Friday, September 30, 2005
9am - communication
he says she does not communicate............... he stands there in the centre of the class, calls communication life, an instinctual desire to form relations with the person being communicated to effective communication. and then he looks at her and says she does not communicate. in a class of 40 odd kids, he points at her...........tells her, she has a face that expresses evrything with complete transparency. 'but you are not communicating madam', he tells her.
10am - broadcasting
'madam, please make your presentation... tell me your movie concept,' he invites. with a painfully sore throat, spinning head and running etap oph a nose, she stands in the centre of the class and talks of delhi buses, eunuchs, key-swapping parties, wedding dancers........blah blah blah be be blah! and then he tells her she has communicated her idea quite well. 'excellent and brilliant feasibility,' he consents......'but speak a little clearly madam and don't come if you're not well.'
11am - Reporting
'why did you not file in your reports on friday when i told you to. now sit till after 7pm and do it all by today,' she threatens. and she is unable to communicate her urge to go back home and sleep. she was tired, hungry, sweating and running high fever. but she stays and files her reports ...............
she is home. she's busted her ass, she looks exhausted, she's totally wasted, she needs her protein shots again and she wants to sleep. but she can't...........................why? because the one person she really wants to talk is not there to listen. And then he says again, 'Madam, don't mind my saying this, but you do not communicate..'
A month ago and then history repeats itself again.
Am i going in circles again?
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
I was born a happy child........or so they say.
I never frowned, never cried........ or so they say.
I never feared, never troubled ....... or so they say.
I created a banter, loved to be caressed...... or so they say.
Mama's little angel,
Daddy's little girl,
Nana's eager starry-eyed child,
Nani's pretty butterfly,
But behind closed doors................the curtain falls limply,
And then those sparkling, twinkling eyes suddenly shimmer with a watery haze.
She softly cries, she gently weeps, she quiety steals a tear... but the edges of her lips stay curved in a smile.....
"Hey what's that?" calls out a voice.
"Do you hear something?" another queries
"Looks like she's having another fit of laughter"
"It could only be her. Always laughing."
"That joyous sound, always makes my day."
She always laughs amidst even her tears..........or so they say!