Nemo's Rebirth

Once upon a time, the world really was an oyster for a little fish. Swimming in its little fishbowl, it thought it was a part of the open seas. The finger swirled whilpools, a raging tempest. The tiny flecks of fish food, giant sized manna from heaven. The crack in the bowl a little gateway to another world.The light bulb sunlight nourishing nothing more than the imaginations of its soul. Its staionary friend, the plastic plankton, stubbon, unyielding, resolute and stable, against the weekly change of the waters.Then, the bowl broke. Little fish dies, the soul free. Its time for rebirth.

Precious Lies

Precious kept repeating her lie to herself. Twice on waking up and thrice after each meal. Soon Precious’ lie became the truth.

The sonorous lie made life beautiful. Bearable. The lies had their own melody. Soon, it was on her friends lips. Precious soon forgot that the truth will come out. Precious please stop singing your song.

There are still people who find you precious, Precious. Change your song. Not for me, but for them. Change your song, and the world will hum along.

Nothing Like Mother

As I started my evening walk in the park, I found a little puppy following me. The poor thing was quite a sight as it kept trying to keep pace with my brisk rhythm. Its head was a bit too heavy for its tiny weak neck, constantly falling to the jogging track and tripping the rest of its clumsy little frame. Clumsy. Hmmmm clumsy…. Clumsy! A good name for this little pup.

As I walked on I tried to understand Clumsy’s fascination for me. At first I couldn’t, but then a theory started to rise like the sun over Antarctica. My heart leaped up at the possibility – maybe I smelled a little of our own dog and this pup could get a whiff of a doggy smell from me. So, it is probably confusing me with his mommy!

And it kind of made sense too.

Which is why I guess it is seen that most men fall for women who in some way remind them of their mothers. And the ladies go for mates most like their fathers.

This probably works for most of humanity as a positive natural instinct. But, hasn’t quite worked for me. This time around it’s going to be someone who is nothing like mother…

Sunbeam

A little beam of light escaped through the thick curtains. The little beam was totally unaware of its surroundings or its power hence.

Sunbeam pierced the belly of the darkness like a Jedi Laser Saber going through a very soft victim.

It danced on the eyelids of possibility. Eyes blinded by darkness and despair.

Suddenly, to the eyes every thing looks different. It sees the light.

The gloom recedes a bit.

Sunbeam enters the eyes.

It’s the sparkle that they never had before.

Was It the World’s Best Date?

On Friday I went out on a date after a long, long time. And boy was it great!

It was unusual and great at the same time. It was at a Barista. And what did we do? We chatted nineteen-to-a-dozen and played Scrabble!

Barista didn’t have a Scrabble board, so we went out and bought one. Then, making ourselves real comfortable with our coffees, we started playing.

Soon, another couple walked in. They enquired of the management for another scrabble board… only to be informed that the couple in the corner playing scrabble had brought in their own board! So, this couple too went back out and returned with a scrabble board 20 minutes later!

Forty five fun filled minutes later we see a third couple going through couple no 2’s motions and returning with a brand new scrabble board of their own!

At the end of three hours we walked out leaving 4 other couples playing scrabble and sipping coffee!

In case you want to know who won – well I did. And so did the Galgotia’s outlet! I don’t think they have ever sold 5 scrabble boards in a span of 3 hours – EVER!

I think I could get used to this girl. Actually I feel I might just get very addicted to her!

The Milk of Human Kindness Sours . . .

Stand up tall and stretch towards the heavens. Yup, stretch up, on tippy toes. Breathe in, the sour milk smell of humanity.

All of us culprits. Each of us, oblivious to the stink that we're spreading, like we are to the stench of our own fart.

Go on, cheat away.
Pay bribes.
Use up more and more electricity.
Burn more fuel.
Use paper.
Civilize the wild.
Increase the herd of cars.
Cheat on your husbands.
Cheat on your wives.
Overeat.
Smoke.
Drink.
Spread an incurable disease.
Get that new mobile.
Take longer showers.
Waste the water.
Waste the food.
Waste the blessings.
Waste everything.

Go on.
No one’s watching.
Smelling neither.

Ta

She got stuck in my throat. After a couple of years of tentative occupancy in my heart, Inevitable finally decided to up and leave last week. She slammed heart’s door hard and took the straight and really narrow route out – through the Adam’s apple.

She got stuck in the gale of emotions swirling there. Inevitable has always had issues keeping time. So, in character, she made a late exit. A few minutes earlier and she would have made it without getting stuck.

Now Adam’s apple is a small place. So, with Inevitable’s massive baggage it was quite naturally a tight fit. With the gale catching more and more momentum, I choked.

Each and every bit of baggage drumming its weighty mass in the throat. In code, awakening certain neurons, drumming up a weird chant, rousing ghouls that were once real feelings.

And then the bell rang. The gale stopped. Inevitable left. Empty heart, I trudged the broken road to a cab stand.

I met Inevitable again today… she had her aunt Sullen with her and Uncle confused. In a weird way I made peace with Inevitable. No more storms. The rickety door in the heart can expect softer handling. Hopefully. Maybe. Someday.