What you gonna do?

I was randomly surfing the channels on my television last night. Nothing was on.
VH1 was unclear ( No..My life is not Jhingaalala ! No DTH)..Absurd Movies.... and Channel V and MTV have been sold to bollywood crap.
I suddenly came to channel with a preacher on it. I just thought to listen to him for few seconds. But what he was saying had me totally gripped. Here is what he said...

"A man when defeated,and torn by this world ,by people or his own mind goes for either of these three things...
1.He tries to change himself.
2.He tries to forget himself with drugs and Drinks.
3.He ends his life.
The entire history of mankind says it. There have been great men who have ended their lives..who have drowned themselves in dark world of drugs...."

Tishhhhhhhhh......

The channel goes blank ( My Cable guy...Thank you so much..I need to make my life Jhingalala...Mr.Ratan Tata I am coming for your product)..

But still this was one Powerful, Deep and True thing he said. Worth pondering upon for sometime!
I did.
You may want to do too.
Say what?

Only That.....

He had been happy once.
He had Smiled and He had laughed.
He had felt the pure joys of life.
He had felt the love.
He had been given the love and affection.
He had given it to others.
For he had been away from these maddening crowds.

He had been hurt at times.
He had felt sorrow.
He had felt sadness.
He had been annoyed.
He had been angry.
But it was just 'at times.'
For he has just entered into this maddening crowd.


He was hurt again..and again.
He ran.
He got tired.
He was hurt.....
He was forced and pushed....
For he was a part of the maddening crowd now...

It hurt so much for the first time.
For he resisted and fought back.
All in vain.
He screamed..and yelled....
He threw swears....
He called for the help...
He cried and prayed to the God...
For he was sure HE would help back...
He called and called...


Ahhhhhhh.....
The pain had become unbearable....
Suddenly it stopped.
He wont scream.
He wont yell.


Yes..He was RAPED!!

And after that pain got less..
Lesser and Lesser every time...
And finally ...
it did not matter...
Nothing at all....
For it was all like a Whore now...

Only that he wasnt PAID...
Only that...

Only that it was a Mind...
For he would have better been a Whore..!

On Crack....

He is smiling to himself. A passerby would look at him and give a strange expression. Another passer by looks at him and smiles, for he sees the cellphone in his hand.
He was reading his Sms Inbox
.


He stood in front of a hospital building. He had just got in touch with an old friend he was very close to once. He was texting her and was very delighted. She had become a doctor now. He knew she was very intelligent.

Long time has gone by but she had not replied back. He wonders why. She must be busy.
Then He texted her again, and waited.....
He just happens to look at the hospital building in front of him. And for a moment his gaze seizes at a point....He just saw a familiar outline...
His look has changed...as if he is wearing the UV goggles. He could see Xray images from the walls. It was her...yes he could well make it out from her outline...
He sees the figure looking at something in her hand...and then she shakes her head and then motion of her hand shows she throwing that thing.

Now he understood it all. Why she didn't reply.


Anyways he thinks..and once again he looks at the same building. A part of it suddenly breaks down. It is some floor which was falling apart.
Suddenly dead bodies packed in white sheets starts to fall down..
One by one...
So many...They grew in number....It was like a water fall...
So many dead bodies ..all wrapped up in white...He thinks of making a video..but decides to run away.

He bumps into a lady who asks for his help. He agrees. She took him to a park. It is full of the dead bodies. She starts opening the covers and asks him to do so. The park is full of them.

He suddenly turns around. The dead bodies had disappeared and only few are left.
She tells him to hurry up before they cleaned up the bodies from the town.
A few were left. All in white sheets. Wrapped up neatly.
All looked same.
Same white sheets....!


He wakes up suddenly. His eyes open up swiftly.
He checks his cell phone besides his pillow.
No Messages....!
He tries to get up. He is freezing. The AC...He forgot to switch it off.
As he tries to move..That's when he sees... He is wrapped in a White Sheet...!

Pen, Mind and You!

The Blogosphere is a beautiful place. Many of us spend a very considerable part of our lives in here. We express, We speak, We talk, We draw,We capture, We show, We seek, We help, We get helped and sometimes just stay silent.We like people and they like us. We get connected with others and make friends in a special way.
Here many of us feel understood, when you never thought you could be.

"The pen is the tongue of the mind."
-Miguel de Cervantes

Writing is an invaluable gift God has given to the humankind. And Blogging is like a big add on. I have been here for a while now. I have read you and you have read my pages. Some from a longer tome, some for short. But all of you feel and think something after reading a post. We all do!

The writing tends to say certain things about the writer. Some sound oblivious ,some are seen at times, some are felt..........! The penned pieces of an individual can tell such things.
There goes my question to You all :


What does my writings say about me?


PS : -
("It is not a bad idea to get in the habit of writing down one's thoughts. It saves one having to bother anyone else with them."
-Isabel Colegate
Well I am right now:)...)

The Kool Cafe....

Location : A very famous dhaba on Delhi Highway where My bus halts.
Time: 2:43 Am
Situation: Conductor says bus shall move in 10 minutes.Hurry on!

We skip the idea of food, and rather grab some snacks......

My body reckons my mind - 'You haven't had it in last 24 hours. You need your dose. Its important.Do something.'
My eyes gaze all around, searching the counters, Shelves and refrigerators. This place always had those Nescafe cans. They will calm you down.
'No..No! I can't see them anywhere.'
Helplessly, I ask the Uncleji at the counter for the Coffee can.
He puts down a can in front of me.
What the hell is this? I ask myself.
'Shut up' it says. Something is better than nothing. Take it or you will have them again- the headaches.'

Can reads 'AMUL KOOL CAFE' ( What in the holy hell is this?)
Anyways, back in the bus. Can opened. A weird smell enters my nostrils. It is a shit smell.
'Drink it..Just sip on'.

- I bring the can to my lips and take a sip with my eyes closed.
'Aahhhhhhhhhhh..." I scream.
What the fuck is this thing? It tastes like.....
It tastes like Tonnes of amul butter thrown in Creamy milk with some coffee essence..!

In my whole life I have never tasted anything horrible than this,let alone a coffee.
They so cold " Cold Coffees" made by aunties at home with heaps of sugar and little coffee powder are way better than this.

- My hand wobbles and coffee( or whatever it was) spilled on my cousins handkerchief.

Can thrown out.
A can of chilled coke sipped in to get off the dreadful taste of kool Cafe.
Hanky washed and put in bag.......

Time:10:43 Am
Place: Hotel Room , Delhi.

We both wake up as if seen a nightmare in sleep.
" Whats that smell dude?"
" Yeah ! Holy shit..It woke me up from sleep.It is horrible."
" I know..lets find out wheres it coming from or we will die off this."

Search is On. Found the Hanky.
It brings back the haunting memories of " Kool Cafe."
Lighter taken - Handkerchief burnt to ashes...
Prayers Said.
May God forbid Mankind from the Kool Cafe.....

Amen!

PS: All you Ccd,barista, Mocha, Costa fans who swear on Frappes,Iced cappucinnos etc.. I challenge you to drink this. Yes Challenge!