Friday, June 19, 2009

I a little miss Sunshine

With the cruel yellow blaze of light i wake up to the morning partially blaming this habbit of sun to always wake up early and partially wishing a good day to myself. And now again the simple daily chores of life as they were never meant to change at all. Someday working, someday runs with variable mileage everyday. And I lying on the cushion of whimsical heaven made up of my own ordinary imagination, record my pearl presious moments passing by with these heavy pedal moving days. I pray I could let them wait for a while and let the change come in. The change I am waiting there and then. The change I could never notice coming in, if only it would have knocked. And the change I desperately waiting for as any customer in restaurant do who has paid more than enough for his food, as any student of Xth class board do whose cyber cafe is filled with more eyes then oxygen and as any women do for the kid for who she is almost dying with the labor pains. Although I have read Time Value of Money in my finance studies but only now have seen how it actually works. How I losing not only the interest that I could have earned but also can't help the depreciation on my principal. If its true that time is money then my treasure is struggling into the ugly marsh. I have the rope with me but unfortunately it has tied my own hands. Such awful situations remind me of god. And the astrology. I am happy to see that for one month I cannot lose my treasure since capricorns have good command on their wealth. Another Ray of hope and who knows what would be its length. But who cares. I never meant to measure it either. Rather its measuring me on its parameters. However I know its not my luck which is sorry for me but just the time begging pardon. For its futile efforts I sorry. It doest know who is it tryng to test. Because

"Even if you leave me Mr. Ray, I am not going to sink in a Bay,
for angels never lie and hopes never die...."

And I a little Miss Sunshine wont strive any more in the claustrophobic dark room of idleness and will indubitaly come up with my seven rainbow flying colors immaterial of whether the rain comes or not!