Pls Papa....

Simmi: Sam, Are you educated ?
Sam: Of course I am..

Simmi: Do you love your family.... your wife....your little girl... ?
Sam: Hey what type of questions is that...Of course I do

Simmi: Do you wanna die soon ?
Sam: Why in the hell I wanna die soon...

....It was a bad dream. Sam woke up with a heavy head. His soul (Simmi) was a lil nasty today in the dreams. But why did Simmi ask these stupid questions..Anyways it was a dream. Sam had to start his day. Sam lit a Marlboro classic from the classy case his uncle gave him last Sunday and started planning the whole day. A long list of appointments, meetings and conferences was waiting for him.

The day was long. Some short smoking breaks were the only oases he found in the dessert of meetings and appointments. With a slow and heavy gait he walked back home. But a sweet hug from his little 8 year old kid was just like a liter of redbull for him....

Kid: Papa, teacher gave me 5 stars today
Sam: Wow...That's great ! But for what ?

Kid: For the essay homework......
Kid: Shall I read it for you ?
Sam: Ya sure sure..sure...

Kid: ..."Pls Papa"
Sam: What ?

Kid: That was the title of the homework that teacher gave..

Kid: My papa is a big man. He works in a big office. Papa's car is red.
My papa has a laptop. Papa's laptop also has "Tom and Jerry" inside it. mmmm....then..a..a...aaa

Sam: Ya ya go ahead sweetheart...

Kid: But I don't' like papa's cigarette box. It shows the photo of dirty dirty lungs. Teacher says cigarette is bad for papa's health, for mummy's health and also for my health. But may be papa's teacher didn't tell him this. Papa, pls stop smoking cigarette. I promise I will give you my chocolates. I will not eat all the chocolates alone. I promise I will not ask for more toys. I will daily brush my teeth. Pls Papa...

With a choked heart Sam went to sleep and Simmi started again....Are you educated ? ...Do you love your family.. your wife....your little girl... ?...Do you wanna die soon ?

Simmi prays to GOD

Sam was somehow not feeling good today. He didn't like this smaller cell, which he has to share with many others. He didn't know any one in the cell and there was little place to move around. He was born in a small cell and was in a cell through out his life. He used to think often..."Am I supposed to be always in a cell or did I do something very wrong to earn a place here......".

He loves the man in red, who gives him food every day. But today no one gave him food. "Hello oooo...anyone there ???.....I am hungry...." Sam yells....

Aha here ends the wait. The man in red arrives. But hey...No....No....plssss...where are you taking me...Its hurting me...Ok I will not yell for food...

Leave me...hey this place is stinking....why there is blood around....mmmmm...Am I going to be killed ??? No...he will not kill me....he feeds me everyday...

And then..the next moment..with a thud sound Sam's head is chopped....oooooooo....skinned is pealed off, then the hands...the legs....

Sam loved himself very much...His soul (Simmi) will not rest in peace.....

Simmi started the espionage on Sam's body.......They have wrapped it nicely. They are taking it some where. May be out of the city.....away from the police. But no....its going to someone's house. And then Simmi hears this..."Honey I got the full chicken, please cook your special recipe for the dinner tonight..."

Simmi was shocked.....confused......how is it possible ? In the soul's class we were taught that the human being is the highest body a soul can take. Human beings are intelligent, righteous, sensitive and they understand others pain. Then how can a human being kill my Sam......that to just for the pleasure of eating. Then they are as good as the animals in the jungle......

Simmi prays.....Hey Lord ! Don't make me sit inside a human body ever......

Lets give his lines a sense.....

Rahul was in his early teens
Picking around bins

Daily he watches school going children of his age
But his day starts and ends in garbage

One day he picked one pencil from the bin
Some absurd lines were the maximum he can draw

Will his lines ever get a meaning
I think he has a long wait

We have to shorten his wait
Before its too late

We have a task at hand, that's immense
Lets join hands to give his lines a sense...