Works of RK

Rhetorically speaking, the best things are free. The more I think about it, the more I believe that this is so untrue. The best things list for me will probably be: 15 days of paid holiday Phone call from a friend who won’t call. Spending time with my Grandma (she is treading the last mile) For me the list is not long, but the three items that are there mean much to me. Now if you look at it closely, none of them can come for free. I have been working for 12 years now, I do not remember the last time I had a 15 day leave. No force in this world, but time can make my friend call me. I have often wondered at how someday, after years of sticking on to a stupid decision, we wake up to find that the decision is no longer as important as it seemed once.  And then the third wish, the wish to be with my Grandma. She raised me up in my early years, and I have remained the centre of her universe till this moment. I feel saddened at the way things are. At 87, when she would like to spend her last

I do not remember the last time I did something with crazy abandon. Maybe as I grew older, I lost out on the fun of being a child. For a child, life is an aggregation of moments, they live fully each moment. I see them cry, holler, laugh, shout, fight and sulk as if there is no tomorrow. As a grown up, I guess I am supposed to maintain continuity in my emotions. I am not supposed to run up to someone beautiful and say that she is the most beautiful woman in the world, I am supposed to have the same countenance that I had yesterday. I am not supposed to be intense in any of my emotions. I should neither love nor hate passionately. Maybe these thoughts are exclusive to being me. Maybe you would not agree with me. But I am yet to figure out why I need to conform to an idea of me rather than just be what I want to be all the time? Since the real life throws up so many constraints, I guess I end up living multiple lives. One is the visible life, the life where I am office at the same time,