what are u thinking?

The trip home, using the common mode of transport known, has been an interesting one. At a certain distance which one crosses everyday. he finds something peculiar on his way. He observed that the region is cut-off of electricity. The darkness has embraced the 3-dimensional space, revealing another world that co-exists with the living world but renders only for the eyes of the beholder when he wishes to see and realize the existence of such a world - that makes the unstoppable time pause a while. As long as the electricity is out and as long as one wishes to stay which, inevitably, is in the hands of the person that drives the mode of transport.

The ceiling fan revolves, the idiot box spits out arbit words, the tired soul rests itself on the soft mattress. The eyes stare at the blank roof for as long as there is energy to keep its activity alive and running. The eyes decide to shut for a short while. The entire world appears to converge onto the box - frame by frame. The frames are moving at an unimaginable speed, impersonating real time scenario. The sound which accompany the mobile frames emit from the speakers, travels through air and strike the ear drums, reverberates. Its never made any sense. How different would it be today? The sound of silence is what is respected and absorbed.

The soft cushion absorbs the negative energy from the worn out body. The cerebrum is shadowed with dark clouds, clouds that mean no harm, perhaps, no purpose, no intention. The absorption allows the soul to plug-in to another world. A world defined by rules. Rules set by the species plugged-in. A world where rules are not meant to be broken but its existence defined by a purpose. A purpose very well understood and given shape. Imagination - not merely a word but that transcends the boundaries set in the real world. A world without language or any mode that presents mode for understanding. A world where one has to be self and an existence of an unseen bond between the environment and self. An understanding which does not require a sign language or an utterance of a single word. A perpetual harmony found without even having a thought for searching for one. Who wants real world? Break the shackles of reality, acceptance of everyday affair, traditions, responsibilities, monotonous existence and human attributes that fuel these. Stretch - beyond the known limits of existence. Rules that allow you to jump from mountains -arms wide stretched, pierce through the clouds and lets you land unharmed - you knowing this before you took that jump. Imagination crossing boundaries ever known. let it see. let it feel. Rules that defy existence, rules which hold meaning only for you. Get lost in the unknown. Let it absorb the fear of something going wrong after a prolonged good time. Fear of bad times to come after the bad times that you have faced. Of the fact that you have been convincing yourself- that good times roll after bad times. A perpetual craving to the right to be in the world you belong to. Not that you feel left out by this world but that you want to stay away from the world of realities.

The eyes open to find the roof in front. Realization of the real world cannot be evaded no matter how much you crave for another world. your world. Natures' rule does not grant you that but interestingly lets you imagine it.


PS: Am I in trance?

It serves right...err. at times

I asked my roommate if we could go and get some alcohol(here after referred to as alco) for the hungry soul. he agreed. The very subject prompted me to write before i get some of the liquid into the body.

The consumption of alco has mixed effects which is to say its both advantageous and disadvantageous. The limit, of course, decides. However, i could, specifically for this post, think of only one. I'm not sure if pro and con of drinking could be clubbed - after having crossed the mark of sanity which inevitably is a result of exceeding one's limit.

After breaking the shackle, one's tends to talk freely. Free talking here would mean crap or something that bothers him, his opinions on issues which might falls more in the realm of stupidity or something serious - very very serious. But he talks. The talks sometimes are accompanied with excessive gestures. Now, whats the state of the person who has become 'the' victim of this lost drunkard. who cares? The guy is talking and he wants to talk it out but has no clue where his point is leading to. This is what happens most of time when you see the individual be himself. Bring out the stupid side of his which one tends to ignore or never even realized the existence of such an attribute. At times, the true things come out. At times, the crappiest things come out. At times, behaviors that were never exhibited are rendered. if carefully observed, its shows the advantage of drinking (from the view of the victim) but the results for the drunkard be quite humiliating. Having lost his consciousness and having spoken out crap after crap without the knowledge of having said so only to find out next morning from the victim that it was said so, can, quite have a jarring effect. This, apparently has to side with 'disadvantageous'.


Interestingly, alco consumption cannot be ridden off unless the doctor terms it as a habit that has the potential to end one's life - thats called self-destruction.

Nonetheless, i shall go and have one now. But let me stick to the better side of it.

The road to nowhere!

Twilight embracing the evening space, clouds having a time with their presence over the head and crying their heart out like the brainless characters of sas-bahu soaps, people rushing past to occupy seats for themselves and their 'dear' ones for the cozy ride to home from a remote place. Amidst these people, we have our friend Fred-e walking with his music plugged-in while the entire 'cloud' family continues to cry and shed their tears over him. Fred-e gets into the bus and to his astonishment, finds a seat. People rush past him and observes that no one is willing to sit next to him and guess what he thanks the passengers for doing so, letting he and his backpack occupy the respective seats. Meanwhile, it seems like a severe tragedy has struck the 'cloud' parivaar. How did Fred-e know this? they were crying heavily which led him to conclude. He found it hard to figure out the nature of tragedy and felt it would be a secret buried for eternity.

The driver starts the engine and the bus comes to life, ready to leave its stop. Fred-e wasn't sitting on the seat close to the window and since no one chose, he decides to shift right leaving his backpack to occupy the other. Fred-e clears the moisture off the window to have a look outside with his music plugged-in listening to athlete, eric clapton, queen and other singles. The surrounding was gloomy and Fred-e hated that, Fred-e loves rains back home but for some absurd reason he hates it here as long as there is nothing to take his mind away from the gloominess. Fred-e was watching the rain pour down heavily and looking how potholes rendered their service as water container but of course, the water never to be used for meaningful purpose(s) known. Fred-e had a flashback of the times gone by. Football in school, watching a picturesque view of nature and also remembering the pretty girl once upon a time he had a huge crush on. Well, that seems so pointless, the time is gone. There's nothing you can do about it Fred-e. Everything is just a memory now buried deep in the neurons and perhaps decide to come out of the casket on the days when the 'cloud' family members come out in open and shed their tears. Fred-e has been criticized by his colleagues for his addiction to his music gadget but Fred-e doesn't bother about it because it's he and only he who knows how it kills his boring time and prevents him from being morose while others choose to be silent and work non-stop. Fred-e finds this amusing but understands it. All the thoughts rush thro' his mind and decides to give it all up and talk to his friends in other places.