In the Box
We feel comfortable
In the groove
The old familiar groove
Where the markings n indentations are all
Well traversed routes from times immemorial
Occasionally we have to cross the line
Venture out of this old familiar groove
Take a risk that is heady yet scary
To feel refreshed and quite invigorated
Out of this old familiar groove
The good old box is our imaginary cocoon
Self imposed, erected in self-preservation
But life will bypass Us, if we do not jump out
Of this old familiar yet very comfortable groove!
So, let’s be brave and make a move Out
Of this ever so safe n familiar groove!!!
Habit is necessary; it is the habit of having habits, of turning a trail into a rut, that must be incessantly fought against if one is to remain alive.
Edith Wharton
US novelist (1862 – 1937)
Originally Published: November 19, 2003
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The Jinn
The cork popped out
Whoosh went the jinn
Flying in a cloud!
Released from captivity
It danced n pranced
Releasing pent up energy
The young boy held the jar
All bright and iridescent
His pink face incandescent
The jinn bowed with a flourish
Asking the boy to make a wish
Which he heard with great relish?
He asked to go back in time
To those idyllic days of yonder
When life was fun n full of wonder
Endless lingering summers
Eternal merrymaking n frolic
No responsibilities, no tonics
The Peter Pan in him wished to endure
As growing up to him held no allure
And he continued playing games n more
Once his spirit was replete
He suddenly wished to retreat
Shedding halcyon days n all that feast
He requested the jinn for reinstatement
As he’d had his fill of all childish enjoyment
Much to his worried parent’s wonderment
Then he released the jinn unshackling him in glee
The jinn quickly flew up perching on a nearby tree
Quickly bade goodbye, excitedly flying home free!
Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier
to skip it and go from one childhood to another.
Source Unknown
We have not passed that subtle line between childhood and adulthood
until we move from the passive voice to the active voice — that is,
until we have stopped saying ”It got lost,” and say, ”I lost it.
Sidney J. Harris
1917-, American Journalist
It is utterly false and cruelly arbitrary to put all the play and learning
into childhood, all the work into middle age, and all the regrets into old age.
Margaret Mead
Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Nobody that matters, that is.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
1892-1950, American Poet
Originally Published: November 4, 2003
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