In the often frequented streets,in the overloaded buses,in the rush oftime when packed like sardines travel the mortals,they loosethings,other than their purses,that many term humanity.unconcernedthey are to this vital loss,as they overindulge in the rat-race.
Rat-race is a term often used to denote the competitive,or as somesay,sporting environment of the day.one must not pity the ones who inthe process of putting forward such a notion equate the human racewith rats.well,in a welfare state,even rats deserve,if not equal,atleast some status.since it surpasses the purview of my knowledge,iwill refrain myself from concluding that rats,in their uplifted statusare endowed with such qualities.however,is the race,from which theterm derives its origin,good enough to bestow the aforementionedquality on the rats?well,if a race is good enough to let one of itskind bleeding on the street for hours,and the law enforcing agenciesof the race,busy passing the burden on another,there can hardly be amore befitting candidate to teach the rats how to be 'HUMANE'!However,there are a few amidst the 'HUMANE' ones,who prefer notfollowing the majority.such people are ready to face the hazards ofthe law enforcers,employers,respected politicians and learned rats tohelp one another,when in need.it is hard to find them out,good thatthe 'HUMANE' usually don't notice them,or else would terminate themand thus exhibit their tribute to 'humanity'.its better,however,thatsuch exceptions are in us all,human as we are.therefore let us killthe rats within,or else they would eat our cheese-HUMANITY.
Friday, January 28, 2011
purgation
It had rained the whole day.the wet path led to an unknown
destination.however,sheena's view was restricted partialy by a huge
tree.it was dead,and sheena had no idea what tree it was...well,of
what 'use' would that information be?'use'...that is the only truth in
sheena's life.importance of a thing lay in its 'use'...and her list of
useful things provided first preference to her body-the sole source of
her income.puritans might scorn,the orthodox might oppose,but as long
as prostitution provided her with a handsome livelihood...who cares.a
gust of wind closed her window.a sudden shock ran down her spine.she
looked at the watch..it was 4 pm.time for her to start getting
ready.her dressing table was a delicacy to watch...full of diverse
material that would befit a society lady's parlour as opposed to a
whore's quarter in a brothel.and yet the expensive materials of
toiletry revealed the status and taste of her customers,not to mention
her demand.preening her looks through the miror,a sudden thought
perplexed her.her beauty was long bereft at a tender age,her voluptous
physique was her weapon to attract prospective wealthy admirers.it was
all fine,but time would leave its mark on her surely and one day her
'use'ful body will become futile.she must save a lot to spend
then..and she must earn a lot now.
The clock rang at 6 in the eveining.time for her to go by the road and
entice the amorous rich brats.
The wind had subsided..there was a pleasant drizzle.the street was
almost empty.she held an umbrella to stop the rain from causing a ruin
to her makeup..having slept with more people than any in the
brothel,she knew what the customers wanted.a well dressed doll to be
devoured and left dry...'fools!', she thought,'is there anything left
to be sucked dry in me?'suddenly a gust of wind struck her umbrella
and it blew away some 10feet away.the heavenly drops fell on her
overused body.it had been a long time since she had enjoyed getting
drenched...
she savoured each moment.she realised that she had been like an
inanimate object,indifferent to pain and pleasure,working under an
'use'able machinery trying to satisfy others and to ensure a secured
future.bt now,the raindrops that fell on her,filled her with a
delightful sensation.her stoicism was gone,and she felt great.that
night,she had the richest customer of her life...the RAIN,which in
exchange of absorbing her body provided her with such a payment that
nobody ever did...it animated her,it purged her...she spent the whole
night with the drizzle...bt for the 1st time it was she who was
satisfied.
destination.however,sheena's view was restricted partialy by a huge
tree.it was dead,and sheena had no idea what tree it was...well,of
what 'use' would that information be?'use'...that is the only truth in
sheena's life.importance of a thing lay in its 'use'...and her list of
useful things provided first preference to her body-the sole source of
her income.puritans might scorn,the orthodox might oppose,but as long
as prostitution provided her with a handsome livelihood...who cares.a
gust of wind closed her window.a sudden shock ran down her spine.she
looked at the watch..it was 4 pm.time for her to start getting
ready.her dressing table was a delicacy to watch...full of diverse
material that would befit a society lady's parlour as opposed to a
whore's quarter in a brothel.and yet the expensive materials of
toiletry revealed the status and taste of her customers,not to mention
her demand.preening her looks through the miror,a sudden thought
perplexed her.her beauty was long bereft at a tender age,her voluptous
physique was her weapon to attract prospective wealthy admirers.it was
all fine,but time would leave its mark on her surely and one day her
'use'ful body will become futile.she must save a lot to spend
then..and she must earn a lot now.
The clock rang at 6 in the eveining.time for her to go by the road and
entice the amorous rich brats.
The wind had subsided..there was a pleasant drizzle.the street was
almost empty.she held an umbrella to stop the rain from causing a ruin
to her makeup..having slept with more people than any in the
brothel,she knew what the customers wanted.a well dressed doll to be
devoured and left dry...'fools!', she thought,'is there anything left
to be sucked dry in me?'suddenly a gust of wind struck her umbrella
and it blew away some 10feet away.the heavenly drops fell on her
overused body.it had been a long time since she had enjoyed getting
drenched...
she savoured each moment.she realised that she had been like an
inanimate object,indifferent to pain and pleasure,working under an
'use'able machinery trying to satisfy others and to ensure a secured
future.bt now,the raindrops that fell on her,filled her with a
delightful sensation.her stoicism was gone,and she felt great.that
night,she had the richest customer of her life...the RAIN,which in
exchange of absorbing her body provided her with such a payment that
nobody ever did...it animated her,it purged her...she spent the whole
night with the drizzle...bt for the 1st time it was she who was
satisfied.
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