This town is a lonely town
Not the only town
This town is a make-you town
Or a break-you-town and bring-you-down
This town is a love-you town
And a shove-you-down and push-you-'round town
This town, it's a use-you town
An abuse-you town until-you're-down town
These were the few lines I'd like to say before starting this blog. Well have you ever wondered that the only town you have ever known has been changing and has yet remained the same. Even I hadn’t. But now I guess I have. I’ve known this town in four different phases of my life and it has just changed radically, giving me no option to blame. I now don’t know whom to blame, the town for changing so drastically or myself, for not changing with it.
Phase I was like my kid-hood. Say till when I was about four to five(Or somewhere close to that). Then I was least bothered about this town. My town was like somewhat my mother had described. That it would have chocolates, toys, confetti all over the place when I do something good. There would be ghosts ready to haunt me in darkness, when I don’t eat my food. I’d have pineapple cake for my birthday. And most of all there would be someone called God, who would keep monitoring me and would punish me if I lie, cheat or steal. I never knew then that my dad was the traitor who would whisk(I mean to say belt me) me when I do something wrong(Cos then I had taken that God stuff very seriously). You know how it is when we are we kids. Phase I was never my way, because I hardly remember what happened then, and what I remember is not worthy enough to discuss about.
Phew!! I never knew that Phase II was right around the corner to blow my mind off. Everything around me changed so fast that I never had a chance to figure out what was happening. I was dropped into a new school with new people. And now the story was that the ghost would haunt me if I don’t finish my homework(I mean I never could figure then why was the ghost behind me always). And then after sometime(say 2-3yrs later) I figured out that I was made a hoodwink. No ghosts existed. Now all of a sudden my school marks became more important. It was like my parents had given birth to my marks and not me. They wanted to be the parents of a smart kid to the town. Like more then them the town had an eye on my marks. But even then the town was good. I knew a lot of people and I was glad to know them because I knew(At least I thought I knew) that they would be at my side when I need them. I think that’s when I’ve loved this town the most.
Alas came the Phase III. Ooofff!!!! It was only after this I got to know that my understanding of the first two phases was totally off beam. I could never accept the way this town was. I mean give me a hike. The town which I thought was so sweet was actually not. It just had changed badly. Say from good to bad and then to worse. The town actually didn’t ever like me at all. I mean just not me but everyone living in it. It just pretended to. Until you have something to offer to this town, the town has nothing to do with you. Even the people whom you trust the most are behind you expecting something from you. As long as you clean the sewage, you are the Mayor of the town, and after that even a Hobo’s dog doesn’t care to leak on your foot. That’s how selfish this town had become.
What I’ve Learnt: After living these three phases I actually realized that the town had never changed. It was me who had changed. My perception of thinking had changed fundamentally. The town was just the way it was. It was a chameleon and it remained to be one. It changed its color according to its environment. That’s what chameleons do when they sense danger or they are out hunting. Its quite natural. The only thing that puzzles me is why does this town change its color?
Well anyways who knows, say a couple of decades later, you might call me a hypocrite for may be contradicting this statement. Till then its Kiko signing off.
Eat well, Sleep safe. Sayonara
Have a Nice Day [=)]
