lost and found
when i was a littl echild my parents always told me to study hard, to be good and to believe in god.my teachers told me to dream big and respect my elders. my grandma told me not to eat sweets and pray for the poor.when i was a teenager tv told me to wear benneton and drink pepsi.oprah said read, jacko said dance and jay said laugh.zoom said flirt. vh1 said pimp it up and ekta said cry.my girl friends told me to try gloss, my boy friends told me to try mini’s and my college friends told me to try hookah.
did i really decide anything for myself?did i do any of the thigs i wanted to?who have i become?why do i say”dude” and wear ‘chappals’ and why do i chat so much?
where did that little girl go … .. she used to play ‘teacher-teacher’ on the cupboard, pack her school bag the previous night and treasure those ‘tic-toc’ shoes.she adored herself.she would nt roam the streets in half torn jeans and her hair in her eyes.she would nt be late and she would nt curse.she was nt without adventure and unmindful to trends but she was her own person and you could nt change that.
what does it take now a daysto influence someones state of mind? an upbeat tune? a catchy phrase? a garisly bright billboard? a famous sponsor maybe?a small attention grabing gimmick to steal you of your induviduality , your essence.
be aware, be alive, be yourself……..you depend on it.
