He gets up every morning...Dull...
Dead...
Starts his day much like you and me. Brushes his teeth, picks out his weekly aligned formals, polished shoes, pen, wallet, cell-phone...
Goes to work, meets and greets another regular asshole with a not-so-interested "Hey..."
A courtesy smile, if you may.
Sits in his little cubicle. Looks in front, the computer screen, "please wait -- loading", and he notices the thumb-pinned picture in the background.
A memory...
A memory of his better life -- the life he wishes he could live again...
Forever.
He would smile, but, he has seen it so often, it has lost its surrealistic appeal. It's become pale, just like everything else around him. This yellow office, with blue-collar slaves. everyone pretending to be best friends - patting each others back. But, what they are really doing is checking the condition of the other's spine -- so they know the other person's weakest spot, and soon, attack.
In an isolated prestigious corner sits the boss. His space is much bigger, but, you know it's only a bigger cage. He may have decorated it with his achievements and memories, much like the Lion in the zoo with semi-dead trees and the dusty table-fan. However, the Lion is not as insecure as this man.
Trapped, with a limited vision through his cage, the Lion dreams of breaking free oneday -- while this man, the boss, fools himself into believing "this is exactly what I wanted... This is happiness"
He remembers the story of The Madman, by Kahlil Gibran --
"In my father's garden are two cages. In one sits a Lion, that my fathers slaves brought from the deserts of Ninavah; in the other, a songless Sparrow. Every day at dawn, the Sparrow calls to the Lion, "Good morrow to thee, brother prisoner."
The PC loads by now, and our hero, our songless sparrow, tries to shift focus to the smaller picture. Clicking and typing, he tries to lose himself... Tries to forget himself, just to get through for the moment... But, tomorrow, like every other day, he will see the same picture, he will notice the same paleness, the same fakness -- as he will, once again, be reminded of the story of the Lion and the Songless Sparrow...
The End...
ps- This one shaped because of an email to Bat. So, partial credit to her...
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I guess when I received this through email didn't get a chance to respond then and now have just reread it and was again reminded of my routine life that I have given up for just one day... feels good to just sit around on a week day afternoon and chill in front of the computer without the pressure of completing what's on my to-do list ... just so i could leave at 5:30 without a guilty concious ...
as usual a refreshing read ...
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