Color Choice that matters

The blotting violet ink have half kissed my index finger and dried out. It would be there for a couple of days and then dissolve out like the passion in the city that is prevailing for last few weeks and expected to reach a peak in next month and then slowly retrace its path to normalcy. To exercise rights had my first cup of tea earlier than normal. Picked up a neutral color from the wardrobe and fit in an informal dress code to stand out as a cool voter. Tugged the Id card, the polling slip in the jeans pocket and slipped into the cherry red 'Marie Claire'. The velcro of my left shoe had lost its power to grip and hence was pushed to one corner of the shoe rack. I had changed to a new model a few months back – convenience thy name.

New look is always alluring and more so when one gets over not so wanted a problem with the existing one. Shoe is so important a daily commodity – one can feel only when you hit discomfort. Quite by chance after a long span the street cobbler turned up yesterday and the shoe was repaired. Today had to pick between the old and the new from the rack.

It took me five mins to reach the same school compound that I visit every election for past one decade and realized that it was new room this time. The central police was all in action all over. A few known neighbourhood faces in the 30 odd voters queue. One among them was our apartment caretaker standing with a vibrant glow to cast his vote. Democracy made us stand at par. We patiently waited as a few senior citizen got discount over us.

In lower school days in neighbourhood playground we played a no-brainer game – “Color, Color what Color do you choose?” It was game of chance. You survive only if you have the color on command in the community. It was more of commotion, flight and fight for color war, a chorus of wining echo, a wailing fear of losing, and finally one winner – lonely one.

Standing in the open school campus waiting for right to execute democracy, suddenly recollected this long lost game. Often in childhood we play many nameless games more in sports. As we grow we play the same game with a cause to it. Change is often inevitable, more so when we stand on a break-even on a timescale. Back home opened my old shoe just to feel often a small mending can give it a feel of new. Not sure whether we have a role called Political Cobbler?

Waiting to watch what my state pressed – New or Refresh!

Gyan #30- Old and New are both equal stakeholder of an ecosystem.

Little things for history

While the countries await the "Cup that matters", euphoric cricket lovers leave me awestruck on how celebration can be redefined. I don't follow the game , but easily trace the hundred minds around me. Their emotional ebb and tide tells me what is going on the ground. I have not seen any of them hitting a playground ever, but they comment more than the commentators and suggests more than the coach. Have witnessed madness of support and killing frustration on men they would never meet beyond the magazine pages and wall posters. But I guess this is the only one cause that kept divided minds of my country stay as one and essentially awake today with one wish to come true.

As the country is poised for a glorious moment, my little world is no less impacted. The busy managing director in the apartment and his maid's carefree son on the road side shanty have settled for a single passion. Friends and foes all desire the same. Political parties are holidaying with one apolitical goal. Assume today we win ! Well, I wish India wins, sweet neighbour Srilanka we would share the joy , if we do.. In next edition of all news daily, sports magazine , media channels, neighbourhood clubs , office , school, colleges and public forums we would hear so many causes for why we won?

Winning Strategy and case studies reinforce established theorems or evolve with new corollaries. Yes , team performs well to win. And when best of the best meets yes it is hard work. But it is best and hard work from all ends. Yet we have one winner - one team to kiss the cup. There is certainly no one answer to success. Every piece of it has to fall in place, not knowing which contribution completes the magic. A friend of mine has settled for the small TV screen to watch the game, a few more have cluttered in the same drawing room of the most unwanted host, some have left home to stand out in same corner of the shopping mall just to ensure they do the small little to ensure the tricolor flag fly high tonight. Yes, little things in life often do great wonders and when million of little wonders meet it is bound to be history.

They play, we wish and God desires who will celebrate today!

Gyan #29 - Enact your role , rest time would take care for sake of history.