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the butterfly

on the way back home today, i was startled with a little green and black thing flying in front of my face. i quickly jerked back with a step backwards. it took a moment for me to realise that it was a butterfly. well, it has been quite a while since i had seen one. a butterfly in this gas chamber we call mumbai, should be wonderful sight, a rarity to capture forever in one's heart n head. but, the gas chamber has made the butterfly such a rarity, that like every alien thing, our brain forgets to understand beauty and the first instinct it activates is that of killing or steering clear of the abnormality.

lessons to be learnt:
1. dont become an abnormality, atleast in other's eye. don't be a 'freak'.
2. instincts know no beauty. if you must show, educate beauty to others, do it gradually.

Comments

A S said…
hii jinx

nice post,short and crisp :)

really, we are uber-cool freaks who can only admire the technology of gizmos but are blind to the lovely nature.......sad but true :
Ajinkya said…
thanx for appreciation. :) short and crisp it is.. with an effort :P
at times i think my whining about people not appreciating nature is going a bit too far, the theme unnecessarily dominating my thought scape. will avoid writing about it for a while.
Strider said…
don't become an abnormality?
what is normal?
and since when, you give a crap about what you are in other's eyes?
and this isn't about appreciating nature, is it?
quite frankly, you lost me there dude!
Ajinkya said…
topic of nature was only a premise.
well, as i grew up, it seems there is really no point in being deviant for truth's sake when with others.
people guard their normality with immense passion. deviance is not just frowned upon, its systematically weeded out.

i have realised its better to be true to urself, do what u want and not to hope from others to agree or accept. and reciprocate thus.
i have started to appreciate the empty smile, the inane exchanges. There is indeed a certain beauty in them. the hope of normalcy. the hope on which humanity floats.
Ajinkya said…
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Ajinkya said…
topic of nature was only a premise.
well, as i grew up, it seems there is really no point in being deviant for truth's sake when with others.
people guard their normality with immense passion. deviance is not just frowned upon, its systematically weeded out.

i have realised its better to be true to urself, do what u want and not to hope from others to agree or accept. and reciprocate thus.
i have started to appreciate the empty smile, the inane exchanges. There is indeed a certain beauty in them. the hope of normalcy. the hope on which humanity floats.
Strider said…
don't become an abnormality?
what is normal?
and since when, you give a crap about what you are in other's eyes?
and this isn't about appreciating nature, is it?
quite frankly, you lost me there dude!

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