Who's on the line, sweetie?

The raging wind is acting in madness out of a sudden.
Blowing the housetops forcefully and sending bangs of the door.

I began to follow the similar madness.
Mad at about everything that has to do with life, especially me which is a life.

It is not impossible to ask what identifies you, here on earth, yes, on earth.
Heaven cares your identity the least but you know the earth doesn't act that way.

What is your worth?
A gem? A baby? The desirable ? The 50's greatest man/woman list?
Listed by Forbes? Fortune 500? FHM? AskMen?

Where do you live?
What type of property you purchase/invest?
Posh? Elite neighbourhood? Or eww...slum? Worst - homeless?

What do you do vs How do you do?
What's your paycheck? Packed with fat or slim in figure?
How many zeros you've got in there?

We began to identify ourselves along these veins.
Our validation comes from ????
Bingo if you answered "Others".

I took a walk under the dark sky and singled out the three big factors which the world uses in the identification department - money, intellect and beauty.

If you have any of these in generous amount and quality, you could made an easy ride on earth. Almost.
Oh, never mind if you cut others' line and gain them shrewdly.
The point is - get it or get lost.


All of us know this fact , a somewhat cruel fact that I have to tell my kid that "this is it".

Who dialled our line, sweetie? 
Fame, Power, Wealth, Beauty, Seduction, Temptation
Anything but the real thing, mommy.