I am cutting through the wind at break neck speeds. The wind cooling the side of my cheeks. The whoosh of the wind, rattling of the various parts of the chariot, children screaming, the nonchallant chit chat of the people down below are vibrating on my ear drums. Its like a little kid using my ear drum as a trampolin to jump up and down. I am oblivious of all these happenings. I am not worried of the pending work, I am chilled about the voracious todo list, which keeps growing like jacks bean stalk(No pun intended).. My mind is engrossed in its own world, making pictures which will seize to exist in a matter of miliseconds. I sometimes feel, the world is a illusion(aka matrix style) and we are all a part of a huge atom.. And are little electron rotating around the nucleus. Maybe our world is a atom present in a giant ball, which a kid from a giant world is playing. The similarities are uncanny. The switch between the imaginary and real is quick, the eyes closed thoughts seem to be forgotten fast and are replaced with reality of the real world.. Blobs of cytoplasm standing in hordes waiting for public transport that takes them from point A to point B. A mystery which detective moi would like to solve one day.. My point B is Quantum of Solace. As soon as i am done with that, i will think of point C.. Till then chao..
The light seeped in and the darkness was getting covered by light.. The sun was peeking at me from between the mountains.. I shifted my head to take in more of what was happening.. My semicircular vision now encapsulated a meadow, where cows were grazing with chessboard robes. The other side had a lush strawberry fields.. I could slowly feel my feet coming alive and have a sudden urge to stand. My brain starts its engine, doing overtime to figure out, how i lay there at 180 degrees.. With a slightly damaged left jaw. I look around and walk towards my car, parked on the footpath. The keys are still in there. And then, the brain pumps a ton of blood, and it all comes back..
It all started the previous evening. I was sitting on my couch watching the sitcom "Coupling", i was chuckling at Jeffs hilarious attempts to get a girlfriend, when the phone starting crying out for attention. I was miffed, to be interrupted.. I got up to give it some attention.. It was Virat, he had got this passes for a party thrown at Taika (A disc). He gave me the responsibility to call the entire group.. We were around 20 of us. We got there by 8.. Virat was waiting there with his GF. Everybody got in. We got a table to settle down and make some noise. We eased into the place and starting jiving.. The place was hot, Jeff(remember "Coupling") would have stammered and stuttered like a rattle snake before being thrown out.. :)
Virat was dancing at the haunting trance music. I joined the dance floor after chomping into a piece of tandoori.. The DJ was cool. The crowd was hot. I needed to take a break from all the frivolous dance moves. So went to our table.. Virat's GF seemed totally drunk. She looked at me, with a gaze so sharp, a chill ran down my spine. I knew where this was leading to. She started calling me Dangz (A pivotal person from our group)."Dangz, i love u".. And smack.. The next second I looked like a drag queen with lipstick.. I looked around.. Virat was looking right me, with a stare, glaring through me. I was caught with lipstick on my face. The night was literally over for me.. It was almost 5.. I asked Virat, I needed to talk to him. He asked Dangz to take care of his GF (Irony, the police asking the criminal to follow behind with the stolen jewelery) and follow us in his car.. I drive to the meadow on the way.. We get of, I try to soften the blow first. Before revealing the story of the ungrateful GF.. I turn around. The next scene can be described as, a big bag of rocks, comes from the corner of my eye.. Time stands still(Neo style).. Followed by darkness seeping into the light of the world..
Next day we all met up and blamed it all on the intoxications.. And I decided not to interfere into the tridimensional story.. I was Jeffed(Get into situations far out of ones control)..
The conversation that led to the meaning of life.
It started of in a very random manner, but continued to take shape.
Read on
Person A : Harry potter's birthday is on 31st July
Person B: Harry Potter is fictious
Person A : Harry potter's birthday is on 31st July
Person B: Harry Potter is fictious
Person A : So what??!! If u consider that ...then birthdays are also fictious.
After all it just comes only once in ur lifetime. You are just celebrating an imprint of that day
Nothing more to it
Person B: Its actually a day when u try to make sense why u were loaded into this world and what is ur purpose.. Its a day to reflect. Its a day to reASSess.. Its a hope tat you are living one year more. Its a sadness tat u r one year closer to not living.. It stays long after you have gone. And It is nothing..
So harry potter like a birthday is nothing.. He is a figment of our imaginations which wants us to believe there exists an ideal world like the one created in myths, so that we are taken away from the sorry lives we are leading on this monotonous planet called earth, which keeps doing one nd only one thing, tat is rotate round and round and round, and we are like insects swarming this planet.
Person A: Exactly!!
So what makes u think a Birthday is not a figment of our imagination....We were born on a day
that day is long overr...It will never come back
We have just deviced a way ..... in our imagination.......put it in words...on paper
to decide that..the same day will come back...exactly 365 days later..
Person B: It is like a hope tat when the earth rotates and rotates and comes back to the same spot again and again and again.. Our lives will be scrubbed clean on tat day and we started living anew..
Person A: ... That I would say is a figment of our imagination
Its a chance for a new begining, a change ....or rather a way for us to accept change...cos humane mind is a stikler for stagnation...but alas change is inevitable
Person B: Maybe if they throw a lonely human in a walled building and raise him there. He would rotate round and round. Thinking he should copy the world on which he stands
Person A: and will stop every once a year...... to look back....n then start again...round n round n round.
It started of in a very random manner, but continued to take shape.
Read on
Person A : Harry potter's birthday is on 31st July
Person B: Harry Potter is fictious
Person A : Harry potter's birthday is on 31st July
Person B: Harry Potter is fictious
Person A : So what??!! If u consider that ...then birthdays are also fictious.
After all it just comes only once in ur lifetime. You are just celebrating an imprint of that day
Nothing more to it
Person B: Its actually a day when u try to make sense why u were loaded into this world and what is ur purpose.. Its a day to reflect. Its a day to reASSess.. Its a hope tat you are living one year more. Its a sadness tat u r one year closer to not living.. It stays long after you have gone. And It is nothing..
So harry potter like a birthday is nothing.. He is a figment of our imaginations which wants us to believe there exists an ideal world like the one created in myths, so that we are taken away from the sorry lives we are leading on this monotonous planet called earth, which keeps doing one nd only one thing, tat is rotate round and round and round, and we are like insects swarming this planet.
Person A: Exactly!!
So what makes u think a Birthday is not a figment of our imagination....We were born on a day
that day is long overr...It will never come back
We have just deviced a way ..... in our imagination.......put it in words...on paper
to decide that..the same day will come back...exactly 365 days later..
Person B: It is like a hope tat when the earth rotates and rotates and comes back to the same spot again and again and again.. Our lives will be scrubbed clean on tat day and we started living anew..
Person A: ... That I would say is a figment of our imagination
Its a chance for a new begining, a change ....or rather a way for us to accept change...cos humane mind is a stikler for stagnation...but alas change is inevitable
Person B: Maybe if they throw a lonely human in a walled building and raise him there. He would rotate round and round. Thinking he should copy the world on which he stands
Person A: and will stop every once a year...... to look back....n then start again...round n round n round.
