Remember When?

This started as a status update but romanced to a numb lull by wee hours of the night and the lusty wet strands of hair sticking to my neck, I sit to write this.

Remember, care to remember? Those drives when you were five and still had a darling lisp and fashion was not really much of an issue. Sitting on your daddy's lap as he would drive the car along the crowded stretch of macadam, letting your tiny thumb pitter patter on the black steering? And how along the ride you would raise your voice and lilt out the new rhyme that you had just recently memorized?  

The funny part is, I dont think anyone remembers. Maybe it is this rickety fan thats whirring with so much noise, or maybe it is just the stifling heat that has infused in me, a curious sad sense of amnesia.. But I cant remember much. Tidbits. Flashes. And sometimes, fair-faced toddler's with a tiny stubborn finger's curled around the father's take me back to those days when sadness meant limpid eyes and tears falling down. And happiness meant rosebud lips pouted to form a heart-felt smile.

What's happened now? Sadness now means swirling alcohol down a glass and plastering a fake smile. Happiness, comes with its own complications. Be cautious when you greet, for they might say, you are way too lose. Dont be nice, because if you are, it means you want a favor back. Remember when you would gallivant and gallop like a horse and jump and give a tight bear hug? Shh. Dont do that now anymore. Remember, those days, when a smile could start a conversation? Now it starts manipulations. You think people care, for they smile at you and crack a lame little joke which you laugh at? The world has changed my friend. It seems complications are the fashion statement of the moment. Where you need to play mind games before you can say an I miss you. Were you need to read between lines. Where you need to stop yourself from loving.

Where is honesty? And if there IS honesty, why is not appreciated? Why cant we be man enough to be a man? Accept that we can be loved just the way we are, what with the messy hair, the disfigured toe, the ugly past and the imroper english? Because for someone, its that fake accent that you have and that facial hair that you loathe.. is what makes you special. 

Circumstances define you, make you. You cant stop the circumstances from happening, but you can sure not allow them to make you bitter for better. This world us bad, but you can make it good if u try. If you have faith. And if you let innocence linger. You were cheated on once, doesnt mean you will cheated twice. She was molested once, but she's still got to believe that love exists. He lost his parents to a bomb blast, but hes still got to accept that somewhere, a guardian awaits him.A mother gave birth to a stillborn, yet she's got to hope the next one will be the Sachin of the century. The father was embezzeled but he has to believe he will get his stand back. Dont be bitter, dont be scared, dont hate God.

We were all born angels, dont let something unfortunate turn you into a devil.