Wake Up Call!

Wake Up!


I agree with a good number of you, who've been sincerely writing to me that  I must  get back to my blogosphere and so here I come. The one obvious question which was put to me by some darling pals is what kept me from it all this awhile and the reason being my thought goblins. Writing allures these goblins to open up my eyes, clear all blockages of my ears, dilate the pores of my skin - in short carve me a world unto myself and thus engage my focus. For the world, I end up becoming, self-centered, opinionated and a ruthless hell. Trouble is in spite of living in an ecosphere preaching individualism in schools and eloquent speeches, all the while, what essentially keeps knocking back at you is communism as Thomas Friedman would have described with his wry smile,
"If we can't go richer together, we all go poorer together".  So living in the matrix of the laid down formula of the world just makes things less cumbersome. It begins from the day we are set onto the world. By the manner of our wail and frequencies, we are known as good or bad, troublesome and irritating or wonderfully charming and then as we grow up, we have many more such familial formula hitting upon us. (S loosens herself on a bean bag now with a cup of strongly brewed Irish coffee and casts a look through the shut blinds of her room's window before she continued this real long list of instances.)
It begins with a wake up call one fine day, "Gosh! you're three plus already and time to frequent a kindergarten or pre-kinders now." No matter how much one doesn't want to go there leaving the safe haven of more acquainted surroundings, be it home or grandparent's countryside place, school is the place to be, is nailed firmer than a death sentance. I am still not sure what difference does it anyways make to get the child started a couple of years later, a little more comfortably. Now there goes, clear your boards by seventeen, hit college by eighteen, graduate and in the meanwhile fall in love or just figure out a someone and get married and settle down, have children and bring them up and grow old. Wow! and if you've done them all unquestionably and at all appropriate times and the appropriate ways, you've been the best man on earth. Here man is an abbreviated version of an earthly manual, unwritten and set to traverse generations with its principles of right and wrong, good or evil, assuming all human productions  just equal and thus the old principles apply universally to every body.      
Well, if you're someone like me who always sits right next to the driver's seat at the bus to catch a glimpse of the hanging clouds that take me to the little villages I discovered amidst the hills or never mend my chimney cause a sparrow keeps frequenting every now and then; if you hardly shop brands and prefer writing than calling people and every time the tangerine sky lends an uncomposed music, a nubile nymphet sways in you, well I'd say,  "Good luck Bad soul, cause you have a real uneasy path to charter and real long way to go!" :)