Rooted Route

When you're driving to get from A to B and encounter a red light or two in between, your brain automatically switches to think mode. Its almost as though traffic lights were invented for this purpose. I realized that introspection is always a stranger, and every once in a while it hitches a ride. So, before changing lanes, we use this time to think and get some air. Only sometimes we swallow years alongside it. Unknowingly. Tests of yesteryear become lessons in our minds, and events metamorphose into experience. What we didn't want to see all along is what we suddenly seem to have front row seats to - all the reds and greens which once were, and the ambers which still are. We can ignore them, bully them or brush them aside all we want. But the essence of it all is this - Its not until you hope for the future, that you begin to understand all that has come to pass. So, go on and get your engines started. Switch to first gear.

Say No for Love

Since the days when we all went to bed at 9, we were told to learn and grow. And so we did. We were fussed and poked over, skewered on the grill of security so we didn't turn out into cold meat. So wherever we went, a cushion and a half followed. But here's the raw muscle of it all - there comes a point when you start wondering, which came first - you or the cushion? To walk into life with a cushion behind you is one thing. But to walk into a cushioned life is completely another. Its times like these when i wonder - when did boon go bane? We are loved, and so we are provided for. We are cherished and so we are protected against. No matter how many times I validate this theory, a slow and steady hole begins to grow - benevolence and love are opposite poles. So sometimes, out of love (for yourself) say no.

No food for thought

The advantage of a job is employment. The disadvantage is that it slowly kills your power and courage to dream. The greatest irony of a worker's life is that his ammunition backfires on himself. The nest becomes the birdcage. A thirst to earn our own bread unconsciously prompts us to starve the mind's belly. And when we're far from parched and our ambition gone skinny beyond recognition, we suddenly head for the buffet. And what do we find? The drinks are on the house.