Small fry

Remember that time?

You are born into a middle class home. You start to grow up normal. You have to go to school. You form habits and hobbies. You are so carefree. Remember those long and lazy holidays stretching gloriously ahead after the school year ended?

You start degree college at around age 18, just as the rebellious, self-conscious and confused teenage dragon in your tummy begins to quiet down. You cram stuff just before exam day until your brain sizzles. You give presentations and submit assignments. You participate in inter-collegiate festivals. Remember when your team won first place?

You sharpen your flirting skills. You fall in, out and back in love. You hang out with friends day in, day out. Remember that shit movie you all sat through, passing comments and hooting loudly, that awesome conversation over that superb cold coffee on hot summery nights…

You give interviews or you plan for future education. You jump in as a fresh-faced young employee into the workforce. You take your first whiff of the enticing smell of money you earned. Remember that gift you bought your loved one with your first pay check?

You bang your head against the wall over pushing deadlines and costly mistakes at work. You get married. You ‘settle down’. You call someone else also ‘mother’, ‘father’ and it does not seem strange at all. You buy a home. You buy a car. You have babies. Remember the first time you held your little ones?

You are responsible, you are cautious. You have too much to lose now. You watch those versions of you and your plus-one grow up fast. You watch yourself grow old slow. Remember picking out and holding up that first white hair?

You yearn to play…with your grandchildren. You remember your childhood fondly. Finally, you want to go to sleep…forever.

That’s who you are, you ordinary human being. You are small fry.

[(From the dictionary) Small fry – adj\ˈsmȯl-ˌfrī\ – meaning: minor, unimportant.]

Small fry wriggle through ordinary, powerless lives as BIG and awful things happen. Remember that time?

Bombs were blasted at busy places. Scandals were exposed. Poverty ridden farmers committed suicides. Women were assaulted. Wars were fought. Earthquakes caused tremendous damage. Terrorists struck. Holy people foiled the public. Helpless settlements were plundered. Tsunamis surged. Protesters were shot …

Small fry digest daily news and mull over it. Small fry post Facebook updates about it. Small fry take up heated discussions on the internet.

Small fry feel the pain
Small fry hang heads in shame
Small fry boil with anger and disdain
But all small fry can do is wring their hands in vain.

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About Dancing Fingers Singing Keypad

This blogger is someone whose fingers itch to dance, coaxing the keypad to sing. For years, I kept saying that writing for me was a mere hobby. And then, just like the lead characters of a typical romantic movie it finally dawned upon me just how much I love this form of art and how I simply cannot live without it. And then we lived happily ever after ... or tried to, for isn't there the following saying? “Writing is torture. Not writing is torture. The only thing that feels good is having written." Originally from India, I reside in California, USA with my husband and little daughter and work as a software engineer. (I’ve got to be practical, the aforementioned love of my life doesn’t pay for food yet and it doesn’t hurt that I enjoy computer programming.) With the title loosely inspired by the Oscar-winning Chinese film “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon“, this blog, “Dancing Fingers, Singing Keypad” welcomes viewers …err… readers to savor the performances of its “characters”.
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3 Responses to Small fry

  1. aditi says:

    That is so true.. we all are the same.. Even the people who lost their close ones, or travelled by that very route everyday… started living their everyday ordinary lives the next day!
    And people raised to the spirits of Mumbai!

  2. Jay says:

    Hey DFSK, it’s so true and something that is even more disheartening to know is the fact that what you have described is what most people die trying to achieve…
    Heck, I’d even say that the “normal” life dscribed above is a distant luxury for a vast majority of those on earth. Hence, it is that much more important for us Small Fry folks to step up and try to make a difference in one way or the other… I don’t know if I am going off the topic, but seriously, if people who have such well-off lives cannot make a difference to “those times” when disaster struck, imagine the “smaller fry” who are struggling to get “promoted” to the small-fry status!! Hope the “medium fry” and godwilling the “full fry” (ha ha!!) read your post and do something!!

  3. Chetan Mehendale says:

    Absolutely spot on – small fry indeed we are, and we end up spending our lives trying to either change the smallness or the fryness. 🙂

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