Saturday, 10 December 2016

Sickle or coward or simply a crescent


By S.D.Sycther


Sickle or coward call you many many names but I am present is most of the savoir-faires. You can use me for the missions that you don't even know. You can use me for various why and wherefore, right from the cutting of grass or harvests or a hook or ... Can' t dig into the past, anymore. Or you can see me as a shape of a falling moon who has forgotten the promise of reality, who has failed to live up to the expectations of the human race. Or you can tell me the "Id ka chand..." some people call it, by the way. But the shape is fascinating to the mortals. If I am taking the credit for all the services to humanity, I also take the responsibility of killing the beasts of tomorrow. Of course, they were for promoting the law and order. But, still, there has to be the solution to something. Some people's first choice is me. They love me so much that they can't live without me. I am the life and the life is me. They may not believe in their scions but they trust what my stroke can do. Be it the katana or the katta.
"The tractors have come in but I still prefer to write down the scripts with these, because the librettos have given life to this more scripts and more stories. They have been writing our fate since times immemorial. I was 9 years old when my father introduced me to the pen, The techniques he taught me are still being used today, hold it tight, 'grab it by the thumb and slice it down smoothly', and time time time... magic will happen. The crops are ready, man. They are like the ink pen, they come with a feel. They make you self-dependent, they make you liberate. It is the sickle and it is never sick.
And sharpening them is a joy on its own. You have to get the kits in and wear the regular gloves, then like the stone age, rub it off. Rubbing it off against the stone produces the glint of joy as if the sickle loves the feel but not more than me. It is like the team going on its mission to make you great again " A gross farmer, from his finest fields.
But some call me the coward and some 'the destroyer of economies'. I have been associated with the communist countries but this hasn't been a good association. I wasn't involved in the destruction, it was the thunderous policies that were responsible for it. But the capitalists and the west have started hating me. and after the Korean incident, I fear that I may be overthrown as a symbol. I may be called as an omen and the superstitious Americanos will remove me from the map. But I don't want to die too early. Come humans at least do something for "me" if not for "you".

But, I will be the favorite of the middle east, they will never consider me an omen. I am a good sign and they find it a joyful sight to look at, at least once in a year.
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