Fingers

Fingers- so important to us, yet so neglected, we seldom do realize their importance.

If only index finger is shown- it can spell eternity to a sportsman and can send him back to the pavallion. Raised in air, it can mean to indicate the presence of the only God, if kept on the lips, it can spread silence. An indelible mark on it can mean we are free and are a part of democracy. It's the finger on which Lord Krishna carried his Sudarshan Chakra and eliminated many evils.

Just next to it is the middle finger, which flaunts an objectionable abuse.

And the very next finger is connected to heart, the wedding ring is flipped into it of all the five fingers.

The little most finger indicates answering the nature's call.

The thumb, can up and cheer the mood, downwards it can boo off. Through it we key-in the mushy, sometimes sad text messages on our handphones. Its suck can make a baby sleep.

Two fingers of the same hand in the air mean victory, two fingers of different hands mean a sixer or a simple gesture of a dance, dance of joy, fun and celebration- the celebration of being alive.

Together, these fingers can make some people express them more passionately.

Holding these fingers we grow up. Holding the tiny ones, we show path to our tomorrow.

They strike the chords, creating music, music that transcends borders. Their right movement on a bamboo stick create percussion.

The gap between them create a space for someone to come and fill in them .. with fingers.

They can feed a hungry stomach, these fingers can show the door to get out, they can slap and punch, they can rise in supplication to God. Blind men's eyes, mute people's tongue.

One day I decide to run them on the keypad like a maestro directing a chorus. A new journey commences ... my blog starts.