiny silver spoon with the magical potion of success.

The rabbit upon being only 10 metres away from the finishing line looks back to check the tortoise in any way near to him. But the turtle was no where to be seen. "My win is not far.", he thought and started running faster.

Upon reaching the finishing line with his eyes closed, he exclaimed, "Yes! I am the champion." But then, as he came face to face with reality, he realised that there was no rope when he crossed the line , the referee is nowhere to be seen. Then his eyes spotted a crowd cheering, jumping and yelling, "Hip Hip Hurray!". He walked towards the mob and saw the tortoise standing in the 1st position with the cup in his hand and the silver spoon in his mouth. The rabbit disheartened, left.

Moral: And still we think, 'slow and steady wins the race.'

The Perfect Night

There are certain days(rather nights) when you just let go off the present situation and relax. For me tonight is the time. Caught in a "fragile" web of competition and surfing every possible information on the internet in pursuit to keep up with fellow 'specialisation' mates, tonight I let go off all these inhibitions.

The monsoon rains pouring outside. Alone in the room. Soft music playing in the background. The dim light of the lamp sets the perfect mood for this special evening. My Jane Eyre is half-open, waiting to be read. The movie that I just enjoyed watching was brilliant. Thinking of how times change but in all this evolutionary events, I am the constant factor.

The song in the background talks about this distant star which shines alone in the night sky and grabs all the attention. The singer is mesmerized and jealous, at the same time and asks the star how can it steal the night's beauty and take all the pride? I wish I could describe the smile that I have on my face listening to it. I never enjoyed the song at other times, but at this point the lyrics are beautiful.

The classic I am reading took an adverse turn. I so wanted Jane and Mr. Rochester to get married and live happily ever after like the Grimm's fairy tales. But then it is more close to real life. Jane is standing at the crossroads of her life unknowing what the future has in store for her.

Finally, I don't know why I am writing this post. The flickering blue light of the laptop urged me to write something and I typed the words. Also, my friend exclaimed today of how I lack the avidity of a writer as I don't write about anything and everything. As other reality bites, even this remark hurts.

All said and done. It's a perfect candid night with a complete mood mutation.

Rock Paper Scissors...Situation IX

The game has taken a complete twist...One of the elements is no more an inseperable part of the two...It can exist isolated (but its not the other way round)...But the show must go on...The thumb clicks are made and situation still shouts "Rock Paper Scissors CUT" and a score is made.

Rock
Metamorphosed to a new being.

Paper
Accepted the new scribbles. But still views them as errors.

Scissors
Sharpening it's reach.

Artistes, Creators

What is in an artiste's mind
No one ever knows.

Why Picasso's cubes
or
Matisse's sunlight?

Why Hussain's horses
or
Raza's patterns?

Why Kahlo's self-portraits
or
Shergill's women?

The oceans of fantasy
The sea of inspiration
The spray of colours
The love for women

What is in it's creator's mind
No one ever knows.

Nostalgia Re-visited

Four years. It had been after four years that I visited the place where I have spent the most beautiful moments of my life. Re-visited those avenues that were an important part of my childhood.

Nothing has changed. Except my childhood friends are older and (im)mature.

Nothing has changed. Except this time,we didn't play Hide & Seek or talk about our school homework.

Nothing has changed. Except a mall has come up in place of the huge abandoned mill that always was a sight of darkness and gloom.

Nothing has changed. Except the unknown additions in my small group of friends.

Nothing has changed. Except the fact that I have CHANGED.