Nascent and foreign

There exists a magic in being unfamiliar. A sense of quiet satisfaction as you stand at the corner glancing at the large boisterous group, chuckling over subtle concoctions of humour and derision of fellow members. Oblivious to the world around yet somehow intent on making a mark on drooling "wanna - be"s. Its those 15 or more minutes of glory making you proud of your coal black eyes, your seemingly crisp facial features and your indomitable charm and grace. Its funny how predictable human responses can be! Those alien to the same group have a the same sense of blazing glory and nose full of ego, convincing their heart with a staunchly adamant brain that their feeling of envy is illusionary. Some indulging in excess to promote their sense of acceptance in society with unacceptable acts worthy of condemnation. Beauty and pleasure in being a mute spectator to the daily working of the universe where our stupid actions and holistic observation form the microscopic elements of the drama we call life. Entertainment, it seems never needed electricity ;).