simmering pot...

I am sitting at the airport right now waiting to take my flight to Kolkata. Among the many things that I am doing right now out of sheer boredom, is thinking. And my mind is strange so when I think, naturally the thoughts are equally bizarre! Since it is 3.30 in the morning, a lot of people have decided to park themselves on the chairs and sofas here. Some of them are sound asleep! That made me think. I was thinking about dreams.

It is a weird thing…when one sinks deep into the lap of slumber, the subconscious mind takes over. Abstract thoughts rise and fall, sometimes without us even realizing it! A long and defined dream is rare…at least for me I guess. It is amazing how dreams transport people into a land they haven’t been to before. There are places, people, incidents which might have never happened but still appear during slumber time. The indigenous mind conjures up images rising completely out of figments of imagination. And interestingly, if the dream is about something that has never happened, at least until now, then the faces of people who form a part of that dream are generally blurred or not seen at all! Pretty much like a suspense movie where the identity of the protagonist or antagonist is not revealed until the end. It looks like the viewers will just see the face but then all of a sudden…the scene changes or is cut. The same holds true for dreams too! A glimpse of a hand, clothes, body…but never…or at least rarely the face.

But there is something that is even more difficult to understand. That is, the occurrence of incidents that a person had dreamt about or visit to a certain that appears in a person’s dream but he or she has never been there before! It has happened to me and hence I guess I am all the more freaked out by it. I went to this certain cathedral when I had visited Goa for the first time. Now, since that was my first visit to Goa, needless to say, I had obviously never been to the cathedral before! Still, as soon as I was there, I instinctively knew the way around and which door led to which passage. I know it sounds creepy but I am not making this up. It was absolutely like the cathedral I had seen in my dream! In the dream, I was running away from something and had sought shelter in the cathedral. What I was running away from, where I had come from, where I was headed, who was I in the dream…I know nothing. I just remember having explored the cathedral in the dream and even in reality, it turned out to be absolutely the same! The whole place had a feeling of déja vu. I have heard people say that dream arise from whatever the person thinks about throughout the day or just before falling asleep. Going by that, many times, I tried to think of things consciously just before I fell asleep, but there were times when the dream and what I had thought about had no connection at all! So it is about thinking of something or thoughts popping into the head unknowingly from which these dreams stem?

I am no doctor and neither am I a person who has mastered the art of interpreting dreams. In fact, I don’t even know if every dream has a meaning but the truth is…dreams are, at times, inexplicable! No logic…no reason can fathom the unfathomable depths of the human mind and considering that these dreams arise from this very mind, they are equally mysterious! Tell me, how does one explain a dream where a person sees an unknown entity and finds himself or herself in active conversation (either hostile or pleasant) with that other person?! Now that I have written about these thoughts that were on my mind, I don’t know what I will dream of when I fall asleep next…which maybe on the flight! On a lighter note though, I guess the dream will be pleasant if I fall off to sleep on the flight because I am going to meet little T after a long time and she has been on my mind a lot…both consciously and I am sure…unconsciously. The ceaseless chain reaction of thoughts in my mind is unstoppable but I guess my laptop’s battery doesn’t have enough longevity to keep pace. What I want to say is that the indication of low battery is on and hence I have to end this piece here.

I hope I didn’t scare you with this piece because that wasn’t the intention. I was just documenting what was going on in my little brain. Sorry if I did give you a jolt. Really. Anyway, I hope you liked it and now I shall switch this off and get bored once again, thinking of crazy things. Will be back soon unless, of course, the flight crashes and I perish…

If that be the case then I just want to wish all of you a great Christmas and New year.

Adios.

A mere cog-wheel

It is a huge machine, this thing that I am stuck in the middle of. All I do the whole day, ceaselessly, is rotate. You may miss me effortlessly if you just glance at the machine but hey…look closer…here…on your left bottom corner. I am right here. I exist though I may not be the single most imposing thing in this huge heap of iron and steel. But I want you to know that I do exist.

How long I have been here, I do not remember. How much longer I will be here, I do not know. The only thing I am sure of and the only piece of truth is that right now I am here. Ignored, forgotten, fatigued and unappreciated. That was my life till recently. But one fine day the simmering pot of patience boiled over. It happened when an operator kicked me! I understand that I am made of metal and am seldom noticed but being kicked isn’t the best of feelings.

So I decided to rebel. I stopped rotating. I just stopped. As a result the machine didn’t work any more! Everything came to a standstill. Work froze. Suddenly everybody realized that I existed and all attention was diverted to me. People started fussing over the fact that this little cog-wheel was just not ready to budge. Some even screamed at each other. Sheesh! Humans!

When forcing proved futile, the humans resorted to coaxing and oiling. I love the taste of that delicious machine oil, especially that one that comes in the red bottle and so I wasn’t complaining. A little cog seldom gets a chance to be the center of attention! After I had had my fill of the oil and attention, I decided to give in. It isn’t true when people say that things made of metal are heartless. In fact, that is a blatant lie because we have hearts that are softer than the ones humans have. So I started rotating again and life was back to normal. For a few days, people were careful not to tick me off again but now, once again things are returning to the way they were before the mutiny. Looks like I have to get back to repeating what I did!

I don’t have a problem but there is only one thing that’s bothering me…is a mutiny, a rebellion the only way to make oneself heard loud and clear? If that is true, then it is rather sad, isn’t it? I will leave you to ponder over it in your free time.

Adios.

Wilted Flowers

In the garden blooming with flowers
I was walking one day…
In awe of nature’s diversity
When my eyes came to rest upon them

Wilted flowers they were
And they stared at me blankly
Clearly out of place they were
But that look on them I can’t forget

“Why are we here?” they seemed to ask
A question I found impossible to answer
In the midst of the colourful array
A bunch of wilted flowers…

Once they too must have been in bloom
Bursting with colour
Brimming with fragrance
But today they stood like corpses

That time couldn’t come back
The days of their prime
The wheel had spun already
And that reminded me of you

The time we were together
Those few days of bliss
And today though you reside in my heart
A long distance has put us apart

I wish the clock was
A slave to my whims and wishes
But alas it isn’t
And I have to wait for the right time…

Days, weeks, months…
How long it will be I do not know
But I watered those wilted flowers
In the hope that time flies by….

chomp chomp...

Hello everyone!

I am back again to chew your brains. Chew them nice and slow and carefully so that it is easily digested because after all, I am not a cannibal by nature. It will take some time for me to get used to the dish on the menu called “Human Brain sans Spices”. Yeah I know the dish sounds crazy and complicated but then…the brain IS a pretty complicated thing, isn’t it? On the other hand, I myself have a tiny little brain which sometimes is incapable of processing information and deliver and hence I have to make up for it by chewing others’ brains and adding them to my stock. Pure business…nothing personal. :-D

But what surprised me the most was what some of my readers said. As it is, I was pleasantly surprised to know that people do read this incomprehensible rubbish that I write…as in they have the time to do so but what surprised me even more was the fact that they wanted more of it! Believe it or not, some of them actually asked me to write more often because they like reading my blog. The capability and capacity of human beings to indulge in self torture amazes me! But then again…if it wasn’t for readers like them…my blog would have just been another wandering webpage in cyberspace! All said and done, I thank all the readers who have read my blog and continue to do so. It feels nice. Now, before I get swayed by my emotions and start crying out of joy, let me move on…

I have been doing some thinking to kill time. I write this blog for myself. Crazy, irrelevant, good or bad…whatever it is, I write it for myself and hence there is no fixed guideline to guide it. But I was thinking of giving it a direction. Sarcasm and stupidity come to me naturally. I was born sarcastic and stupid I guess…but then that will be quite a combo won’t it? And all the readers who have the patience to sit through it, most probably because of the lack of anything better to do at that point in life, probably do so because my posts don’t follow the rules of demand and supply and I guess people do want a break from the monotony of life and these utterly insane pieces I write provide that. So I guess somewhere, unknowingly I AM following the rules of demand and supply my filling up the gap. But one earnest request readers, please leave your comments on the posts because I get to know that someone has read it. Feels nice you know? Specially for someone like me who writes for the bread, butter and other dishes that make up the meals. Oh, and that does not include the dish “Human Brains sans Spices”.

One thing I am certain about. I have a strange life. At least strange enough to weave it into a story and make a movie out of it. Now the movie sells or not is my lookout. But experience has reinstated my belief in the fact that strange stuff does sell and indeed…it sells well! And I can be a serious threat to Albert Einstein sometimes due to sheer presence of intellect! I will give you and example so that you understand it better. But do not…I repeat…do not laugh at it. Shut your nose, choke yourself, bury your face in the pillow or bite any part of your body to stop yourself but DO NOT LAUGH. I mean come on, just because you are intelligent, you do not have the right to make fun of those who lack it! Anyway, one fine day, I had to scribble something on a piece of paper because I was thinking of concepts and I couldn’t find a shred of paper…let alone a whole sheet. I looked everywhere but I couldn’t find any. So guess what I did? I took a blank printout. Yes, if you think this is funny, then you haven’t heard of what people around me are capable of. Another not so fine day, this other friend of mine was sitting with me to wrack his brains for ideas when I suddenly saw a flash of wisdom in his eyes and thought he had come up with something amazing when he looked at me and asked me a question that left me staring at him…blankly. The question was…when a hen lays an egg, does it grow in size between the time it is laid and the time it hatches? Some people surprise me even more! While I was in college, we had gone partying and there were ten people. Four couples and two singles. One of those singles happened to be the hopeless me…and the other was a girl. So circumstances forced to pretend to be a couple. So far so good. Then this so called female partner of mine decided to go on an overdose of whatever alcoholic beverage she was drinking and needless to say, was sloshed. She sat behind me on the bike (yes, I am so poor I can’t afford a car…can anyone donate one to me?) and I was riding slowly to prevent her from falling off because she was sleeping (I mean SOUND ASLEEP) with her head resting on my back. Suddenly she woke up and said “don’t worry…ride fast…if I fall, I will give you a missed call and you can pick me up!”

I told you my life is crazy! Ok…now I will not give you an overdose of my insanity and my life lest something similar happens to you. Besides…I have a little work and I am bored of writing this piece. For those who think I don’t work…I DO! Though I agree it is rare but I do. And if you liked this one then leave your comments. I promise I will be back real soon.

Adios.

Why doesn’t God pay taxes?!

(This piece is not written with the intention of hurting the sentiments of any ethnic group, religion or individual. It does not have any blasphemous intention either. It is just an attempt at harmless humor. Though, if it does hurt anyone’s sentiments or feelings, then I do apologize and before I begin…I would also like to extend the apologies to God himself and hope He takes it with a pinch of salt.)

Once again, my little T forms an inspiration for yet another piece of creative nonsense. An attempt at humor…but pointless nevertheless. The only thing this piece has to offer is a little bit of entertainment to anyone who’s bored in life.

We (little T and me) were talking and during conversation one of us just happened to mention how God must be amused and entertained by our story. And I am sure that ours is not the only story. There must be plenty more across the world that keep Him entertained. “The world is a stage….” this thing written by Shakespeare doesn’t hold so true in anyone else’s case! But then…for such top class entertainment at all times across various genres and time zones…shouldn’t there be an entertainment tax levied on him?! Then again, believers all around the world put forth their offerings in cash and kind to Him and that should attract an income tax, shouldn’t it? I mean…no offence but I am just looking at it from the point of view of a mere mortal who pays his taxes and has seen people pay taxes for income, entertainment and services which are of far inferior quality! Then with just top of line the line stuff…why are the taxes exempted?

The reason I think, is the fact that nobody in any revenue and tax department around the world has the guts to actually send Him summons for evasion of taxes and besides…the other problem is…what address does one send the summons to?! Though suing Him for evading taxes IS a solution since all lawyers apparently reside in the Devil’s domain and Lucifer definitely will be more than willing to help but the risk is that he may ask for the person’s soul in return. Not a cheap bargain now, is it?! In any case, I really don’t think mortals would want to sue God and risk enraging Him.

Hence He remains untouched by law…safe and secure from any legal action. I guess this is just one of the many fringe benefits of being God but I guess considering the amount of hard work that it takes to play God, this kind of leeway can be given. What do you say?

Adios.

may he rest in peace

When first I saw him he was

A little fur ball…

Black and white

Drooping ears…a nose so wet

He was named Chess

And as time flew

Into the family and in size

He grew…

Each morning he woke me up

As he snuggled into my blanket

His curly tail wagged with delight

Every time I came home!

With a grin on his face

And undying enthusiasm

He hunted insects…

Or at least tried to.

Corn and mangoes

Where things he loved

Besides chewing on his

Plastic toys…

Unruly he was

A real brat at times

But nonetheless adorable

With mischievous eyes

To spin around

And try to hold his tail

Was how he tried

To express his anger

Home was his kingdom

No part unexplored

He the undisputed king

Loved and pampered by all

But one fine day…

He decided to leave

Everyone stunned…

He left forever…

No time to prepare

For the sudden shock…

Not a chance to see him

For that one last time…

Now as he lies in his grave so deep

I feel he will just jump up barking

Come wagging his tail once again

Or maybe…I will have to just wait

For the truth to sync in…

my version of anti smoking...