worn torn story of a gown

I am 15 yrs old. I am long. I am usually black but on this occassion I was kind of bluish. I have two hands.

I met her when I was almost 15 yrs old. On that fateful day she had kidnapped me. Though intentionally but unwillingly. She required my services and I was the only one without any guardian who could be any use to her.

She took good care of me though she could do nothing of the injuries that I had sustained over the years. But then she tried her best to hide my injuries from the rest of the world as best as she could. She knew that I wont be staying forever with her. One day my original guardian will find me anyhow.

I did not want to be found. I had found a new home. A new caretaker and a new companion. I missed the gossips of the ladies where I first used to live. Nevertheless it was peace to live in silence again. My original guardian had not taken good enough care of me through these years. I was injured at the hands but I was never treated. I was injured in the front beneath the chest but I was left to my own state. I had nothing to be happy about.

In this new owner I found a intelligent human being who knew her stuff. I had started admiring her. But it was not to last for long. After all I had been kidnapped by her. How could a crime like this be kept secret for long.

My previous owner saw me with my kidnapping mistress one fateful afternoon. She was drinking water when that lady saw me with her. All eyes in the room were upon us. I urged her to move fast. But it was too late. She intercepted us on our way out. I was speechless. She proded me with her fingers first to check whether I was the one she was looking for. She touched my injuries to make sure I was the one. And sure enough I was. My kidnapper was confronted and bombarded with questions. She being a good soul accepted that I belonged to that lady and she had "borrowed" me for a day or two coz she was in dire need of me. Such is the

good nature of my kidnapper that she readily agreed to give me back to my previous owner but only after a day or two when she could successfully find another replacement for me. So it was to be that I stayed for another two days with my kidnapper when she returned me back to the caretaker of the room where my previous owner spends most of her day time. I was reunited after a tearless but heartbreak separation.

I am the gown. Advocates' gown.

P.S. i am really sorry dat i had to rob that tattered gown, but i had no other option u see. just a minute ago my gown went missing before my eyes n i had to go to the court room. In Supreme Court wearing of a gown is compulsory so i had to make some alternative arrangement for myself :) and so i had no other course except to BORROW someone else's gown till the time i could buy my own :)

Sit! sit! sit!

sit for a while when u wake up

sit when u go for nature's call

sit everytime u shit

sit when u have breakfast

sit while u drive or are driven to office (1 hr, 2 hr...)

sit when u reach office and start ur PC

sit when u r read mails

sit when u r working on projects

sit when u go to breakout area to have coffee

sit when u come back to ur seat

sit when ur boss is nearby

sit when u want to play carom

sit when u have lunch

sit and watch when others are playing TT

sit in the shade when it is sunny outside to take a walk

sit in the sun when it is chilly

sit after a walk

sit after a run

sit when u have no work to do and all u do is play games on ur computer and idle away ur time

sit while u drive or are driven back to ur home

sit when u reach home

sit when u have dinner

sit with ur family for a hearty talk after a long day which u passed sitting

sit @ home when u watch TV (lying and watching is harmful for eyes)

sit (slumber) in theater seats when u watch movies

sit in the bus or auto when u go out

sit and listen to ur friends while they do the talking

sleep while sitting (when u don't have any other option)

sit when u r tired

sit when u have nothing to do

sit and gaze up in the sky to feel the beauty of night life

sit and watch the birds who u didn't realise existed

sit and watch the world go by

sit and watch ur lawyer play with words in front of judge

sit and watch while the doctor operates on ur near and dear ones

sit and wait for that one phone call for which u have been waiting for so long

sit whenever u get the opportunity to sit

sit when the room is crowded and there is no place to sit, yet u find a place for yourself to sit by hook or crook

sit when an elder is standing and needs that seat more than u do

sit while the child hangs on to u for his dear life

sit and read ur favorite book (lying down while reading is harmful for...u know what...)

shit! sit while u write all this nonsense!!!

double shit! sit while u read all this nonsense!!!!!!!

These humans do not have a single ounce of value for us bums on whom they sit and do all these rubbish things :P

i m fed up of this sitting and shitting... God! plz rescue me from all this sitting :(

Childhood and old age - a miraculous combination

We are born dependent on others
We die depending on others

We are born with all four limbs undeveloped
We die with all four limbs non-functional

We crawl towards our growth
We crawl to our end

When we are born we are unable to recognize our family members or anyone for that matter
When we die we are still unable to recognize the outside world

When we are born the only communication we have is the cry
When we die there is no one to hear our sobs

We are lavished with all the attention in the world
We crave for attention when we are nearing the end of our life

We are happily doted on by our fathers and mothers and family
We are left helpless in one corner of the home because the child we took care of is busy taking care of his/her child and has forgotten the parent who took care of him when he was a child

We are introduced to the outside world very eagerly
We remain in one room of the house if there are some guests visiting lest our children are embarrassed

We are given every basic necessity that we need
We are dependent on our children to have our specs repaired and out artificial dentures made

We are happy when we see our grandads and grandmas coz they are the only ones who do not have teeth like us
We understand our grandchild's cry and play with him without our artificial dentures so that he can relate to us

We are yet to see this world
We have been there and experienced it all


Childhood and old age are two stages of life which are very similar to each other though having a gap of 60 years or so. The connection between a grandchild and his grandparents is a very divine one. They both are so similar and different to each other at the same time. They tend to understand each other so perfectly. And when one is not at home the other misses him profoundly. A perfect combination for a growing child and an ageing mother/father coz the child needs attention and the grandparent needs someone to spend time with. PERFECT!

Insane while Sane

Lack of sleep and the bite of mosquitoes are so overwhelming that they can cause any sane person to go insane. I am an advocate by profession and one of these days I was working on some agreements and contracts in my professional life. It is said that whatever you do in the course of the day provides the source of what you dream in the sub-conscious stage which is known as dreams.

One fine night I was safely lodged in my bed of comfort and lost in sleep (I won’t say dreams coz there were no dreams at that time), when suddenly there is darkness everywhere (I know its night and there is supposed to be darkness but in this case the inverter technology was being used and the inverter had died down after the electricity had been cut-off for 2 hrs). And so there was darkness and the whole household was rendered without fan or light (light would have not served any purpose at that time but fan would have). And so there was darkness and no electricity and then there came this horrible species of mosquitoes that take the pleasure of buzzing around you and sucking out your blood unless you raise your tail and ward them off. Of course a world without these mosquitoes would have been heaven for people like us who constantly live in the danger of being bitten by mosquitoes and catching some unpronounceable disease. So the coming of mosquitoes was directly proportional in the going away of my sweet sleep. The larger the number of mosquitoes, the greater the amount of sleep I was losing.

In that tragic time, anyone would have lost his sleep, even a person after a hard day’s work. But I, I did not lose my cool and tried to solve the situation ASAP. I proposed an agreement. An agreement with the team leader of the mosquitoes that they will forget that I am a human containing sweet blood and it is their duty to trouble me and in return for their this consideration me and my family will not attack them with any mosquito repellants or any other device used for squatting mosquitoes including our own hands. The TL in consultation with his colleagues reluctantly agreed to my terms and conditions. Oblivious to the fact that I was being tampered with by these cold blooded mosquitoes, my family was having a sound sleep. So I did not bother to wake them up and signed the agreement in my own capacity but not without one further condition from the TL. And that was to sign the damned agreement with MY own blood. The TL had surely got me in his claws. I had never shed my own blood with my own hands except for at the time when we had founded the secret seven society in school and had required the seven members to swear by their own blood that they will not reveal their identity come what may (as if I remember as to who I used to be. Maybe Janet or even Peter or was I George?). Nevertheless, to escape the wrath of the blood sucking mosquitoes I had to do what they wanted. I had to give in to their request of signing with my blood. But there was a catch. Being a lawyer I could not leave them with such an easy agreement. Sure enough I asked them as to whose blood are they going to shed in order to sign the same agreement. The TL started laughing. I could not fathom the joke at first because the sleep ridden brain was failing to respond properly to any event. But slowly things came into a clear picture and I understood. These stupid mosquitoes had been sucking my blood for so long that whoever did the signatures it was my blood that would be shed ultimately.

Well, all said and done, we had entered into a Gentleman’s promise. But then gentleman’s promise is only for gentleman and not for gentle ladies and hard stinged mosquitoes. As soon as the agreement was signed by my blood from both the sides and the mosquitoes having had their fill of my offering began their attack in full force. I appealed to their TL but he shrugged and showed his helplessness by saying that his colleagues do not obey him any longer after having signed any agreement with the opposite party. They do as they wish and it is beyond his capacity to stop them. But he gave me one solution. That their manager can stop these mosquitoes from misbehaving. But the whereabouts of the manager was unknown at this point of time as he was hard at work on another subject and to reach him and bring him here would take another day. I had first thought that I will take the risk of waiting for the manager but then something else clicked and I was forced to consider the fact that the manager wouldn’t be coming alone. He will be coming with a hoard of other employees and that if the manager’s orders fell on deaf ears I would surely be a gone case than I was at this time.

So I decided to let the mosquitoes take their own course of action and I took my own. I shook my head like a dog does after having taken a water splash and got ready to beat the pulp out of these damned mosquitoes that have no respect for words given to a fellow living being. Having already lost my sleep I took it upon myself to get rid of these mosquitoes but they were outnumbering me by the second and at last I had to give in to their demands of blood till the time the electricity was restored back in our sweet home.