Sangeetha
September 14th
Female
India
I am a die hard Indian living in Chennai. I am a Tamilian, that loves Carnatic Music, Kanadasan, Bharathidasan, GB Shaw, Tennesse Williams and ofcourse Bollywood and Kollywood. I love to Travel; the journies of my life has taught me to dissect people with just a few interactions.. that's bad.




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Friday, April 03, 2009
The Horse

I was given an array of horse to choose. I selected a dark horse, which appeared to be stable and strong. Initially I did not ride this horse, and later when I did regularly, I realized that he was not very cooperative and failed to take me to places where I wanted to go. I had a great difficulty in placing the saddle and finally achieved doing it. He was nice for a while and gave me a confidence that the going will be great.

It was time for him to drink some water and have a wash. I took him to the pool, but he turned away from the pool, so I dragged him to the pool. I knew the journey we have undertaken necessitates both of us to be strong and agile. I was prepared for the journey, but he was not ready to understand why I wanted him to drink water and have a wash.

In moments of frustration, I hit him and shouted at him for not understanding the situation. He neighed, bit and kicked me with his legs. He fell on the ground tired and sad. I understood him, because I chose him. I realized that he was very lonely in the stable. When all others were trying to race against each other, showed the beauty of their mane and valor, he was left alone. As a pony, he was playful and irresponsible and was persistently mocked by others. The deep wounds have made him stubborn and a loner. He was left to his devises to fend his way. Others did not understand what he felt. I owned him and made the world see what he wanted. Nevertheless, the world looked at me as a rebel. The bolt came when he too joined the bandwagon in calling me a rebel, not realizing that I was fighting for his benefit and welfare. I am hurt, wounded and too tired for the rest of the journey. I want to go to far away places.

What should I do now? Shall I shoot the horse or wait for him to understand?

Question:  Did I really choose an horse or is it a jackal in an horse's clothing?

Answer: Never-mind to which genus he belongs. I have removed the saddles, just let him go his way, and I have decided to travel alone in this far and wide world. Ah! my soul is drenched by peace and tranquility now.

Posted at Friday, April 03, 2009 by Sangeetha

Ranga
July 9, 2009   11:40 PM PDT
 
Hi Sangee,

this is nice article of you... i really liked how u narrated about the horse and your thoughts on real life

good keep writting

-Ranga
 

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