Croakings of a Clumsy Frog -- 11

 

Life is like a rubber string. It’s dead and limp without any stretching, taut tension in it. So guys if you feel stretched just enjoy the pleasant pull because that simply proves your lifefully throbbing status. We can enjoy this string-walk as long as there is tensioned tautness under our toe-hold. The pull and tension gone, we just crash-land and turn maggot feed. But tension under our toes is one thing, tension on face is quite another. We just have to be careful during the rope-walk. Later on, we can even learn to smile while walking carefully on the rope.

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If you relegate luxury of life to the paradise after death, believe me you will not be lacking in spirits to turn your as well other's lives into hell here on earth. Joy postponed is embracing pain in the present. If you live just for the outdated principles, customs and dogmas in the hope of hitting the jackpot of joy in paradise later, you are missing the point of life. Make love, compassion, joy, care and happiness the tenets of your living and create your paradise here only. Why wait to die for all this. The only religion of life is to live a meaningful and happy life. The Gods and their paradise are better left alone in peace. The paradise must be crammed to the ceilings because there have been billions who chose to suffer on earth to get a ticket to paradise. Why be in such a hurry to join an overcrowded place. Our little earth still has lots of space left for love and laughter to bloom fully. All we need is just to realign and reshape this life.

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A gloomy and grey dawn. All silence except the lonely katydid who still kept its hopes alive for a mate through its unhurried breep breep notes. The sky hung spent. It overexerted itself in breaking September rain record. The earth below soaked full and lay sleepy like an overfed kid. No rockchats for their pre-dawn birdie chatter. Then the faint traces of a new day filtered across the clouds. A handsome oriental magpie robin took over the chorus from the tired katydid and the dandy black and white bird's teasing, naughty chitter and chatter broke the ice. Instantly a couple of peacocks gave gruffy hoots. A crow cawed. A dove sent its docile notes. A white wagtail chipped in. A few sparrows gossiped across the branches. The morning chorus singers increased in number and variety. It's the birds who announce a new day most beautifully. Listen to them. They always seem wishing you the best of a morning.

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I can never recall a more rainy September day as today on the eleventh. Continuous rains since 5 in the morning and still going well into the afternoon. There have been just few pauses in between. Everything is soaked to the hilt. The trees stand with bowed heads. And a butterfly, taking a chance during a few minutes of rain break, flits around. Hail life! Such wispy wings not only survived the watery onslaught, it now comes out to claim its life and living as well, and imagine when it's still drizzling. Now who says there isn't inspiration in life? I find this butterfly full of life and unmindful of the odds against it. Lesson learnt, we can always do better in any situation. It's windy, still drizzling, but the butterfly has to have its long delayed breakfast. So here it goes to take a few hasty sips from the soggy flowers.