- Shade
There you are, looking for shade, wearing your $200 shades in a forest full of trees.
No, I’m not one of them trees. I am the moss that grows unintended and unforeseen.
The one that bears no fruit nor seed. I grow because the sun won’t shine on me. And one day you’ll slip right through me and try to grow me in a flower pot. But darling,
I needed the dampness and the shade, and you scraped my will to be free.
So I grew outside the pot because that’s where I’d rather be. And you scraped and scraped and put me back inside like the others, but you never took off your shades and everything was too bright for me.
2. Fabric
I knew a ‘blogger’ once. She hardly ever blogged though. But when she did, it was not about the fake flower in her head or the blue co-ord dress. It was about how the clothes weaved thoughts in her head. It was as if every bit of fashion in her was forming the fabric of her being. Slowly, gently, knitting its way to form in-congruent patterns of ideas and feelings that were otherwise too hard to express.
Oh wait, is that a new Instagram story of #everyblogger eating a cupcake? #OMGILOVEYOU
3. PROFILE
It’s all about profiles now, isn’t it? Profile on Instagram, profile on Facebook.
Tinder profiles are a serious business, I think some people have more than 1, to diversify. If you know what I mean!
But my brain only triggers one response to ‘Profile’.
The Side Profile. 😀 It accentuates the exotic jaw line and gives way to the smolder which honestly is a product of years of staring at myself in the mirror like I’m Uma Thurman.
And while we are at it, let’s silently admit that we all have a ‘good side’ that is meant for the world to see. However there are people who can look straight into the camera like they have no care (read insecurity) in the world and its angles.
Well, these are the people you must be vary of. Because if every side is their ‘good side’, they are merely wearing masks. Or they could simply be god damned beautiful! But when has that ever made for a good story?
4. Fable for adults: Shady
This is a tale of 4 friends in a jungle in Sri Lanka.
‘Classy’, the slithering python.
‘Sporty’, the rambunctious jaguar.
‘Funny’, the chatty hyena.
‘Shady’, the mighty (read fat) elephant
And as you may have guessed, Classy, Sporty, and Funny were a bit of an asshole collective. While they weren’t particularly mean to shady, they left no opportunity to make fun of his name and his voluptuousness either. Shady, on the other hand, was extremely forgiving and loved his friends.
One day, they decided that they must now explore outside the jungle and its shade. So off they went hitch-hiking towards the city. And as they approached the city, the summer sun and its wrath took over their pore-less skin.
They were almost inside the city now and could smell a water body nearby, a human saw the wild quartet and ran back to inform the rest of the city.
Meanwhile, Classy, Funny, and Sporty bullied Shady to stand so that they could all relax under his shade, even though Shady really wanted to just sit down next to the river.
The people now gathered with sticks and stones and cornered the 4 friends. Shady tried to gesture with his trunk to not be afraid but humans are extremely stupid when they are scared. Sporty, Funny, and Classy on the other hand, simply thought that humans had gathered to admire them and snubbed Shady for being too loud.
So Shady just sat.
On his friends.
And he sat for a few minutes until every last breath was released out of his friends.
Everyone was silenced by this alarming movement. Then Shady got up and took a dip in the river and brought back water to sprinkle on humans.
It was a classic shady thing to do.
Everyone rejoiced as there hadn’t been a sign of rain in the city for 3 years and Shady went on to become their God for years to come.
What the $%*k did you just read? And why did I write it?
Because fables are way too nice and set unrealistic expectations for children this is my version of a practical antithesis to fables. Issued in public interest.
I am wearing:
Triangular shades: BlurStore
Blue Co-Ords: Koovs
Photographer : Neetu Pankaj Singh
The Burbak Gypsy 