We often say ‘touch wood’ when good things happen to us. But do we all know the origin of this word?
I didn’t know either until I thought of writing this blog. Ya, Google baba has answers to all our queries.
Here’s a brief insight into the origin of the word. (I am sure you do have 3 minutes more to read this short interesting piece of information.)
So, what about it? Why am I giving you unnecessary gyan? (Thinking out loud, hm.)
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Mask a raid of a masquerader
and it creates a new self:
true identity is soundlessly shelved.
Dancing to the tune of
the cacophonic world,
hypocrisy, cunningness and vices alike
lie hidden beneath some anonymous guise:
powerless and voiceless;
incapacitated to rise.
O! Masquerader, wear a mask.
Subconsciously, for you, it shouldn’t be
a herculean task.
When you need to be
cautious and conscious,
you are unconscious
to the maddening hue and cry
and to the deathbeds where
many relationships lie to die.
But you say,
wearing a mask has become
an onerous task for you today.
You feel smothered and suffocated.
You feel dictated:
It’s just a piece of cloth.
Oh! The irony!