Ice Cream Akka

"Mazjid bahut door hai, chalo aaj ek bachche ko muskurane pe majboor karen"

For overworked and underpaid IT professionals such as me weekends are sacred. Work just aint any enjoyment for us, we work so we can, some times do things we enjoy. To pay the bills, go on that occasional shopping spree, buy that rare gift for our parents.
Everything is noise the nonstop typing, the constant clicks of the mouse, the back to back calls.

When we sit with friends with a drink in one hand and that monstrous tracking device called cell phone in the other we are so lonely while in so called company.

The boss is always right, the client is always right, the spouse/boy friend/love interest is always right and world war three would break out if we would all think aloud for ten minutes.

Amidst this chaos of random things that make up our lives, i have began to ask that continuously buzzing question, what’s the meaning in it all.

I don’t really turn to god in my hour of need, his supplying that rescuing streak of luck' rating sucks!

To make myself useful this weekend i walked into a residential school behind my apartments "Devangiri School for the Blind" and those discolored, disfigured, lost, unseeing eyes saw through me. They felt my face my structure and for the first time in months i neither felt my baby belly nor aging before my time, i felt clean cleansed

Children all shapes sizes and colors are the only semblance of sanity walking this earth if someone would ask me.

Ice candy colored lips speaking a dialect I don’t understand made more sense to me than any descriptive documentation would, pie charts, process flows, excel sheets be damned.

Arms around each other walking in circles, no agenda, no plan of action no growth graphs these miniature angles lifted off all the weight in my heart one ugly stone at a time.

I don’t wanna be the ideal daughter/grand daughter/wife/business analyst/friend/ human being...

I was glad to be the ice cream Akka for 2 hours.