A number by firehouse...

I am at work. A3s and charcoal sticks dancing to my impulsive sketching...as I vaguely notice a pull towards distant notes and an earnest voice...firehouse on my earphones.words reached out to me between lines and as they became dominant,I drifted away lost in thought...Soon I was scribbling...

"...everything is beautiful as long as u r livin in ur perfect world....
.... Baby..a part of u is dying...
...seems no matter wht i do..i cnt get thru 2 u...
in ur perfect world...u dont feel no pain...
nothing can go wrong...nobody gets hurt...
as long as ur livin in ur perfect world...."

and what happens to u?

Simplicity is imperfect. Imperfection reveals beauty...the kind of beauty that is sewn into the folds of naked truth.The kind of beauty that doesn't fit into our perfect world...of pretences.

I see it around me........in me..

Manifested in silent,pathetic,alarming and earnest ways.

I remember a hearty laugh after an intentional crude remark/act. I hear "Ok....that was a joke...now plz back off and dont target me.I was only trying to be cool!"

I remember a dirty look,unaccountable rage and string of expletives. I hear " Can't you retort back and shell out the same crap that I just did so that I can somehow respect myself better?"

I remember a happy person who lives by handed down rules.I hear" Pleasures that don't last for good hardly matters in life...but I still wish..."

I know someone who is strong and confident.I wonder if I heard " I can't afford to getting used to luxuries that are just not there when you need them the most.So ruf it up!"

We have all been handed down a world...and we have built on our perfect worlds as the years ,incidents, emotions sped by...

....and we are forever trying to get in or get out of it.

Morning chimes

I squinted at my boring, unforgiving and austere alarm clock sitting right above my head.It was 7. The first touch of happiness. 30 mins more for my day to begin and I get back to the comfort of my blanket.

I hear the fone ring.A long ring and a short ring and then a stifled silence before someone could reach it. And that just was a humble eleven episode show....rudely interrupted by a vegetable seller who seemed to have just drafted a five year plan for his life ahead and had set about wasting no time, in full vigour... yelling out ,bent on making sure his voice reached the remotest corner of each house in the neighbourhood. Well, I must say he would go a long way.I could hear the whrrommm...of a lorry.It must have been reversing ...I made out from the zillion bilingual guiding instructions the driver got to swerve into a peaceful lane. Apparently my mom had got smarter meanwhile and had beat the fone to it. I could hear her complaining about how difficult it was to wake up her 24 year old daughter and how she needed all her energy saved for that one deed. I smiled under my blanket. This was getting interesting...I strained for other sounds/noises. I could hear a bird singing.I couldnt be really sure how distant it was.But it was very sweet. Some wave in the spectrum interfered with my mobile's blissful state because I could hear her buzz a complaint.I awaited a call or a sms.None came and so I remained under the blanket. Then finally it came..d beeep... beeep...beeep.. beep..BEEP..BEEP.BEEP.BEEP.BEEP...

Damn. 7.30. My mom is by my side trying her best threatening,petting and cajoling.

Why is the whole world against me...aww..I kick of my blanket.

Cindy

My aunt had got two new puppies.A labrador and a daschund...Lassie and Cindy respectively.

Now since childhood I have cherished dreams of having my own pup to play with , to cuddle to , to run along with during walks , to bathe and brush, to wake me up....and all the things I envied about the Enid-Blyton troop. But then there were two things I wasn't very fond of about the species ... the licks in general and the daschunds in particular.

I couldnt wait till i saw Lassie and oh my... wasn't I rewarded. I saw a red sash and a pair of dark eyes blink out from a tiny bundle of white fur . I think I lost myself for a moment when I held her. And then I heard my aunt call out for Cindy...

I idly looked around.I hadn't seen a daschund in real until then.But I knew alright that they were the elongated rats that I really didn't care for.

She was elongated . Beautifully . A rich golden brown, she glistened under the sun . But what hit me was the stuggled trot on fours towards me.She stood on her hind and had her two paws on my knees,tail upright waiting for her turn into my arms. It was a wonder that those tiny short paws did not yield under her excitement. She had a class of her own. The pride of a stunning woman. The eyes of a guilty child.

She investigated my cheek with her cold snout and she gave a tiny lick. I froze right there.I held her close. I was in love .

Evolve

I hate swallowing pills...leaving no exception.The ones that are bitter and the ones that stink.At par.

Injections...gosh..needles...piercing....oxygen please.

I hate set standards..as much as I believe in relativity. U could never say killing is bad.There is always more to it.

I know that tomorrow these could be the things that I believed in once . Change just happens.Evolve.

And that is just the way it is!