House of analogies

Last night in my sleep, I had an epiphany. The last weekend we had been on a long drive in Switzerland, where we happen to reside now, and as my utmost passion for sometime, I managed to take some nice photographs on the way and back. I was pondering specially on one of the pictures I took that day, the picture which my friends said that was so beautiful that it almost looked like a painting. The picture was taken from quite a height, of a beautiful emerald colored lake far below and the village surrounding it and the mountains on all sides. Well, I might have given you an idea about how beautiful nature can be. It was simply breathtaking. Anyhow, so I was thinking about that picture when suddenly it all became clear! What came to my mind was that Switzerland is like a rich person’s living room! How come? Everything is so very well organized, very efficient, so clean that sometimes I feel that even the trees are in harmony with the officials to keep the city and roads clean and let its leaves not fall and make it dirty! It’s a perfect place to show, show the beauty, aesthetics, efficiency, technology everything high and pristine that comes to your mind is here. So if this whole world was a house, Switzerland would be the rich person’s living room.

Then I laughed at my epiphany and the analogy and thought ok lets continue with the other parts of this house. What place would be the kitchen? A place where there are ingredients from all different cuisines, oil from Italy, cheese from France, spices from India and many of such things which a cooking enthusiast will have. Where they would experiment and try to cook something authentic every time but mostly, lets accept it, it fails! And so England came to my mind, whose national food could be chicken tikka masala, but most of it served will be anyway bland. They have know-how and technology of the top quality ever there is, but when you come to think what they make, there will be a pause. Oh Cadbury’s isn’t theirs anymore!

Then I laughed a little more. What would be the garden, the front yard? I think Italy, a place which is beautiful, food ohh, men ohhh yes, but do we want to live in a garden? No, we visit the garden, we refresh our senses, we cleanse our soul and get back inside the house. What about the kitchen garden? Australia maybe. Kitchen garden is like a therapy to the soul, its an escape. This can change though, I didn’t think on this one too long.

Then I thought what would be the garage? A place where there are important tools kept, those tools are expensive and they have the ability to make beautiful and very useful things. Things that can be put in the living room or also could be used in the garden or anywhere, but specifically we wouldn’t put any of these tools for show, we wouldn’t just go into the garage and admire what amazing thing we own! Instantly I thought it couldn’t be any other place than India. A country which has the tools for greatness, but in itself its not even close. And then there are a couple of fancy “cars” to show off in the garage!

This whole epiphany thing was making me burst with laughter and I just couldn’t stop it there. What about Spain? Then Spain looked like a big and beautiful swimming pool in the months of December. What use is it when the fall weather made it dirty with leaves and it became so cold that we can only dream of the good times we once had. So there it is, big and beautiful with all the potential of providing very good time, but if only someone could clean the mess.

What is Japan then in this house I’ve been thinking of? It’s the big fancy state of the art DSLR camera with which I am taking pictures. The technology, the quality, price,  everything just speaks of human innovation, just that it’s become too heavy now, and there are so many lighter and less expensive options I could see. And moreover, it’s become old.

What about the bathroom? It’s a difficult one. A place which takes all the dirt and is so essential that its proper functioning is what keeps the house running. And only one place that comes in my mind is Germany. In the past it was only a place reminding of dirt, but now we all know its importance in lifting up societies and countries from their dirt.

What about France? Oh, it’s the neighbor’s house. It’s big and beautiful too but we are not talking about it now. And I think it’s jealous, but who cares.

Then I thought what would be USA? I must tell you, that like thinking about Switzerland, the idea of living room just popped into my head, unlike that for some countries I thought what would be their best analogy. And so USA would be the sophisticated, expensive and very complicated alarm system. The alarm system’s main function is to provide false hope, in reality it doesn’t actually stop any burglary to happen. Most of the times, the system just goes off on itself and makes a terrible noise informing everyone about the dysfunctional but existing system.

I was very content and ecstatic about my analogical epiphany but I did miss something. It’s a big house, who lives there, who controls all the other systems, right when I was thinking about it, I hear the door unlock, and China walks in. And I fall asleep.

Lifeless

A monday morning, as normal as it sounds

I start my day with work and people around

Hustling and bustling on this day, people chasing whatever they may

This is happiness this is life

After all this smile it still doesnt feel like life

Another monday morning, another beginning of a day

One more reason I get to chase

I think of doing something big

I dream of being someone big

When and where did my dreams get lost

Why do my pictures fade in the brightness of this day

I wait for something that wont come

I want something that I wont get

I follow something that isnt there

I want to be someone I am not

I cry for something that cant be mine

This is nothing, this isn't life.
Then what is something and what is life?
I think it's life because it feels like life.

The Anchor

I like the wind that blows my hair.
I feel it touch my heart and leave.
It whispers in my ear a song,
of love, of hope, of strength, of courage.

I like the wind that blows my hair
and with its song I start to drift.
I've seen how far it drifts me away,
into its world where all is good and all is wild.

I drift so far and away as the sun,
that good seems none and the wild gets in me.
I find it hard to come back again,
for I have become one with the wind.
I flew and sang your song,
of love, of hope, of strength, of courage.

I flew so far and away as the stars,
so far away that I feel no wind that blew my hair.
No wind is here where I've flown so far,
no song is here that I sang with you.

And then I see you hold my grip.
You flew with me and you blew in my ear.
You were the song I kept on singing,
you were the wind that sailed me afar.

Now you pull me and take me back.
Our home of love, of hope, of strength, of courage.
You are the wind that drifts me away,
you are my anchor who brings me home.