Saturday, June 16, 2007

Puddle Of Mud & A Vote Of Thanks


The chaos reminds me of a kid sometimes. The age of innocence as it is rated. The absence of malice due to the ignorance of its existence altogether. The kid sees the dirty waters and it happily wants to jump into the same, feel the filth and enjoy a strange satisfaction. Even at that age staying clean isn't a "cool" idea probably. But the motherly hand rightly slaps the kid and washes off the stains and tries to clean the muck off the child so the child is nice and clean again. The child however keeps thinking of the dirty waters and its next opportunity to soak itself in the dirt. The child enjoys the muck till someone gets him out of the same. It is thus guided to think as to what the world thinks is dirt, what the "guide" thinks is dirt and finally what "I" should consider as "dirt". The child then grows up and wants to be on his own. He assures the scared mother that he won't get dirty again as he is aware of the filth. But the hand is no longer there to slap and clean. Now the child sees the mud and happily embraces the dirt; in the process he finds his friends already enjoying the mud bath. Then he finds a hand who helps him enjoy the swim. Then they all drown to live an unheard death.

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Today I want to thank you for letting me feel proud for what I am. You helped me shape my beliefs helped me be the person I am. Not all of you are present with me today. Some have decided to act ignorant and apathetic as today they let their ego defeat all that ever was . However I know I can trust you and am happy of the fact that there still exists you, whom, even in times of hate, I can so blindly trust. Some have decided to walk away for their own best bidding a careless goodbye but I still trust thee. Then there are the new you who have become inseparable. You go on to understand who I am and what I am and hadn't it been for you, I wouldn't have understood the words like "trust" and "faith". I am blessed to have you. Once again, thank you!

13 comments:

raghu said...

maa kasam itna acha likh saktha hai tu?
mereko inferiority ho raha hai.. kal dekh mera post...kuutu!

Anonymous said...

:) :) :) :)

iloved the first part especialy the last line!!!!though i have cretain problems with what you have said but right now am too tired to comment!

ninkita said...

very nice indeedy. see, it moved me to comment also! also a little speechless i am, because it was written so nicely
:)

Divya said...

Cho chweet :)

abhu said...

:o :o suk all senti-senti!!! :o

another brick in the wall said...

@ raghu: thanks dawg :)

@ sim: thanks again.. lemme know wat probs u hav.. thanks :)

@ nin: love ya sweets.. thanks :)

@ div: hugs :)

@ abhu: fuckin bad mood.. dont ask.. too many disturbing thngs happnin around.. ntn surprises me anymore but still.. phew!

Divya said...

Oh suddenly the puddle of mud and the pic reminded me of that adorable ad.. surf excel.. daag acchhe hain.. cho cute.. lil girl falls into puddle... :)

heh? ok said...

hmm... :)

another brick in the wall said...

@ das: thanks :)

abhu said...

kya hua???

new age scheherazade said...

well. the first para rocked. and the second-welcome, if you did include me.:)

another brick in the wall said...

@ abhu: arey kuch na kuch toh hota hi rahega na :S

@ newagesch..: thank u thank u! and yes! it includes thee.. all my net pals :)

Virus© said...

The place my friends took me, I'd call it deep-shit.. And as filthy as it sounds, I enjoyed it and still am..
Moms would have hated us do all this "stuff"..

Nice post.. :)