Why.Grow>Up? |
Why Grow Up? Why be responsible? Why act mature? Why play by rules? Why eat healthy? Why sleep early? Why become a doctor? Why this? Why What? WHY ME? WHY WHY WHY? |
So I want to write. Actually, I’ve always wanted to write. And I have a story. Wrong again, I’ve always had a story. The character? Doesn’t matter. Let’s just call him a boy.
What is the boy’s story? His story is very small- He is growing up. OK, that’s rather too small. So how long should it be? Should he grow up a few days or a few weeks or a few months in every story? Or should he just have a small story, rather than a future? Gross, right? We should all have a future, a bright one, so should our boy.
The boy. The boy is a reserved lad. Wait, “is”? Actually, that’s third person narrative in present tense. Why third person narrative? Because I want the boy’s story to be real. If I become the boy, I’ll be exaggerating- The good or the bad. Why present tense? Because I want our boy to be around us.
OK, the boy is a reserved lad. He hates studying, as most children his age do. His drawing book means the world to him. He likes painting colourful sketches of mountains & oceans & landscapes & trees for hours & hours. He wishes he was a migratory bird, flying from one place to another with turn of seasons.
How old is he? Well, he’s 9. Does he have a girlfriend. I think he’s a bit too young for that. We’ll get her one, when he’s, let’s say 13?
Now, the boy, what’s his story? One fine evening, the boy packs up his small school bag with a few of his favourite clothes, drawing book, colour pencils & sneak out of his house. Where? He doesn’t know. Why? Because he’s had enough-Enough of drawing & drawing & drawing. He wants to see, to experience the world out there.
What now?
To be continued…
You packed in the morning and I
Stared out the window and I
Struggled for something to say.
You left in the rain
Without closing the door
I didn’t stand in your way.
But I miss you more than I
Missed you before and now
Where I’ll find comfort, God knows.
‘Cause you left me
Just when I needed you most.
(Left me, just when I needed you most)
Now most every morning I
Stare out the window and I
Think about where you might be.
I’ve written you letters
That I’d like to send
If you would just send one to me.
‘Cause I need you more than I
Needed before and now
Where I’ll find comfort, God knows.
‘Cause you left me
Just when I needed you most.
(Left me, just when I needed you most)
You packed in the morning I
Stared out the window and I
Struggled for something to say.
You left in the rain
Without closing the door
I didn’t stand in your way.
Now I love you more than I
Loved you before and now
Where I’ll find comfort, God knows.
‘Cause you left me
Just when I needed you most.
Oh, yeah
You left me
Just when I needed you most
You left me
Just when I needed you most
Track - Just When I Needed You Most
Album - Warmer
Released - 1979
Singer - Randy Vanwarmer
Lyrics - Randy Vanwarmer, Tony Wilson
So yeah, I love music, that’s no secret. These are some of my favorite tracks:
My first watch was a Timex kids edition rainbow watch. I still have it, safely stored in a small box in which I have some of my most precious belongings. Among others, it stores an 8th century Harshavardhana era coin, a postage stamp from Argentina along with a 10 centavos coin, a postcard from Brazil, 2 Feng shui charms, a 1972 Ray-Ban aviator and a hundred year old painting.
What’s special about this box or this stuff? Well, nothing, except that I got all of these as gift from my dad. And apart from these, many other things, specially my identity. What I am today is all because of him. Through the highs & lows, he has always been the invisible pillar of strength.
Dads have this uncanny ability of reading minds. They really do. He will always be the first person to come out & ask you what’s wrong, although not really in the best possible of manner. Trust me, you will do good telling him then or he finding out everything later on, once things are really messed up. Dads are possibly the best & most trusted advisors.
I have a lot to say & a lot to write… But today, I just want to wish him Happy 4th of October, Happy Birthday Dad.
A king enrolled his donkey in a race & won.
Next morning, the local newspaper read:
“KING’s ASS WON”
King was so upset with this publicity he gave the donkey to queen.
The local newspaper then read:
“QUEEN HAS THE BEST ASS IN TOWN”
King fainted. Queen sold donkey to a farmer for $10.
Next day newspaper read:
“QUEEN SELLS HER ASS FOR $10”
This was too much. King ordered the queen to buy back the donkey & leave it in the jungle.
The next day’s headlines:
“QUEEN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS NOW WILD & FREE”
A man and his ever-nagging wife went on vacation to Jerusalem.
While they were there, the wife passed away. The undertaker told the husband, “You can have her shipped home for $5,000, or you can bury her here, in the Holy Land, for $150.”
The man thought about it and told him he would just have her shipped home.
The undertaker asked, “Why would you spend $5,000 to ship your wife home, when it would be wonderful to be buried here and you would spend only $150?” The man replied, “Long ago a man called Jesus Christ died here, was buried here, and three days later he rose from the dead.
I just can’t take that chance.”
The Golden Era of music….. Nothing beats the decade…..
In continuation to my last post, here is a YouTube playlist of some of my favourite Jazz tracks.
