As I sat in the Metro today, twiddling my thumbs,
my wandering thoughts set me to wonder:
If I got one wish to be what I wish to be what would I wish to be
Hmmm, may be an ant. These rice-grain high creatures,
fascinate me. I remember, even as a child I could for hours on end just
continue to watch the long scent trail following two-way traffic rules to the
't', with no road dividers, while heading with a single-minded purpose. The
miniscule black head stores a baffling sense of mapping the sites of interest,
direction and location that would put any GPS to shame; their sense of discipline
& orderliness could train our military and sense of smell could outsmart a police dog.
Though, how I wish they would harp for keys, mobiles and eye-glasses as much as
they do about food morsels. It would be so easy then to just follow the trail and
Voila! How, just nothing escapes their eye is baffling - in no time the ant-scouts
gather their platoon and set off on their padyatra
with single-minded dedication and devotion. On the way more and more keep
joining in and falling in line as they head to their destination and then do a
'U' turn with their loot balanced on their backs to take back to their nests to
feed their baby ants. Ant colonies do complex decision making and logicism with
diminutive uncomplicated brains, I must say.my wandering thoughts set me to wonder:
If I got one wish to be what I wish to be what would I wish to be
They would do marvellously well as instructors, military
commanders, teach common man to form a line and stand in a queue while going
about their business in their quiet industrious way with no collisions, crashes,
snatching, road rage. Tiny as they are, we can learn a lot from them. They can
make the mighty elephant do a tango.
But, then do I want to get trampled by mortals? Penny for my
thoughts! Just think of all those wonderful inherent skills and talent trampled
in a fraction of a second. What a waste.
I don't mind being a chimp. In fact, I would love to ape, mimic,
tease, run away with people's belongings and sit on the bonnet of the car to
comb my hair and admire myself in the side-view mirrors of the best of luxury vehicles.
However, the thought of eating ticks and lies disgust me, so I guess, I would
have to let go of this desire. Mischievously yours!
Would I wish to be a giraffe? Why not, then I would stand
tall and be a master of all I survey. And quite like the idea of my
polka-dotted body. Though on second thoughts, I prefer a black & white
striped look, and be a zebra, unless I am embarrassed - then, of course, I would turn red, black and white all over.
Elephants, hippos, rhinos, no way! I would be perpetually on
crash diets. Just think of those kilos & kilos I would have to shed to
reach size zero.
Bird with wings to soar and fly. Total bliss! But, eating worms. Eeegadh!
I could be a tree, provide shade, do my bit towards global
warming but I will have to give this too a pass as the very thought of all kinds
of nocturnal creatures swinging, swaying and hanging upside down from my limbs
would send shivers down my trunk.
Butterfly? Pretty, no doubt!
But do I really want to be featured on Page 3 every day socially? Nah!
The blaring announcement of my stop approaching brought me
out of my reverie!
I guess each one is perfectly imperfecto in their own little
unique ways and it's best to live in your own skin.
I would like to share Doris Day's beautiful song and its lyrics which sums it all up so
beautifully:
Que Sera Que Sera
When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here's what she said to me.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
When I was young, I fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows, day after day
Here's what my sweetheart said.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will I be
Will I be handsome, will I be rich
I tell them tenderly.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here's what she said to me.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
When I was young, I fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows, day after day
Here's what my sweetheart said.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will I be
Will I be handsome, will I be rich
I tell them tenderly.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
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Songwriters: LIVINGSTON, JAY / EVANS, RAY
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., JAY LIVINGSTON MUSIC, INC.
Songwriters: LIVINGSTON, JAY / EVANS, RAY
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