In a Race..In a Daze

I’ve waived away my life in the hope of living…..

In the hustle of life, I guess this is what exactly happened or happening to me!.

I’m busy at office, trying to hone my skills to cling on to a thin rope that is being cut from one end in the name of recession. I’m busy perfecting my body to stop people perceiving me as a watermelon, elephant, puffs and what not! I’m busy perfecting the role of a part-time homemaker lest I’m not chucked out of the role following incompetent performance!

Results?? Well being busy in office obviously means being sulky with your colleagues & boss, the latter being a comparatively more dangerous target.

Busy working out with a constant glance at the weighing scales, when nothing seems to work ends up in just hogging.! Too busy in the household chores means cribbing about/to your partner to a phenomenal degree! In short, very simply put, I managed to run through life at an amazing speed and stumbled & spoiled all that was on my way. I had no time for faraway bonds and messed up with all those in the vicinity!

What I wanted was just a little time to breathe. To take in the trivial joys of life. To be able to jump at the sight of the full moon in all its glory, to stand and watch the “aero planes”, to run peek at the ‘ice-cream’ vendor with eager hopes of getting one. Endless is the list.

Today everything is easy & readily available and hence not as valuable as it once used to be. Today getting a new dress is not an occasional festival matter, so I no longer have reasons to wait for that ‘special day’. Today, delicacies are not restricted to birthdays, so somehow it is just another day to remind me, I’m growing old.

There were days when I would listen to a song and muse over the lyrics a hundred time. Now lyrics are out in the open for you! You better shy away from them for their ostentatious meaning. There were days when I used to read out poetry from a printed-paper back book and admire the beauty

I was once acquainted with the word – emotional quotient – by my dove. I guess that is what is needed for my perturbed mind. To delve deep into my own realm of thoughts, my emotions and assess how well I handle them. To be able to sit, stare and smile at the trivial beauties of life. To calm down, for the race would just land me in a daze!