The 3rd wheel
Im just done reading this book 'born confused' , about a young ABCD (american born confused desi) who's too indian to be american and too american to be indian. tough huh. the book ends with her finding comfort and stability in being what she knows best, just herself.and not worrying where to categorize her identity. anyway, there's this particularly nice line in this book whereby her best friend asks her, "who needs a 3rd wheel?"...and to that she replies without hesitating, "a tricycle". That gave me a nice warm feeling..there's something so incredibly soothing about a sense of belonging.like the feeling u get when u've completed that puzzle and everything just fits.
It's not nice being a 3rd wheel..particularly if u know ur still attached to a bicycle which is never gonna be a tricyle...or maybe it used to be a tricycle and now it has to become a bicycle..and that's just the way it should be.
So waht's the 3rd wheel to do...when all that is so near, seems so far away..
perhaps the 3rd wheel has to realise that it's a wheel in its own right, one wheel...perhaps the 3rd wheel isnt the 3rd wheel afterall, but the 1st wheel (only wheel?) in a unicycle or the other wheel in a bicycle.
Whichever the vehicle, whichever the route, the wheel has just one role...it's got to roll.
:s
riiiiite .............
and that sounded so lame and reduced the entire effect of this post that was meant to be serious and pensive. but these things happen, and as i type this now, amused as to how one word changed the entire mood of the writing, and even my own mood, i realise its important to take a break from taking life so seriously, taking ourselves so seriously, all the time.
Applies to humans and yes, wheels included.
'Aria' by secret garden's 'dawn of a new century' plays in the background for the umpteenth time. *basks in it*
Was gonna end off with 'roll on' but that just reminds me of deodrant. So i shall leave this,at that.
It's not nice being a 3rd wheel..particularly if u know ur still attached to a bicycle which is never gonna be a tricyle...or maybe it used to be a tricycle and now it has to become a bicycle..and that's just the way it should be.
So waht's the 3rd wheel to do...when all that is so near, seems so far away..
perhaps the 3rd wheel has to realise that it's a wheel in its own right, one wheel...perhaps the 3rd wheel isnt the 3rd wheel afterall, but the 1st wheel (only wheel?) in a unicycle or the other wheel in a bicycle.
Whichever the vehicle, whichever the route, the wheel has just one role...it's got to roll.
:s
riiiiite .............
and that sounded so lame and reduced the entire effect of this post that was meant to be serious and pensive. but these things happen, and as i type this now, amused as to how one word changed the entire mood of the writing, and even my own mood, i realise its important to take a break from taking life so seriously, taking ourselves so seriously, all the time.
Applies to humans and yes, wheels included.
'Aria' by secret garden's 'dawn of a new century' plays in the background for the umpteenth time. *basks in it*
Was gonna end off with 'roll on' but that just reminds me of deodrant. So i shall leave this,at that.
posted by Kumari | 3:01 PM
2 Comments:
eh eh eh
the tricycle joke was funny.
when we were kids. we used to turn over our bikes so they'd rest on the handlebars, and then we'd turn the pedals with our hands and pretend that the turning wheels were ice-cream machines.
so there yu go, maybe the wheel is also a pretend ice-cream machine.
hehehehe
so spastic.
I think the wheel wil gigure it out soon. It's at the figuring out point in its life.
roll on.
yogaj,
this has been THE reassuring statement of the month.really.
it is the figuring out point.there's hope yet eh..?
thanks dudette.
epi
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