Looking through a colored glass
All dressed up to go to college, with my sunglasses on. I am sitting in my car, waiting for the red light to turn green. I look out of my window. I see a bright and colourful day through my sunglasses. I see cool dudes on their sparkling bikes ready to roar off to their destination, I see chauffer driven cars, with the smart moms brushing their hair to perfection while their child finishes off his/her breakfast. I see bright blue sky (though tinted) above and greenery beside the street. Am excited about this new day, waiting to meet up with my friends in college, life is one big party with them. We live on the edge. We are broke when we have more than 100 bucks in our pockets. If our day-to-day expenditure goes below 50 bucks, we know that we are living on the edge and its time to get more mullah out of our parents. Still life’s a party and it’s a bright new day ahead of me, just a bit tinted because of my sunglasses.
Then why not remove the sunglasses and enjoy the morning to its full? Sorry, can’t do that. Will get exposed to too much light, exposed to the stark reality surrounding me right there at the red-light.
In place of handsome hulks on their shining bikes, I’ll find middle-aged men sagging on their old scooters, sweating in their helmets, wondering how they’ll manage to eke out that day’s living. I won’t see the smart moms, but their drivers, up since the earliest of morning, looking straight ahead, weighing the amount of driving throughout the day, and also the amount of waiting for their master for hours in the boiling hot car. I will see the little children in tattered clothes asking for money in order to get crumbs for their meal. Or maybe a handicapped adult asking for alms in his amputated hand. Maybe the lady, who wipes the windscreen with a rag of every car in sight to get maybe a coin or two for the effort.
But I choose not to take off my sunglasses; I don’t want my morning to be spoiled. After all don’t I have bigger problems of my own? I’m low on money; I won’t be able to afford the extra bottle of cold-drink or maybe a coffee in a coffee joint.
Don’t I have bigger problems of my own? My attendance might be low in class; after all I was busy making a play about the street-kids!!
I am not going to remove my sunglasses; won’t the sun shine into my eyes??
All dressed up to go to college, with my sunglasses on. I am sitting in my car, waiting for the red light to turn green. I look out of my window. I see a bright and colourful day through my sunglasses. I see cool dudes on their sparkling bikes ready to roar off to their destination, I see chauffer driven cars, with the smart moms brushing their hair to perfection while their child finishes off his/her breakfast. I see bright blue sky (though tinted) above and greenery beside the street. Am excited about this new day, waiting to meet up with my friends in college, life is one big party with them. We live on the edge. We are broke when we have more than 100 bucks in our pockets. If our day-to-day expenditure goes below 50 bucks, we know that we are living on the edge and its time to get more mullah out of our parents. Still life’s a party and it’s a bright new day ahead of me, just a bit tinted because of my sunglasses.
Then why not remove the sunglasses and enjoy the morning to its full? Sorry, can’t do that. Will get exposed to too much light, exposed to the stark reality surrounding me right there at the red-light.
In place of handsome hulks on their shining bikes, I’ll find middle-aged men sagging on their old scooters, sweating in their helmets, wondering how they’ll manage to eke out that day’s living. I won’t see the smart moms, but their drivers, up since the earliest of morning, looking straight ahead, weighing the amount of driving throughout the day, and also the amount of waiting for their master for hours in the boiling hot car. I will see the little children in tattered clothes asking for money in order to get crumbs for their meal. Or maybe a handicapped adult asking for alms in his amputated hand. Maybe the lady, who wipes the windscreen with a rag of every car in sight to get maybe a coin or two for the effort.
But I choose not to take off my sunglasses; I don’t want my morning to be spoiled. After all don’t I have bigger problems of my own? I’m low on money; I won’t be able to afford the extra bottle of cold-drink or maybe a coffee in a coffee joint.
Don’t I have bigger problems of my own? My attendance might be low in class; after all I was busy making a play about the street-kids!!
I am not going to remove my sunglasses; won’t the sun shine into my eyes??