Childhood Is Short (Maturity Is Forever)

"Shouldn't you be going to see the people who've just come to pay us a visit?", expecting an answer in the affirmative or an explanation at length.
"No."
The reply was terse and prompt. It summed up the way a little girl perceived things. Life is very simple and uncomplicated when you're young and naive. It has been very aptly put in the line, "Childhood is Short. Maturity is forever."
I think most of us realise this for a fact when we're at the threshold of maturity or unluckily for some, when they're well past it. Life has a funny way of teaching stuff. Some learn it the hard way and some the easy.

What do you call a person who doesn't learn his lessons no matter how many times life teaches him one?

What Goes Around, Comes Around. But Why..?

There are pros and cons to everthing in life. For every good thing that can be associated with something, there's at least one bad that goes along with. God's/Nature's way of making things even. For his existence exists on the basis that He's fair! How much success He's enjoyed is another matter that can be discussed ad infinitum, ad nauseam for generations to come - and if you got generations doing all the work, we might as well not bring that debate here. For the moment we stick to the pros and cons of everything there is to life!

Lets say you're travelling to some far off place. You have a lot of choices as far as reaching that place is concerned because, like it or not, you have alternatives!! (Most of the times thats a bad thing - coz it only ends up confusing you all the more). Let's say I take a flight to that 'far off place'. I'm greeted well on-board. I'm catered to very efficiently. Beauty & Service. Now thats a combination that seems to appeal to everyone of us. You make-up your mind! From now on you're flying to every possible place that is accessible by flight.

The next time you take a flight and you hit nadir, rock-bottom, abyss. Its like falling off a cliff with no parachute. The service is paltry, the air-conditioning doesn't work, the flight is delayed because some stupid, loser, politician has to take that very 'fateful' flight. The thing is delayed beyond your wildest of imaginations. You lose your power to comprehend. You don't know whats going on around you. The flight doesn't even have air-hostesses. Air-stewards don't even come close to an air-hostess, unless you have queer inclinations.

Life's a leveller, you say? But who's keeping track of all this stuff? Surely he must have something more interesting to do! Why can't he just blog instead?? Does he really have to keep account of everything so he *levels* it all?

Thank God for nightmares!

People & Tea..!!

He sipped his tea and smiled in smug satisfaction. He knew he'd done a good job making it. Well begun is half the job done (Or a good lather is half the shave). The rest of it seemed trouble-free and uncomplicated. No adding a tea-spoonful of this and another of that. All that was left to do now was sit back and savor the taste that was!
He had known that feeling before. It was unlike any other. Tea didn't demand his attention at all times - it merely sat there on this laptop-board watching him type ravenously, not wondering for once if he was casting aspersions on its flavor. It just sat there admiring its luciferous self as the light from the fluorescent tube caste vivid and lucid patterns on its surface that merely reflected on his face. It was not for once, perturbed that he paid no attention to it, for he was busy punching keys on his keyboard, merely glancing toward it every now and then, just to be sure its still there and not spilling all over the place in ire, for it has been ignored for too long.
He'd known people who were that way. He'd been one. That's the thing with people. They're pretty unsure of things in life, unlike a cuppa' tea. He wished he were a cup of tea, for a cup of tea was always enjoyed, no matter what! It did not have mood-swings that made it unpleasant. It didn't taste funny when it was all grumpy. It had a degree of tranquility even when it was turbulent outside, a taste even when bitterness outgrew everything else around it. It had a feeling of solidarity with the person who devoured it, no matter how bad the his mannerisms. People slurping it without much gratitude meant little to him, for it was fair to all. Its heart (and mind) was free of all malice, unlike people who tended to change their stance from maleficence to benignity depending on who they were dealing with and the rapport they shared with them. Tea was like his laptop who let everyone punch in on the keys without ever complaining. It was like the fishes in his Aquarium, who got all excited at the sight of any human being walking by with anticipation of imminent food-frenzy!
And like his tea, he loved his fishes for they didn't discriminate people based on caprice and hearsay.