Dew

As the auto driver was narrating the agony of the pregnant woman in labor and her husband, whom he took to the government hospital in Bangalore, all the pain from the past came back to my mind… A Grinding, Churning, Creaking pain in the pelvic joint… Closed Eyes...Gritting teeth….Eyes shedding tear drops but the tear drops do not dare to trickle down the cheeks…Hands moving to the belly unconsciously trying to check the little baby inside...Worried looks on all the faces around…A sudden relief…. Words spring up.. Vocal cord breaks open the silence and says “God, this is impossible to bear”! The kith and kin fervently pray for the strength of the woman. You just read the most minimal, realistic, verbal visualization of the throbbing effect of labor pain that most women get to go through. And it repeats… and goes on and on until the final creak, and first cry leading to dried tears on the new mom’s face. (It is impossible for me not to recollect my own blessed chances...

Just how does it look like to be at the top?? He believes : Everyone loves him. Everyone listens to him. One word from him and people know its final He decides and it gets done. Its only because of him that everything is going on the way it is. He is the only person who is responsible for things that are happening in his organization. What it may really feel like to be at the top?? No one is a real friend. No one listens because he wants to, but because he has to. Nothing can be done by a mere word unless these people invest their effort, but saying is minimal, so say it. When I decide, I have so many people to convince to see it happen. I am not the doer, just the facilitator for all that may happen if they get convinced. I get paid to play the game, face the blame whether in a win or a loss. Everyone looks at me from behind the screen of a painted tainted glass. Beautiful to see, touch, and appreciate but hard to own. Every smile I get is in anticipation of...