Sunday
It is partly true and partly false that idleness can kill
you. For someone who had been as busy as the clock-hands, it can certainly be a
blessing. Too often, people tend to pay themselves the minimum attention while
running through the hectic schedules and impossible to-do lists. What is the
point, even if you are a multi-millionaire, that your face tissues are too
stressed to stretch themselves to smile? What is the point in living, if you cannot
stop and look at your reflection on a shop window?
Monday
A lot of things in life are like the pictures you find in
menu cards. The actual dish does not even come closer to the printed depiction.
Yet, I would settle for the cooked dish rather than the uncooked one that looks
heavenly in the picture but far from edible in reality. Looks do count-but you
can’t eat them!
Tuesday
I will play you like a harp on a mid Summer morning, with a
pull of each string, generating a different emotion. I can let you die of
jealousy, or make you cry like a baby. I can shatter your defences and rebuild
them in a moment. Call me your weakness and your strength, your life and your
death. My notes can tweak your ears and speed up the flow of your blood. Like
noble lovers would do, you will endure this torture with dignity and unlike
other women would do, I won’t hold you above a cliff. Thank God, I didn’t turn
into a harp and even if I did, you are not very good at playing
string-instruments!
Wednesday
Flip flops are a temptation too strong to resist. Leave a
lone the comfort, attractive colours and popular brands, who would have thought
‘rubber sereppu’ would attain fashion-icon status!
Thursday
You have no right to ask the world what you want simply
because you fancy it. May be that was the old-fashioned way of doing things.
But your predecessors once they reached their palaces in the sky, chose to
close the gates against the world. That is when the world stopped conspiring to
make things work for people. Prove yourself worthy of having it. And fight your
way to the end without getting your hands stained by chicanery. You are not the
first person who started innocent and lost that innocence during the journey
nor will you be the last. The only consolation is that even if you fall from
the sky, the earth will receive you without letting you fall into a bottomless
vacuum. And that gives you very little right to call yourself a star!
Friday
Hunger can literary make you a criminal or go against your
conscience. The self-made, breakfast table promises melt like icicles the
moment you see the unhealthiest food pervading the most alluring aroma. The
scenario often makes you wonder, “are all those who run little bake-houses,
saints?”
Saturday
They say the world is round. Surely, it must be so round
that what went around takes ages to come back to me.
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