Playfulness goes begging

A lithe, beautiful yet lonesome beggar approached me. She hesitated a little, then shrugged it off, the hesitation, and asked for alms, now since she asked for alms in Hindi there was no possibility of her mispronouncing it and me getting an opportunity to take the conversation in another direction by mistaking alms for arms. I regret it and hence appears in my head an opinion that hints somewhat towards the need for literate beggars. Anyway, so as I said a lithe beautiful yet lonesome beggar approached me. ‘can you spare some money’ she asked, again you see had she asked the same question in English I would have got an opportunity to make it rhyme, my answer I mean. So another pang of regret was about to strike when I reminded myself that it was becoming a little repetitive like this narration.
‘No, I can’t, I don’t have enough, especially when it comes to having enough to be able to part with some’ I replied. She stared back at me upon hearing the answer as if she was exploring the possibility of any need to pretend having not understood it, but she didn’t anyway, so she didn’t need to do much and continually persisted. ‘For god’s sake, in his name, he’ll bless you’ she added.
‘hmmm’ I looked back at her all the while resisting the temptation to make a smart remark as a remark is as smart as the other person makes it to be, with beggars such possibilities are negligible. With beggars you can either have yourself insulted subtly or be engaged in an exchange of words that is not only inconsequential but also endlessly painstaking.
‘hmmm’ she looked back at me.
‘hmmmm’ I looked back at her.
‘hmmm’ by now she had almost given up as she sniffed a level of playfulness on my part. And when I sniffed that she had sniffed, I tried to smile and moved to kick start my bike. Now if you have noticed at moments like these there is something that is highlighted. A most obvious difference between beggars and others. Others have a tendency to react at playfulness, beggars don’t, they are too focused to do that, so they just move on. And she did. Such indifference towards possible opportunities to turn a situation into a joke hurts.

Cleverness

A clever man’s urges took control of his cleverness once and it seemed like he had lost it. But then he found it again and realized that it’s the urges that need to be taken care of. ‘Cleverness has its own advantages’ he thought and a wrought iron rod that stood in front of him in the form of a support pillar suddenly held a resemblance to that figurative pillar of strength he had been hearing about for a long time but had never had the chance to experience or witness. And witnessing this entire episode stood another clever man, now this second man was so clever that he was almost modest about his cleverness. ‘Cleverness has its own advantages’ the second man also thought to himself. Now if we realize that both of them had the same thought at the same thought we might be made to think that either they were that clever or cleverness also has a pattern. In either case our opinion won’t matter much as matter does what energy permits. In fact matter exists if energy permits.

                Across the road on the sidewalk lay a dog, who till some time back was intent on chasing a female dog. He had been made to rethink about his intentions simply because he, it so appears, was not in his own territory and his act clearly was a product of urges at the expense of cleverness. But intent was intent and hence only subsided after some wounds were sustained and some avoided only because of him coming back to his senses. Both men presently looked at the dog and despite the fog they could clearly see that hogging all the limelight in their own washed up eyes was presently a dog who till some time back was acting not so cleverly. ‘cleverness saved him today’ both of them thought and that at that moment seemed like a clever opinion but since it was more obvious than anything else, one could also establish that if we equate cleverness with practical the very obvious conclusion can be that obviousness at times compromises the value of cleverness.

The Door

The sketch I did today
Was a mere reminder
That I could
And so it finished
As it started

Shadows bore witness
To the light there is
Beyond the door
Left ajar and aching
For decisiveness

So when I drew
Mere lines  drew
For if nothing else I could offer
In the name of what I asked for
The door is there
one way or the other