Thursday, February 09, 2006

Indignant

I’ve been lying for hours here in the bushes. On my back. In the cold. My legs up in the air and held in place by invisible stirrups. If my mother saw me right now she would hang her head in shame. But she isn’t. So I feel shame on her behalf. For lying on my back with my legs in the air.

Understandably I am upset. Not just because of my situation. But because no one seems to have realised that I’m missing. Now don’t go jumping to conclusions. I’m not some antisocial recluse. In fact I go out of my way to get to know people. To help them. Sometimes I think people take advantage of me. Push me around. Tell me what to do. But I don’t complain. I know my station in life. I do as I’m told. And this is what I get in return. I end up lying on my back in the cold with my legs up in the air.

I can see my so-called friends from where I lie. They’re only a few hundred yards away. Huddled up and gossiping about the day. The strong boasting about how much work they got done. The old and the lame standing at the fringes quietly remembering their own glory days. None of them have realised that I’m missing. When I get out of this mess they’re going to find out just what I think of them. But right now, I’m lying on my back in the cold with my legs up in the air.

Quite a few people have walked by. Some of them have seen me. But they avert their gaze before our eyes meet. Once eyes meet a person feels bound to come over and help. A strange human trait. So to avoid the inconvenience they look away. “Why bother.” They’re all thinking. “It’s not my problem. Why get involved.”

I wish I could feel indignant. But what right does an overturned Tesco Trolley have to feel indignant. So I lie there. On my back. In the cold. With my legs up in the air.

16 comments:

Anonymous said...

interesting blog, chanced by it from the indian bloggers thingie...
have a nice day
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anjali said...

cute!

Nessa said...

I was wondering where this was headed.. Kept my blinkers aside and squinted hard at the screen, to smell a rat somewhere.... but *sigh* you got me again... Did I tell you how awesome I think you are?

Btw, I feel like this overturned Tesco Trolley quite often in life.. *sigh*

San said...

:)

neha vish said...

rotfl!

shyam said...

hahaha... I really liked this one - especially the repetitive bit, it was a nice touch :)

Sue said...

Great post! Had me gripped right to the end, wondering why you were "lying on my back with my legs in the air"..:)

TomCruiseChellum said...

Wonderful. Yes, kept me going till the end to find out where it was leading. And finally we have a Tesco trolley.
Nessa is right. We all feel like the Trolley outside Tesco sometime or other.

1$ Saint said...

awesome...as usual...
something i gez every1 can relate to...hugs...

WA said...

Wow. Loved it

Anjali said...

Very nicely done :)

Maya said...

I have been one of your many silent fans who finally has the courage to break that silence. Wow, what an amazing writer you are. So, when is the book coming out? COnsider it SOLD to the last copy :)

Best wishes and warmest, Maya

Leela said...

Marvellous!

purses said...

The big 3 SE's really can dish up a wide variety of search results. You site came up and I was looking for purses. I actually like your blog, but I am having the worst time finding anything exact. You know the story. Anyway, gotta run.

feedo said...

nice story..really had me going for a while..first I thought it was about a pair of shoes..the ending surprised me!

The ramblings of a shoe fiend said...

Thanks everyone! To everyone who has felt like a tesco trolley at some point or the other I know how it is! Today I feel like a rather crumpled hat though.

And Maya if I do ever get a book out and it doesn't sell - you're going to have to buy every single copy :D