I don't belong here

A bright blinding light hits your eyes, and whoosh you find yourself in an alien
place. You know if you relax down for just a few seconds, you will find out the
answer to the questions in the mind. But alas! the mind, the mind which has seen
those endless bollywood movie; how can it possibly miss such a chance to ask
the ultimate question:

" Main kaun hoon?"
" Main kahan hoon?"
( All those who aren't familiar with these Godly questions of bollywood movies
here is the interpretation - Who am I? Where am I?)

This is just another race, no let me try a better word - species, of people. They are constantly doing this thing which blows out your senses. The eyes are totally engraved into these thick bundles of sheets made out of the wooden pulp. All these sheets have something tiny scribbled on them. There are some fancy structures made out of lines.

The voices all sound familiar but the things they are talking are again some alien language. The only explanation possible is that they are talking about those scribbled things in those thick bundle of sheets.


So what is someone like me doing in this world of alien thoughts,activities and
talks.[** Creep by Radiohead ~ I dont belong here~]

Probably it is the cosmic conspiracy. I am sure someone is doing this experiment and is very keen on seeing the observations and the results.

One guy would come and start speaking in that unknown language. All others would nod their heads. This must be to tell the speaker to go on. And so would he. The times creeps....creeps.....I think the poor snail would travel few miles in this time. Surprisingly, someone from the listeners would suddenly speak something and the speaker would stop. And once again he would speak...

The time comes and the speaker is finally tired of speaking. No! I think the program completes itself and it has timed out. The group of listener starts moving towards the bunkers. Once again I can see those bundle of sheets lying everywhere.

My head hurts. The nerves scream out loud. It seems it would explode. And my brain would be nothing but a chunk of innumerable small pieces.

I wake up again. Blurry vision...One of the listener is again looking into that thick bundle. I move around the other bunkers. Some more of those listeners are here. All into bundles....bundles ...sheeets....sheets!

"...But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here.........."