It’s been over six months since I purchased the book “To Kill a Mockingbird – by Harper Lee” but never got around to reading it. I postponed devouring it probably after hearing my Dad’s review on it, I remember him checking out the bunch of books I purchased along with this book and twist his face to such a shape and pester me about buying something written half a century ago. He said that I might not like it and that it’s slow and boring. He wasn’t wrong, It is slow, but definitely not boring or a drag.
Even though there ain’t no proper storyline, one is bound to get hooked on to it, like a kid to a lollipop, but what I don’t get is why the author considers it to be a love story (My Dumbness) !
The book did play tricks with my mind, BIG Time ! The book offered me something I yearned for all my life. To grow up, whilst remaining a child and to savour the world, whilst remaining well hidden.
I sometimes do wish I could go back seven years from now and do things differently. I really do want to go back into the cocoon I struggled and broke free from. I think I like it in there than out here.
Outside the rain is falling,
Hard enough to rip ones skin,
But I don’t have to go outside,
Coz I’m already ripped within.
(Gobblezygook)
It all became clear whilst watching my two new pups, Casper and Wendy. Daddy stalls them in a cardboard box, which is kept inside the house, until he cleans their cage every morning. Wendy’s hollering ceases once Casper too is placed in the box, but Casper on the other hand, howls, screams and shrieks in vain to get outa the box. He is even smart enough to make a few attempts to cling to the top of the box with his neck and haul him self up with his hind feet. That Dog is a marvel (“,). Little do they know that the box is good for them than the outside world.
I couldn’t help but connect the whole situation to the relationship I have with my creator. At times we struggle too much to get out of situations, not knowing that the next leap we take against nature is going to be a mere ‘from pan to the fire’ situation. Just as competition and betterment is good for one, I couldn’t help wondering just how much of it is good and when it starts to get sour.
A few situations of the past kept randomly flashing through my mind
(1) Fall of Enron
(2) Suicide of Elvis Priestly and Curt Cobain
(3) Fall of Kabool Lanka
(4) Messed up marriage of Princess Diana / Death
(5) And the many huge companies struggling to survive and keep up with competition / Lawsuits
Even though there ain’t no proper storyline, one is bound to get hooked on to it, like a kid to a lollipop, but what I don’t get is why the author considers it to be a love story (My Dumbness) !
The book did play tricks with my mind, BIG Time ! The book offered me something I yearned for all my life. To grow up, whilst remaining a child and to savour the world, whilst remaining well hidden.
I sometimes do wish I could go back seven years from now and do things differently. I really do want to go back into the cocoon I struggled and broke free from. I think I like it in there than out here.
Outside the rain is falling,
Hard enough to rip ones skin,
But I don’t have to go outside,
Coz I’m already ripped within.
(Gobblezygook)
It all became clear whilst watching my two new pups, Casper and Wendy. Daddy stalls them in a cardboard box, which is kept inside the house, until he cleans their cage every morning. Wendy’s hollering ceases once Casper too is placed in the box, but Casper on the other hand, howls, screams and shrieks in vain to get outa the box. He is even smart enough to make a few attempts to cling to the top of the box with his neck and haul him self up with his hind feet. That Dog is a marvel (“,). Little do they know that the box is good for them than the outside world.
I couldn’t help but connect the whole situation to the relationship I have with my creator. At times we struggle too much to get out of situations, not knowing that the next leap we take against nature is going to be a mere ‘from pan to the fire’ situation. Just as competition and betterment is good for one, I couldn’t help wondering just how much of it is good and when it starts to get sour.
A few situations of the past kept randomly flashing through my mind
(1) Fall of Enron
(2) Suicide of Elvis Priestly and Curt Cobain
(3) Fall of Kabool Lanka
(4) Messed up marriage of Princess Diana / Death
(5) And the many huge companies struggling to survive and keep up with competition / Lawsuits
[No body said being huge would save the fall. Looks like the higher you go, the greater the fall] !
Just as much as I love, adore and am willing to give my everything for the business, I couldn’t help questioning myself if I wanted to be struggling all my life. Just as much as I am attracted to competition, the drive, the force I realized that I’d love to live like I din need any dough for tomorrow. I guess that’s what I really had at the back of my mind when moving to the jungle. I sure think God didn’t intend for us to keep competing all our lives. Doesn’t make much sense in that, but the problem remains in breaking away from the system, without tampering with the natural flow of life.
Wish I was too dead to cry
My self-affliction fades
Stones to throw at my creator
Masochists to which I cater
You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds
Wish I was too dead to care
If indeed I cared at all
Never had a voice to protest
So you fed me shit to digest
I wish I had a reason;
my flaws are open season
For this, I gave up trying
One good turn deserves my dying
Wish I'd died instead of lived
A zombie hides my face
Shell forgotten
with its memories
Diaries left
with cryptic entries
(Bother - Stone Sour)
Isn’t this what every one on their journey of adolescence feels? There’s something wrong somewhere. Wreck the System !
