Does size really matter??

Aah! Interesting topic eh? But one wishes to deviate from the oft referred-to context and to expand the scope of this topic.

You may wonder how one thought of this. It so happens one was entrusted to purchase a very expensive farewell gift, and after scouting a few elite establishments (which one is not privileged to otherwise due to monetary constraints), one fancied purchasing a crystal turtle (supposedly a lucky charm to good financial luck). The article had a small turtle perched over the shell of a larger turtle. Both turtles had black stones for eyes. It dazzled in the light, but it was tiny - only 3 inches in length and 2 inches in height - and it cost a (whopping) 1600 rs. One decided it was ridiculous and decided to seek other options. One was disappointed to find cheaper replicas that oozed cheapness – with uncut, unpolished and unruly finishing. One had to embarrassingly fall back on the original choice. So did size matter as compared to the sentiments? No!! Small was good. It looked royal. It looked regal. It worked!

One can speak from experience too, one being a little over 5 feet. One is short and stout, but one has the energy of a tiny fire cracker! One can run errands the whole day or scale mountains, all with astonishing vigour and yet when let up in the sky, one lets out all the shiny sparkling colours that lights up the velvet sky.

One remembers Taekwondo tournaments that one used to play. Anyone tall would be intimidating and self-doubt would creep in. But once in the arena, one displayed talent and skill and most often one would emerge victorious. Height, which one thought to be a short-coming, turned out to be one’s biggest weapon, because the advantage lies in being short - the shorter one is, the faster one’s legs can score.

One always wished one was taller, but then one must always remember –

Good things come in small packages
The rest are all wreckages.
So all u short people hold your head high,
Look people eye-to-eye
And say it out loud,
Say it like your proud
“It doesn’t matter what you call us..
Coz its you who has to adjus’
It’s you whose head is bowed down
And eyes lowered to the groun’
When you talk to me,
Aka shorty, teeny-weeny or tiny!”