"Wee!!! Look at the cute little hamster running around around in the ferris wheel all around!
Yippee!!! ", exclaimed my little niece in innocent joy.
"Wow!! It can even flip around!! Mum, can I have this one?!!!
Oh please Mum, just this one... I promise to take good care of it!!"
From nearby, not more than an arm's length, the calm yet
jovial eyebrows of a 30 year old Mum hid a disapproving look.
"Dear, you know........well, you know. Hmmm....
Hamsters are great you know..... but somehow..... you know........"
Mum's at loss for convenient excuses.
My innocent niece continued to search for approval from the Mum's eyes.
Mum's time is running out for excuses...... her jovial facial abate for awhile.
in desperation, she answered lamely,
" ........ but somehow.... you know.... the fat lazy cat next door will eat it for lunch, you know...."
Disappointment rained slowly down my niece's baby face.
"Mum, I only want a hamster so that I can free her from her cage.......
She is running around in circles, and she is cute, but really I think she is not happy there being trapped"
Mum knew she did something wrong.........
But yet unwittingly,she did nothing wrong too...........
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We are all hamsters..
We are experts in our daily lives running our own little ferris wheels.
Our little ferris wheel, is what our lives centre around.
Numbing ourselves in a nine-to-five jobs.
Without our ferris wheel, we feel lost.
The ferris wheel takes our mind off things that disappoint us.
Now and then, a kind hearted little girl
will peep into our lives through the display window,
and we will hear her promising to her mother how well she will
take care of us when she buys us.
But, most of the time, we are back running in our little 4 inch ferris wheel.
We dread to stop runnning in our little ferris wheel.
Cos the moment we stop running.
We get time to see our surroundings again.
and we get reminded that we are little hamsters trapped in a cage.
We dread feeling trapped.
So again we run.
Run in our little ferris wheel.
Cos The longer we longer run, the longer we can dodge unhappy things in our lives.
But still, little ferris wheel in it, we blindly run.
And then, another littl girl comes around and tells her mum that
she wants to buy us so that we can be free from the clutches of
the iron cage.
and so, from our little cage , next to our sweet little ferris wheel.
We dance.
Freedom is what we seek from our slavery to the ferris wheel.
Freedom to roam the big world out there is what we want.
Oh Little hamsters, imagine all the food out there in the world, we can munch.
Little Ferris wheel, this is really what we want.
To leave you behind, and to explore the real world, savouring big big buns.
Little Ferris wheel, the whole wide world out there is what to us must come.
And so we were set packing,
and soon the little girl got sick of us.
She delivered her promise.......
and out of the cage, she let us run....
free from slavery of the iron cage, we run.
and as we run, we knew that we are joyful, in multiple tons.
And far from the ferris wheel, we look back and glance.
The whole world is so big out there,
no one can ever stop us from running to wherever we want.
Our ambitions are so big, that we feel noble just thinking about them.
and as we sniff our way to venture beyond the big hall door to the
garden outdoor.
our excitement overflows.
The doors are not closed.
we run.
we run.
for freedom's sake we run.
until the paws of the Fat lazy Cat from next door, come thrashing down
in killing speed.
Our freedom. Shortlived.
Ferris wheel, to forsake you, our lives gets cooked faster than we can shout,
"this time, foolish big time we are done."
