Monday, 3 September 2012

To whom it may concern



6th July 2012

It was all happening in slow motion. I felt like tumbling down the hole of uncertainty with the usual questions again getting replaced. The movie “The watchmen” had forced me into introspection. Was I the only one who was thinking? Or are there millions of me who went through the same thought road as me?
A sense of urgency has caught hold of me. Somewhere deep down inside I always felt the feeling growing. In my sane mind I would have laughed at the following line:

“Where are we going to?”

There are people who have questioned the same already. Why are they still so unheard of? Are they so not sure of themselves? Have they already found the answer and waiting for the world to know that by themselves? Why, in the middle of my sweet life, I still yearn for something more. The “more” being something which has no form, no shape or no kind of its own.
There is this vacancy in my dreams that keeps on haunting me yet I don’t know where to run to
An average human being: They grow, they realize what they want to do with their little world, they have dreams, some want a lifestyle that keeps on motivating them to work, steal or anything. Some people just don’t get to see the in their own perspective at all. It’s easy to get fooled by such distant dreams.

“Where do I put myself in?”

I don’t have a dream.  I don’t know what future holds for me. The only thing I have always wanted was to make myself get heard, get noticed, giving people another possibility of living life. And if you are wondering what that “possibility“ would be like. Seriously, I don’t know what it is, because, I am taking the crazy path for the first time. I believe hundreds of thousands of people would have stepped on something like this. Are they still around or did they lose themselves in the wilderness of uncertainty.

Something that I did learn from my 20 year experience, “The humans judge their lives in terms of their emotions”. “You are the only one who knows how your life has been”

When, you see death approaching, you look back. If you see all the happy memories rushing back to u, you realize you had a very good life. And then you make peace with death. Or else if you have dreams, wishes still fresh, and that you wanted them but couldn’t, u just don’t get the peace  when they say “rest in peace”.
And as the comedian says, ”that’s the biggest practical joke we always get tricked into-life”
As we believe and as they say, the big bang started it all. The “all” refers to a series of incidents leading you to read this article. That “all” has no significance unless someone acknowledges it. The Big bang, the stardust, the star, the fusion, atoms and den molecules and the matter as we define it  are nothing but that “all”. And then the life forms start creeping in. The life forms until the humans came were just Darwin’s puppets, not intelligent enough.

“What do we observe??”

We observe that we were a miracle, a chemical reaction, a compound that knew how to sustain itself, and which had a probability of occurrence equivalent to one in a billion or even much less than that.
“How was that possible?” “How did something with that little a chance take place?”
Some people say, “It was God”. Some people never dared to think. Some never asked themselves. Some people are too engrossed in their fight for survival that they have a billionth chance wandering into such distant imagination.

I believe in something that can’t be given any form. There were a billion worlds that got destroyed in the meantime just that there were no “beings” to acknowledge them. For us to end up here there were a billion universes which got destroyed. I say that was the miracle of life, and a billion universe was the price we had to pay for it. The physicists call it “theory of parallel universes”.  

“What are we getting to?” “Where is the future leading us to?”

I don’t know, it’s a one in a billionth chance of me stumbling upon the answers right now in my mind. This is where I leave for the time being.

Wandered-lost-crazy

Thursday, 16 August 2012

None of your Concern


Its 1415 hours. A lazy afternoon and I want to do something constructive. A damn nagging pain in my groin, thanks to the international football match I played yesterday. A few flies caressing my skin already. A heavy diary making me change my posture every five seconds. And when the people of Africa were complaining about no rights and no water, I found the stupid ravens cawing in their wilderness, a bigger concern.

“This” word and the full stop of the last paragraph were written after a gap of 2 minutes in the meantime of which I arranged the table and the chair, threw away the clothes of some stupid jerk who left them here after the last night’s party and got myself finally settled. (Damn, the pencil lead had to get over right now; I know some geniuses are trying to figure out that it was a mistake on the part of the writer talking about a pencil when it’s a softcopy) I put on my specs and check myself in the mirror.

“Do I look like a scholar?”

I was the third best in my school, managed 89.6% in my higher secondary, got into the thirteenth best engineering institute (NIT, Rourkela) and currently in the final year of the prestigious “electrical engineering” department. For an average student in a middle class family in India, life is too tough. So I did a pretty good job in academics, the mango-people thought. My parents thought I was destined for divine ingenuity and that I am ruining it with my carelessness. The best that some kind-hearted friends thought was that I am the dark horse yet to be unleashed. The professors don’t care to notice me. I am now the 63rd ranked student in a class of 83.

“Damn, what makes a raven caw?”

Career was always too hot to handle. And I could not help but notice how much more cawing can the ravens do before they realise they should shut-the-f*ck-up. And now I wonder about the answers that I can get from these ugly scavengers that my “electrical engineering” based career could not give me. “I am hungry, Feed me, feed me, feed me” said one “Hey miss, I am horny. Are you? ” said another.  “I am a dumb raven, and I caw.” And the thought “crowish” extermination flashed. All I want to do is the mass murder of the raven species until extinction.

“What do I want to become in life?”

How could I murder, exterminate or even hurt ravens when I am such a patron of green-earth revolution. No matter how annoying they are, but they play a very important role in the I-don’t-know process. Yes, an environmentalist, I feel would be the best thing for me. What about the CAT book on the table then, shouldn’t I be preparing for that now? The weather is perfect for football, and besides playing will increase my fitness for the Air Force. And who knows that someday there would be my posters instead of Steven Gerrard’s all over. “But I have a lot of ideas, ways to make profits and a lot of money” said a miser in me.  Damn, the documents of me being an efficient “electrical engineer” are yet to be arranged. But I love the history, the geography, and I am decent with general knowledge, CSAT shouldn’t be difficult for me. Hmmmm, I just want to exterminate the ravens for now. God-damn things, how can they just caw so much?

1430 hours. A lazy afternoon. It’s just 15 minutes now from the time I started scribbling.

“Do I want to do something constructive?”
Naah, let’s just go to sleep. 

#lost
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