Not just a Car... Caaaarrrrr!!!

 

            Yes! I’m a car. Oh boy you won’t believe me, I have enjoyed my life much more than you may have ever imagined. I won’t start blabbering about my birth because…. Honestly! I don’t know when I was born or who my parents are. Don’t feel sad for me I am not an orphan, and I have always been happy (probably it’s not 100% true).

            The purpose of writing this short note is to tell you how grateful I am for this precious gift of life. Ok! Let me put you in context by telling you about myself. I am average looking fancy (or may be not) 4 or may be 5 seater sedan. My headlights are so powerful that it can look into your soul. My windscreen wipers are so good that it can peel your skin off and windscreen; it can withstand a cannonball. My speed? I’m faster than a wild bunny with nitro boost. My seats are as comfortable as an easy chair, and if you could, you want to use them as beds. I like to keep the windows open because I like the air brushing through me even on the inside. My monstrous engine is what keeps me going.

            Many have enjoyed me and I have enjoyed their company too. All my owners loved me unconditionally. Shhhh! Here’s a little secret. I’m a very optimistic being, so I consider even the sad moments as a learning experience and I have no regrets. I know I have spoken a little too much about myself, or may be not little but lots of too much about myself. But wait! You need to know about my wheels, I have mag wheels, those who don’t know what mag wheels are, I’m not gonna tell you, just Google it. I’m drifting from the topic… ok my wheels are so good that they go on any terrain. But they hurt sometime so I rest them especially at night. Now my final confession about myself, I may not have the looks that will impress you on the first meeting, but I have the charm that can make you never let me go, never let me gooooooo…..(Yaa! I’m singing this part)

            I had many owners; everyone used me so well, maintained me and took good care of me. The first one was cruel, but I won’t consider her my owner because she rejected me ever before buying me. I had bad first experience, but I can’t blame her because she didn’t even know me well. I had a little make over and than, all were in love with me. I was passed on from person to person, not because I was disliked but because I was too good for them to handle. Am I saying I too many times? Probably yes! This is an autobiography u dumb a**.

            My owners kept on changing, so much so that I have lost the count. According to a rough scientific estimate I may have had 15 to 16 owners. Life has been wonderful and I have to confess that I have received most amount of love from my last owner. He changed my life and even changed himself a little for my sake. He loved me a lot and promised that he will never leave me, I was skeptical but I believed. I told him that I’m old and he could easily buy a new car, but he was not ready to listen. He tried to convince me that I’m the best… I wasn’t convinced though.

            One fine or may be dreadful day, the worst that I had expected happened. I was just dumped for the latest model of a little white shinny BMW. It came to me as a shock, but it happened, I didn’t want to believe but all the same it was the reality. I thought the new car was just rented or borrowed from a friend. I was wrong, I was dumped and the new car was at home. I don’t know the reason or how had I wronged him. He just left me in the middle of nowhere. I could not even cry freely, I never cry, but this had never happened to me before, I didn’t know how to handle the situation. I finally began questioning my worth and I was doing it when my self-esteem had reached below the temperature of Antarctica.

            Oh! He is back; I can see him at a distance. What happened to his new car? Why is he all gloomy? I want to run away, he is the same person who had ditched me, who had left me all alone without even a warning. I suddenly remembered a kid who a few days back had shown me a lot of kindness and compassion. This kid too had made similar promises like my last owner; this scared the hell out of me. I pleaded to leave me alone and pack me into a box where I wouldn’t be able to see the sun rise ever again. Yes! You heard me right .. put me in a box! For I’m just an old little toy car. My last owner is just an arm’s length away, looks like he wants to play with me again. No! No! No!  

Lessons from Nature: True-Blue

Yes! I am aware that the picture is very attractive. It is indeed a very beautiful bird, and I suppose that is what makes it the National bird of India. I happened to meet this guy or gal and I’m in love with it even though I am not certain of its gender. If you get an opportunity to meet this beauty, I’m sure you too will be in love with it. This champion is still young and as per google guru, the sex of the peafowl can be identified only after 9 months or when they are a year old. So even though I’m pretty convinced it’s a peahen, not to hurt the sentiments of those who are giving their teeth into proving that it’s a male I shall refer to it as a peafowl.

           

            I have been observing this peafowl whom we call Pico or Pica (based on what we consider its sex is), and it never ceases to amaze me. If you ask me about its behaviour, I’ll be very honest, it is as notorious as any other peafowl. It is literally the enemy of a beautiful Garden. It also gets annoying sometimes because it follows me everywhere even to my room. At times it comes so close to me that I’m afraid that it may peck me. Enough of the complains! A peafowl is naturally very beautiful and a majestic bird. But that’s not it, this guy has given me a lot of food for thought. This Peafowl is like a Labrador it will always be around the owner seeking for attention and it being around you is a treat for everyone’s eyes. It has been a very loyal bird so far. I have titled this small reflection as ‘True-blue’ because this bird is extremely loyal so much so that when you leave the house you must dodge it in such a way that it isn’t aware of where you have gone or you will find it following you. The peafowl also cries out at regular intervals to make its presence felt. If it’s not around you, its enough to whistle and it will cry out aloud and come in search of you. If a bird can be so faithful, we have all the more reasons to imbibe this quality in our lives too. We see many a time people ditch their own employers or those who do good to them, for a little extra money or for some privileges. People who roam with hands around your shoulders can in no time change and be the ones grumbling about you. Loyalty and faithfulness are becoming rare virtues. Let’s try to bring about a change. Change won’t be possible if we point out fingers and begin complaining that the other person has been unfaithful. We must take a personal commitment that we will be faithful no matter what happens.

            True-blue! pun intended …. Yes! This bird is blue in colour (a very attractive blue in fact) but here when I say true blue my main purpose is to lay emphasis on its extreme sense of loyalty that this bird shows.