Loud whispers

A conditioned environ surrounds me
Air as cold as my skin cares to feel
The road beneath the wheels rolls over
Lost in thoughts I remain unaware
A spark of red flashes in my eye
The jerk springs me forward
A face, soaked in sand stares across
A young boy not more than fifteen
Earns his living carrying concrete
Sports a tee and a smile
The smile fades away
I see a longing in his eyes
He sees the cell phone plugged trendy guy walk along
It is like a mirror
Just that the reflection is years away
For a moment his eyes die
Not having the strength to see beyond
Deceiving the will that is so strong
The stranger brushes past knocking his shoulder
He holds himself, does not move an inch
The fluid called life engulfs him
The flash of light is back in his eyes
I move on
Carrying a dream that was long gone...

Serious hobbying!

For starters, the title is not intended to be an oxymoron. When we talk of a hobby, it is generally considered an activity done at leisure, savouring every moment of it. Getting down to doing it or even the thought of it is exhilarating. This in a way is a true expression of freedom. A sense of achievement, satisfaction and a feeling of bliss is experienced like probably how one did as a kid. And for the sake of the holy cow, one can converse on something else other than the weather, wedding or wayside nonsense! A quick disclaimer: I totally believe that the three mentioned topics of discussion are of utmost importance and need to be brought up, debated and what not but not with me, please!

A thought just crossed my mind that a serious hobbyist infact is bound to be a delightful conversationalist. Even if that particular hobby is not of great interest to you, who doesn't want free KT(knowledge transfer!)? If not anything, that could be your pseudoavatar:) or for all you know, your intro to a whole new world that you just had not thought of discovering!

The only point of contention here is why do employers look for employees with "diverse" interests (read: serious hobbyists) , feel elated about hiring them and then kill that diversity by forcing time pressures and turning them into zombies. Since I mentioned earlier, that a hobby is an expression of freedom, I say, fight for it, rebel and make sure you indulge in it whenever you want! Make the world go eat their words!

I have a hobby too. To tickle the spine of my companion! Or so to say, trying to be a humourist. Let me quickly recap how I got into this! When I was much younger, as a teenager, I read a lot about getting famous and making a mark in this world and the sort. Now, when I unintentionally weighed various famous personalities, there were two striking commonalities. (I am not sure how much of it is true, though!) Somehow, each of those slept very little (generally 4 to 5 hours a day?!) and always had a great sense of humour! Now it was , oops it IS impossible for me to give up on my eight (conservative figure there) hours of beauty (point of contention) sleep! So I thought, why not "develop", a great sense of humour! Tried hard but there were no shortcuts, I mean, no, get funny in 30 days books :(!! I started from scratch and am working my way up (people who have known me for a while, please say yes). I have to say it has been a totally fun experience. As a greenhorn, if I ever caught a funny remark, I would try and register it in my head and then I realised its futile! Total waste of precious years of my life! Hmph...but I didn't despair, the secret is once you get an insight into your companion's personality, you kind of get a hunch where his funny bone is and how you should tickle it! (I think I should scrap this line, feels like the beginning of the "get funny in 30 days" book) Never mind, who knows, my next serious hobby could be to become an authoress (does such a word exist?!) Oh I am a humourist so I can exercise the humour licence :) Happy smiling!!