Short Circuits in Life......

Blogger friend Abha Vatsa Midha posted this on G+. The photograph has a lot of attitude.

What struck me was the relentless swinging of the skipping rope, and the endless jumps of the younger entity. Certain all pervading strong companies , sometimes thought of as "Reliable", are very much getting entrenched in the power sector in India.

Monsoon, Mumbai, and Electrical Power , and/or its vanishing act is something we are too familiar with.

Just something that this graphic spoke.....

Big, reliable,
Pillars of Industry types,
twisting rules
and ropes,
to make
the small fry jump,
while
those
in helpless
false sympathy
stand by
hoping
their chance doesn't come.

While paid minions
may power
the swinging ropes,
there is jump fatigue
and end of tolerance
looming,
in the life of the small fry.

A slight slowing,
entangled feet,
and the Big Reliable two
will be
short circuited for life....

Message from the seagulls....

I see around me so many instances, of folks occupying something they are not meant to. Happens all the time. Particularly amongst the power types.

And then there are folks like my friend Sylvia, who go out on a trip to the waterfront and enjoy a lunch, on a drab and grey Seattle day; and click photos of seagulls doing something similar.

Nature has so many messages for us. If we only had time to listen ....

(photo by Sylvia Kirkwood)
Places bordering water ,
and
some bordering land,
Chain link fences :
separating,
those
that peacefully
sail through life,
enjoying
the company
of sometimes similar folks,
and those that
trespass
and cause trouble
in places
they shouldn't
be found in...

The bird of peace,
flew in
to urge the other
to vacate
the chair;
you didn't occupy
something meant for others....

The erring bird
agreed,
turned right,
and took off.

Unlike, some,
who trespassed ,
stayed put,
presumably hidden,
were warned,
and were finally shot away.

Survival of the ......

Flying swoops on innocent folks , is not an unknown happening. In politics as well as elsewhere. Sometimes, these events sensitize you to what many think could be ordinary events at , say, a beach. My friend , Kavi, thinks this is worth documenting.

(So do I. )

(photo by Kavi Arasu)



So many
launder
black fortunes
into white;
throw sand
in the eyes
of the powers that be.....
And those in control,
gutlessly
ebb away
like the tide
that dissipated at the beach.



But sometimes,
the flowing tide
brings in
a few,
inadvertantly misled
into
a rich wet patch.

The water recedes,
taking along
the 'clever' ones,
and
as the
ordinary
confused one
struggles to live,
the Black one swoops down.

A Show Capture
while the real ones get away....