If objects were employees…
The ability to think is what distinguishes man from Animals. The ability to express is what distinguishes man from non living things, so imagine what if the things around us could talk? There’s already enough talking happening and man is climbing Mount Everest in the seek of peace under the name of sanctity and here we are imagining what do the things have to say about the work entrusted upon them!
Let’s see anyway –
Early mornings are battle between the Alarm clock and that cozy blanket! Aren’t we also pissed off when both of these don’t do their duties well?
While the blanket says with love –
Finally when the Alarm clock wins, we rush to the bathroom and there’s a competition between the taps –
When you can’t find the other socks, it is not your fault altogether, the socks is wicked too –
And in this hurry-burry there’s a wicked corner table waiting to give that first pain of the day –
Once that’s solved, we stuff ourselves with food and that ironed Trouser says –
That’s when we are reminded that Jogging is a must and that mouth watering Mega block of cheese teases us saying –
The office hours, that workload and those On-The-Verge-Of-Resignation meetings happen, we find ourselves in the bus stop where the bus is just missed, but the bus has something to say –
While our footwear has a different story to tell –
Have you considered another trip to the refrigerator? Think again –
And finally when the Internet calls, we just vrrroooommm and then the Laptop acts as your best friend, it supports you even at 3 am, it fights for you with the world (read Clock) –
There are more things who talk to you, did you know the bread slices say ‘Surprise’ before popping up from the Toaster?
Your helmet says – I am your superhero, I make you look good and protect you!
Those dresses in your wardrobe place bets on whom you will choose and ‘Boo’ each other.
Hilariously the Towel asks you – When are you going to wash me? I wipe you dry everyday after bath, am I clean enough?
That poor comb says – One day you are oily, the other day you are all shampooed, and you still want me to give you that non sticky feeling? How?
All this and more, but that floor mat stuck under the Glass top table is screaming to be freed – “Someday they will realise that I was not supposed to bear this heavy weight, but then it will be too late!”
All of them are doing their duties well and have a lot to talk about, but we care only about our feelings!
Our lives are better in many ways, we somehow did not listen to what the tissue roll in the toilet has to say!