Cracked Pot

“Oh You are a crack pot” ..

Eyes rolled ..hand on hip

And with a huff and a puff

She walks away.

My aunt.. that is.

The Crack pot – is me

I have heard variation of this as I grew up

You must be Mad

Out of your mind

Crazy

What’s wrong with you

And time to time

I sat down

And

Asked these things to myself

And Thought. Deeply!!

And then just got up dusted my pants..

Generally white...

“Oh!!! What’s wrong with you...” I hear one of these voices

White?? Really?? On a wet rainy day??

And my search ..For what’s wrong with me..

Always got me to a confused ..Puzzling. Bewildered

Nothing.

So..then

I asked; when all, do I get to hear this?

When I refused to copy in class 6

When I questioned the pastor..and said I would not say what I didn’t believe in

When I crossed over form one balcony to the other on 3^rd floor..

Because a neighbours’ small kid had somehow locked himself in.

Or

When I advised my best friend in school

To confide in her mother about her boyfriend

When I fought with the ‘management’ of the place I worked in

To stand by one Student ...who was asked to leave because he refused to go by unfair means

When I walked out on a Partnership because I refused to bribe.

Yes..

All those times when I followed my heart

When I was all alone because of what I stood for

When I defined growth as being a happy person and not necessarily more money in the bank.. or more employees

If following my inner voice is being crazy...mad...out of my mind...crack pot

Then I guess

I am guilty as charged

And to think of it..

A cracked pot,

Let’s the light in.

Nourishes the bottom..the roots

Things not visible on the top

Yes.

I am a cracked pot.

And proud to be one.

Rhea D’Souza