Who to be, Who not to be?
A consumed lawyer, A manipulating barrister
Fighting burdensome plights
Leading to sleepless nights
An observant writer, A lonely tale teller
Always struggling with originality
But only ending up with inanity
A workaholic manager, A ruthless entrepreneur
Overpowered by temptation only
To greet his inevitable conclusion
The choice is mine and mine alone
No matter what fate may be
Only our choices define our destiny
So the question still remains
Who to be, Who not to be?
Opening the box in the attic under a layer of dust. The box of lost memories where all the magic happened. All those childhood stories come rushing back. Some a little vague and some crystal clear. Every object has its own significance, its own sentiment. Some good and some bad but all life altering. From the scribbling on a paper titled ‘a scenery’ to the friendship band, every item holds a special place in my heart. Remembering all those sweet moments, I come across this old photograph of me with an embarrassed face and my best friend Kara as always smiling. I think we were in 5th grade. I remember that day very well.
It was my first day at a new school after we shifted. I was so nervous that I didn’t get much sleep the night before. I am very a shy and reserved person so its difficult for me to make friends. I don’t easily blend with new people. So when I got to school, I had a hard time finding the right class and when I did it was very awkward. Everybody started staring at me like I was an alien and I got conscious and tripped and ultimately fell to a bad day. All the kids laughed at me and made fun of me until the teacher entered. After introducing me she started teaching none other the worst subject – Maths. As she droned on and on about fractions, I felt more and more sleepy. I don’t even remember closing my eyes when i suddenly woke up by someone yelling, “Oh, look here we have another one. Someone please wake her UP !” I instantly sat up straight and with sleepy eyes saw a girl standing beside me not caring about the attention we were receiving. “I know how you are” teacher said pointing at the other girl,”but the new kid looked sincere. Both of you to the corner now!” She said pointing at a corner in front of the class. As we went there the teacher pulled out a Polaroid camera,”Now for the wall of shame.”and clicked our photograph rolling her eyes at the other girl smiling in it and put it up on the bulletin board titled ‘Wall of Shame’. Apparently all the kids sent to the corner had their photos clicked and put up there. Later when the teacher resumed teaching and we were stuck in the corner the other girl whispered,”How can other kids not sleep while she is teaching? By the way, I am Kara, and its a pleasure to meet someone normal in this school.” And we have been inseparable ever since. I met Kara on that insufferable morning who made the rest of the day bearable. Later we sneaked that photo, our first photograph together of thousands more to come.
If I had to pick a friend on that day I definitely wouldn’t have picked Kara as she and I are very different and she has a very badass personality unlike me. So I am glad that you don’t get to pick your friends because they eventually find you!
So I was extremely excited . I came early and had already bought all my favourites from the candy bar so I wouldn’t have to go out in the intermission and risk missing any scene of the movie. Popcorn in one hand and coke in another , I was ready to go . It was a premier and me and my sister were going ecstatic ( mostly me ) to see the next instalment of twilight ( a teen series ). The theatre was pretty isolated.
” I can’t believe am finally going to see the movie ! ” I said erratically.
” Yeah , I know huh .” My sister replied while texting on her phone.
Just when we were about to enter the hall , a guy sealed it shut.
” Sorry folks , the show has been cancelled .” He said with a blank expression.
” Wait , What ? Why ?” I asked with a croaked voice.
” Well , the prints came late and its going to take some time to run it , so no-show today. We’ll get you a refund. Feel free to come back tomorrow , I am sure it will be sorted out till then . ” He said leaving me with a shocked expression and a pain in my heart .
Then in an unexpected turn of events , my sister stepped in.
” How dare you ! ” I turned my head towards her . ” How can you people be so irresponsible.We booked the tickets for this show two weeks ago. This movie is already releasing late in India and my sister was so happy to finally be able to watch it. You broke her heart. I don’t want a refund . I want to see this movie TODAY !” She yelled at the manager long enough to scare him to death.
After ten minutes he returned and arranged a show for us after half an hour and refunded our food ( which was half eaten ) and upgraded our seats. I was the perfect picture of joy. That manager was never to be seen again , well I did see one guy run like hell after seeing my sister who looked awful a lot like that manager.That day I understood my sister loves me a lot just doesn’t show it a lot. I loved the movie and learned a very important lesson – Never to get on my sister’s bad side , ever !
“Patty, I am so hungry .” I told my big sister , rubbing my tummy . “But you just had dinner .” Patty reminded me. ” But it’s already time for my second dinner .” I said impatiently . ” There is no such thing as a second dinner ! How much can an eight year old kid even eat ? Where does it all even go ?” She said pointing at my skinny body . This was the first time we were alone at home as our parents were out on dinner and mum had fixed dinner for us which was now in refrigerator . Me being a home alone movie’s fan , I was pretty excited what adventure the night would bring us and soon found out it was an empty stomach as Patty spilled our leftover dinner. ” Don’t worry Sam , help me clean this up and I will think of something , I won’t let you starve for your second dinner.”She said with confidence. Then she fished out a packet of Maggi (a brand of instant noodles ) .” But I don’t really like it ” I said with a disappointing tone . ” Sam , just try it this time , I will make it special for you . ” Patty said partly because she didn’t know how to cook anything else . I know its pretty easy to make Maggi and you don’t have to do anything but the way she made it was enchanting . Carefully adding all the ingredients and stirring them , she was so happy like she was the only one who could make it with such perfection , the expression on her face was of pure bliss.She cooked it with so much love how could I not find it delicious . ” Patty , this is my favourite dish now .” I told her while slurping it . She replied with her big smile that I adore. The Maggi my sister makes is still my favourite dish (for second dinner) .
Childhood the carefree days of roaming around with friends and doing absolutely nothing and whatever your heart desires.But for those children stuck in poverty childhood holds totally opposite meaning. Working everyday to receive two unsatisfying meals and scraping through heaps of garbage to find one defective shoe and no hope of a better tomorrow. Accept the unfair life they don’t deserve and see others living a fair life they don’t deserve.Wanting to go to school but instead work in shady places.So many responsibilities on such tiny shoulders.Sacrificing their happiness for their family’s survival.
Childhood once lost never returns
The child gives up his carefree ways to enter this Darwin’s world
All the while his innocence and virtue burns
Living on others hand me downs from broken glasses to expired bread
Helping mom and dad taking turns
Living on streets like the forgotten old toys
Childhood once lost never returns.