Something Wrong

Posted: July 23, 2009 in butterflies, macro photography
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"Is Something Wrong?"

After countless smses and calls and a possible failed ambush attempt thwarted by a backdoor escape outside my office, a tiny ray of light shone into the cobwebs of Random Guy's head… and instead of his usual chirpy suggestions to go here and go there, he texted: "Is something wrong?"

Man… I guess he'll finally get it next year.

Something Right

A boy on the train about 9 was by himself with a backpack on his small back and a big umbrella (cos it had been raining).

Our trains are crowded.  So crowded that you can't get standing space and people are bunched up against each other so closely that I have seen some things that you wouldn't see if you had not been invading other people's personal space.

Boy on train tried to get through the quiet, quietly bearing, tolerating crowd to the other passenger car.  And the quietly irritated population of working adults tutted and hissed and pretended not to see. 

And then it hit me like a crowded train.

They wished he would just stand and be quiet like everybody else.

As if trying to get to the other passenger car was the wrongest thing in the world to do.

But if you think about it, here we all are.  Adapting, accommodating, accepting that it's impossible to get from one passenger car to the other so that makes it wrong for anyone of us to want something that's impossible.

But Boy does not play by any of our silly adult rules.  There's no accepted norm.  No acceptable standards of behaviour.  Only the right to go to the next passenger car if he wants to.

Boy then stops (because he could not get through) and as if deciding to settle for something else, turns to the nearest irritated man and asks if he can read his newspaper.  The man looks at him with astonishment and then as if stunned, hands him the newspaper.  This, the boy takes… and reads for the next half an hour (while the stunned owner of the newspaper leaves).  Soon Boy was about to leave the train.  Before he leaves, he turns to another astonished passenger next to him and offers him the newspaper as if it was the most natural thing to do, to share.

Do You Know Your Enemy?

Do you know the enemy?
Do you know your enemy?
Well, gotta know the enemy

Do you know the enemy?
Do you know your enemy?
Well, gotta know the enemy

Do you know the enemy?
Do you know your enemy?
Well, gotta know the enemy

Violence is an energy
Against the enemy
Violence is an energy

Bringing on the fury
The choir infantry
Revolt against the honor to obey

Overthrow the effigy
The vast majority
Burning down the foreman of control

Silence is the enemy
Against your urgency
So rally up the demons of your soul

Do you know the enemy?
Do you know your enemy?
Well, gotta know the enemy

Do you know the enemy?
Do you know your enemy?
Well, gotta know the enemy

The insurgency will rise
When the blood’s been sacrificed
Don’t be blinded by the lies
In your eyes

Violence is an energy
From here to eternity
Violence is an energy
Silence is the enemy
So gimme gimme revolution

Do you know the enemy?
Do you know your enemy?
Well, gotta know the enemy

Do you know the enemy?
Do you know your enemy?
Well, gotta know the enemy

Overthrow the effigy
The vast majority
Burning down the foreman of control

Silence is the enemy
Against your urgency
So rally up the demons of your soul

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Comments
  1. Raymond says:

    Wow, that hits ya in the gut…uh, but, thanks for sharing. And Random Guy? You deserve better, much much better 🙂

  2. Shutterbug says:

    Kids can really be amazing, can't they? I find that my students teach me as much about life as I (hopefully) teach them about reading. Great observations! :o)

  3. Waterbaby says:

    I completely get the boy's actions; I am that boy. (not literally of course 🙂 ) As for Random Guy, oh brother. (not literally of course)

  4. Emjay says:

    Great story about the boy. Sometimes I want to be that boy on my trains but I have had "adultness' drummed into me. Re the newspaper – on my train people read papers and then throw them down on the floor!!! There are newspaper recycling bins right next to escalators on every station!

  5. They sure do 🙂 Sometimes it takes a child to help an adult remember the lost perspective and uninhibition they used to have 🙂

  6. Hahaha… I wouldn't have been surprised Waterbaby! 😀 You don't play by nobody's rules do you? 🙂

  7. I understand… I want to sometimes… but I bet if I did that, the adults wouldn't just hiss. They'd probably gather around and trounce me repeatedly with their wet umbrellas. 😀

  8. Waterbaby says:

    an accurate observation, butterfly. 🙂

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