A mundane fairy tale

So please please please let me, let me, let me, Let me get what I want, this time 

Haven't had a dream in a long time

A nimble run from the taxi and I was through the glass door, still smelling of the drizzle and bearing the quickly drying drops on my tee shirt. The sky was all grey and alive that day but that was outside. Inside, a melody in piano filled my ears as i walked through the shopping mall. Glassy, bright, spacious, with tempting gift shops, food courts and theaters, it is more of a place where friends like to hang out and lovers like to date than a place to shop. I wasn't a newer at the place but today was different. Aimless walks around the stores, travelling up and down the escalator, ten songs and an hour later, you arrive with the new couple, anxious if i was offended for waiting for long.

On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand-chose
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud
Que de nos chagrins il s'en fait des manteaux
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit...
(refrain)
Que tu m'aimais encore
C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore
Serait-ce possible alors ?

Quick hellos with the new couple and were on our own. I refuse to talk much, having been kept waiting this long. As we walk our fingers brush and the next moment your fingers are between mine. I was always meant to be this way. You look so pretty i wonder, refusing to compliment you and pretending i was offended. You lean against me as i lean against the first floor railing looking down at the couples entering the mall. Beautiful eyes, voice all sugar, i clasp your fingers tighter as they played

Oh girl I don't know all the reasons why,

I found the answer lookin' in your eye,

Tempting chocolates, candies, the music, the feel of you by my side all seem to fit in a movie. Into the book store, there we were in the world of fairy tales, soft toys and greeting cards. Red roses, I love you sweetheart, You make my dreams come true. You make the mundane so different, so extraordinary. We read the cursive notes on the cards...we smile..

And its contagious, and its contagious,  and its contagious....


we smile..
We apparently are having a fight on the being late issue. We talk less. We lose our companions happily. We lose time. We lose ourselves. Peeking through the glass windows at the designer dresses, imagining the chandeliers and vases to be ours, running hand in hand through the crowd, pretending we're in an action movie and the bearded man in the blue turban is following us and what not fills our scrapbook. How can I fail to notice the cute smile on your face as you shake hands with the huge teddy at the store and how you drop an apparently serious argument. You're too beautiful. I'll get it for you one day.

You raise me up so I can stand on mountains
You raise me up to walk on stormy seas
I am strong when I am on your shoulders
You raise me up to more than I can be

Out at lunch through the busy streets, small fights on who's going to pay the auto fare, running to cross roads hand in hand, looking for the one so-famous restaurant, strange looks from strangers was enough to paint my city into a dream. You hand feed me, for i love it when you do, and i do it too. I know I'm home when I'm with you. I know, i'll always catch you if you fall. You know, we'll always be together. I don't know what forever means, but i know we'll be together forever. I kiss on your hand. You smile. We don't talk. We're fighting, remember. I love the smell of you.

I don't talk much that day. I'm not fifteen, its not my first date, but i feel intoxicated. I feel it so deep within. That sounds immature. Do i care? I just fell in love with you for the thousandth time...

Put her in a mansion on top of the hill,

Please don't make her do things against her will,

I found something special I don't know why,

Looking into her pretty little eye,

Cause I'll tell you everything about living free

p.s. words in italics are quoted from notable songs.

A Royal Vote

Democracy is our nation's pride. In fact, the idea of politics has always been like a powerful electromagnet, which has the capability to draw in even the most layman to the argument table. Take me for instance, the boy of springs, who boasts of keeping out of political issues, i'm now blogging and rather bragging of democracy. A heated morning discussion on recent votes seem to wake our country men better than the early cup of tea. The sense of duty, the pride to vote and decide our nation's leader or perhaps simply going to vote and pressing a button simply because we have the right to do so has always puffed our chests large.


We practice our immense power and grave duty of throwing light to our nation's future and choosing the next political hero, listen to his self portrayal of his immense super powers and almost even believe now the tables are turned...




...When our plants were dying, we did not make and effort ourselves. We rather prayed to god he'll water the plants for us. He answered our call. When we saw the sky darken on the far horizon, we cheered, we laughed, we danced. We knew it would rain. But it was a storm. It didn't rain, it was a storm. It blew our roofs away. So we waited for it to go away, and then we prayed again...




...We inevitably understand our mistake of making a choice and wait for the next vote. And I have never seen an exception to this inevitability. Was the correct choice there in the list of options on the vote box? We shrug our shoulders. We haven't given it a thought. Our country has the largest written constitution and we are the best in it. Why waste our time thinking when we can boast pushing our impulsive opinion.






Let's take and exceptional eventuality, one of us have toiled our brain enough to juice out the understanding that we didn't even have an option to vote the "right guy". And we diplomatically decide not to vote the wrong minister and save our nation from an apocalypse. Its a pity not to have the right choice he believes. I pity him twice.




Why did we not have a decent option to choose the ruler? Because we don't sign up as politicians as easy as we do on 9gag.com. Because we like throwing garbage on the political issues in the guise of "constructive criticism". Because, as obvious as it is, under the mask of doing a greater good to the entire nation, the politicians are keeping self-help first. And though i don't agree to what I am going to say next  certainly in the fear of being jailed, when we do use politics as a dirty word, it has a little bit of truth in it. And the garbage isn't easy to cleanup. Try to clean and you get those infections that kill you.



Lets suppose, by another miracle,  there is a real savior sent by God to rescue mankind. He'll lose the vote by shameful numbers. In a country where  "every person above the age of 7 years who can read and write in any language is said to be literate", and where access to higher education in only available to only 11%, popular choice is not the best choice for sure. The Economist reports that half of 10-year-old rural children could not read at a basic level, over 60% were unable to do division, and half dropped out by the age 14.  You cannot put a blindfold on a group of fifty people, make three  men stand in a row and expect to select the best painter by popular choice. Lack of education is that blindfold. And the three men, i wonder if any one of them have ever known what a paintbrush is, that's the democracy we boast of.



We often whisper about the illiteracy of certain politicians. We are cowards to whisper, but that's the easiest way to survive in a nation where having a sense of humor is a non bailable offence. The easiest choice is not always the best choice, just like popular choice is not. Lets rather wake up and let the best man earn his position to lead the country and earn our country fame in the world. The greater the education and experience, the more one's perspective, so why not let the president be chosen on his merit of knowledge and ability? If we have ten thousand business management courses waving at us through our daily morning news paper, why don't we have an institution that trains the nations knights the right way to rule the country.
Let Noah learn how to sail before rescuing our mankind. And when leadership comes in constitutional merit and on basis of knowledge, there is no doubt the brightest minds will join in. And when it's night, the brighter the lamp, the further you see. That is how we choose a real hero, not directly, but certainly.




As impractical is the idea of choosing the masterpiece by popular choice, is the belief that the ruler can please every heart by asking their approval on every little chore he has to do. Let's frankly admit, we all have a piece of broken "antique" somewhere in our house which we could simply do away with and reward ourselves with more space but we refuse to do so because it has memories attached.  We have to get rid of those memories, those attachments to being used to not being used to changes. Once we choose the pilot, we must allow us to fly us alone. if 200 passengers on board wants the pilot's approval before turning the steering, Jesus save the flight.


A country of  1.21 billion where only a meager fraction has higher education needs an enlightened ruler, who has the freedom to make reforms, to curve the changes he sees necessarily and to invest where he believes there is prospect. He has to have the freedom to speak in a voice that does not tremble, eyes that shine but not shed. It might not apparently pour honey syrup on the lusty mouths, it might not impress the second largest county population together with lies which will come true someday, it might even invoke the morning debatacians to believe I'm speaking of loosing independence, but yes, we need an emperor. Not hierarchy but merit on institutional competition is what we need. And if five years is not enough, he gets his twenty years to rule.And he can live his life like a king. Who would shoulder such a huge responsibility with such low payments as presently in vogue? And we canhappily stop complaining.




And the nation lives happily ever after...




I love violet. I vote for monarchy but I'm just dreaming, ain't I?






    

Speak

I was robbed of my words, and for the first time I was dumb.  Not speechless, dumb.

I could feel it, but I couldn't speak.
 Lately, I realize I was too dumb to be speechless in the first place. Or may be I was too coward to express.  for when we do express our feelings, we're actually making our position vulnerable. Vulnerable to interpretation, open to dissection with sharp objects which could glide in and make that red liquid pour out so easily. And these injuries are those rare ones when morphine simply refuse to work. You're just left there, suffering, cringing in pain, suffering, until u feel numb.  And later you learn to deceive yourself with stories, with smiles, with imaginations. One day, you realize, u forgot how to speak.

My story was just like yours. I just thought you might understand how I feel. Now that we're dumb, we can't tell each other our stories. But we could pour our hearts and have a toast after all. Isn't it a beautiful day with the trees tossing their green plumage and wind singing. I feel like singing along.

It must have been a beautiful day when I spoke first. It must had been a rare moment when some magic flute had sung life into my soul. Speaking is such a wonderful gift. A way of communicating the wonders i know, a way of knowing what wonders are just round the wall, beyond that road, under the clouds. I've always loved rain because it can sing, it can dance, it can tell stories, it can roar, it can fly, it can drown and frown. I loved being blown away with the windy water. I loved sailing in paper boats, or drowning in puddles. I love how rain taught me how to love. Rain is so good with words! It must had been raining when i spoke first!

Isn't it a beautiful day? I can see clouds as far as my sight goes. See that one, looks just like a turtle's shell. And the darker one beyond, just like my hills i used to paint in my drawing book. The white one? I cant make out what its like.. its just so beautiful. Hey the one on the left looks like a heart. I'll gift it to you. I love that smile of yours.

I'm so glad I can't stop talking when everything's so alive. The gust of dusty wind, water drops on my window pane, the smell.

"You're talking", you say smiling.

I stare, speechless...