Just as usual I am again infront of you, but in contrast to my earlier verbalizations I am not here to shake you with heavy indigestible philosophical cerebrations. I will tell you people, my dear friends; a short love story. The fellow beings in this anecdote are not humans but two silly germs. Through this recital, I want to avow to the world that not only we bipeds but also each and every living creature ranging from the gargantuan blue whales to the microbial amoebas have a cute loving heart and with your silent assent I will guide you directly to my story; an unwonted duet.
This is not a fictional account of some intriguing events occurred in some parts of the globe but a real mind-blowing incident that happened in a disheveled canteen plate which resembled a rectangular foot ball ground with some four small circular swimming pool like pits beside the main rectangular crate. As if to accompany the main rectangular crate it was also having another smaller dimple on its left side which almost resembled its main counterpart. The smaller pits were used for serving some liquid dishes called curries and the main crate provided space for the major members of the contingent including chapattis, rice, dosas and even uppuma. Various visitors like some saadhams also rarely occupied the central portico on some blue moon days. The prodigal fact about our canteen plate was that it was having two skins- one the accumulated dark and dirty black outer skin and a steel shining inner skin. Thus in this aspect our plate was in contrast to those humans with shining exteriors and dark mind. Because of the very good cleaning which was done daily, the dullness of the plate increased day by day and the steely shine is almost beyond our ocular reach.
There lived two germs in the hostile corners of that canteen plate and fortunately or unfortunately they were of the opposite sex. . As they were born and brought up in those corners, it was like their own home and the accumulated black dirty food waste which painted the corners provided a friendly milieu for them. They started their journey of life together and were travelling through the spring of teens. At the midst of this journey, by the laws of nature which are the hardest to refute, that ravishing feeling of love tied them together mentally but not physically. As days progressed they wanted to come closer and closer and shift their residence from the inimical crannies to anyone of it. After lots of mental calculations they selected that cranny where the female germ was staying as their future nest.
The male germ decided to travel across the central crate diagonally to reach their dream home. But only after starting his journey he realized one thing, the path through the crate is not easy. The oil from those food materials occupied the crate was still persisting there and its smell is unbearable even for him. As he plants one step forward, he was skidding to two steps backward. Being a hard hearted fan of Napoleon he tried many times and all was in vain. So he changed his path and decided to go through the walls of the plate. Here also the conditions were not favoring his expedition. He was not able to overcome those lofty barriers created by the decayed comestibles. Their disappointment was ponderous and the thought of suicide governed their brains but nothing negative happened. Finally the virile told, “We shouldn’t give up. As we grow up we will get more power and strength. Then we can easily cross these barriers and can unite. Let’s ‘Live and Try’. That should be our mantra.” Days progressed they became stronger but even then they were not able to cross those barriers because the obstructions also grew larger and their dreams remained dreams itself.
The need of an alternate plan was an urgent demand of the situation. They thought too much sitting opposite to each other without sleep or food and finally the couples arrived at a wise yet risky solution. The virile explained the plan to his mate as follows, “Let’s wait till tomorrow’s lunch. Then some unfortunate man will come to have food. When he puts chapatti in the plate, I will try to walk over it and will come near you. Chapattis will surely provide a smooth path for me without any slip. Let’s pray for the successful fulfillment of our wish.” The female germ tried her best to revoke her soulmate from that dangerous attempt but her attempts were useless infront of his love. Next noon arrived and as planned one unfortunate man came to have food and instead of chapatti he took rice only. But our hero was not ready to look backward he jumped over the rice heap and started climbing the heap towards his destination. The nooks and crannies in the heap made his peregrination difficult but he covered each inch with courage and at this time his female partner was there in silent prayers. However he climbed up to the peak of that heap and assured himself that the difficult phase is over and the rest he can cover easily. He was having a sigh of relief but before completing that sigh the worst thing happened… The strong hand of that unfortunate man took our virile along with a fist of rice to his mouth and the hero was swallowed!!! While passing through the oesophagus to the stomach of that man the male germ shed some tones of tears and finally died. The sight was an ordeal for his mate. She gave a loud cry which reflected in the walls of the plate and bounced back as some thousands of echoes. She herself changed into some white ensembles resembling a widow and is still staying in that dark corner. Days have been passed; but even now that unfortunate man is continuously vomiting and someone with a device called stethoscope hanging in his ears have diagnosed the disease as Cholera…………
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Blood of Magnetism………….
As an Electrical Engineering student and as a lunatic fan of Michael Faraday; the phenomena of magnetism and electricity were always hunting my introspections. These mysterious kids were consistently irritating my innerself and the baffling kinship prevailing between these dauntless duos made me an insomniac. The mischievous couples played too much on my tensile trunk and never spoiled a chance to give me a gentle shock saying that “little madness persists there in your brains”. But for the efficacious fulfillment of my genuine goal; I endured all these tribulations. But there was an incident which made me pensive; it was nothing else but a dream which I will reveal before you people…
Just as usual it was a tiring day for me and the fact that the day star is about to rise from the briny made me rest in the hands of Morpheus. I can’t recall when it happened but someone called me in that drowsiness. When I woke up, I saw a man standing in a devilish wardrobe, with glazing looks and hands akin to an iron rod. In his thunderous voice he asked me “What will happen when an outlander swishes a morsel of iron through your flesh?” “A jet of blood sir!” I replied hastily with a frozen voice in. I didn’t realize relevance of such a question in that circumstance. But the clandestine fear in me made me answer at a rate of knots. I felt; someone is playing a fret with my vocal chords and my whole body was shivering like a leaf, accidently caught in a tornado. He placed his heavy hand on my shoulders and told me “Don’t worry. Nothing to fear. I am your friend only and am here infront of you to say my story. I want to articulate it to somebody before my death.” This gave me some relief although the chillness of his palm was penetrating my puny nerves.
He started the recital and acquainted himself as Mr. Magnet. He was there in this alluring sphere right from its origin and has one companion whom he admires as his best friend and his name is Mr.Iron. They were like mind and body and were very arduous to part with. But the scene changed abruptly by the advent of a new species called the homosapiens. They influenced Mr. Iron and transmuted him. Now Mr.Iron is not in good conjunction with his fellow friend and also whenever he gets a chance he will hurt his soulmate by shedding his blood. Blood!!! I was surprised and asked him; how a magnet can have blood? To this, I got a shrilling reply;” Are you thinking that only you people are having blood and heart? You know, the Electricity which you get by cutting the magnetic field with iron; it’s my blood. You people have not only parted me and my friend but also made him my butcher!” After this, what I heard was a long howl followed by a deafening noise and found the behemoth gentleman on the ground taking his last breath. I had a terrible jerk and fell to the ground with a loud cry. I found someone touching my cheeks and calling me and to my surprise found my father there in front of me who was not there in the scene till then. To clear my thoughts he sprinkled some water over my eyes and I realized that I was there in a dismal dream.
After waking me up my father went back to his bed. I found lonely in that leeway. The silence of that dusky night was shaking me as a whole and that yowl from those mischievous frogs made me close my ears. But all these time, I felt someone heaving me down. Is it the earth’s magnetic field or Mr. Magnet or both the same??? I was pensive for a while but inorder to relieve me one was rotating over my head consuming that blood of magnetism; Mr. Fan.
Just as usual it was a tiring day for me and the fact that the day star is about to rise from the briny made me rest in the hands of Morpheus. I can’t recall when it happened but someone called me in that drowsiness. When I woke up, I saw a man standing in a devilish wardrobe, with glazing looks and hands akin to an iron rod. In his thunderous voice he asked me “What will happen when an outlander swishes a morsel of iron through your flesh?” “A jet of blood sir!” I replied hastily with a frozen voice in. I didn’t realize relevance of such a question in that circumstance. But the clandestine fear in me made me answer at a rate of knots. I felt; someone is playing a fret with my vocal chords and my whole body was shivering like a leaf, accidently caught in a tornado. He placed his heavy hand on my shoulders and told me “Don’t worry. Nothing to fear. I am your friend only and am here infront of you to say my story. I want to articulate it to somebody before my death.” This gave me some relief although the chillness of his palm was penetrating my puny nerves.
He started the recital and acquainted himself as Mr. Magnet. He was there in this alluring sphere right from its origin and has one companion whom he admires as his best friend and his name is Mr.Iron. They were like mind and body and were very arduous to part with. But the scene changed abruptly by the advent of a new species called the homosapiens. They influenced Mr. Iron and transmuted him. Now Mr.Iron is not in good conjunction with his fellow friend and also whenever he gets a chance he will hurt his soulmate by shedding his blood. Blood!!! I was surprised and asked him; how a magnet can have blood? To this, I got a shrilling reply;” Are you thinking that only you people are having blood and heart? You know, the Electricity which you get by cutting the magnetic field with iron; it’s my blood. You people have not only parted me and my friend but also made him my butcher!” After this, what I heard was a long howl followed by a deafening noise and found the behemoth gentleman on the ground taking his last breath. I had a terrible jerk and fell to the ground with a loud cry. I found someone touching my cheeks and calling me and to my surprise found my father there in front of me who was not there in the scene till then. To clear my thoughts he sprinkled some water over my eyes and I realized that I was there in a dismal dream.
After waking me up my father went back to his bed. I found lonely in that leeway. The silence of that dusky night was shaking me as a whole and that yowl from those mischievous frogs made me close my ears. But all these time, I felt someone heaving me down. Is it the earth’s magnetic field or Mr. Magnet or both the same??? I was pensive for a while but inorder to relieve me one was rotating over my head consuming that blood of magnetism; Mr. Fan.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Light (Like) Humans………………….
I perceive; philosophers are often called as lunatics even from the age of the great Neanderthal Grandfathers; but the fact that there is a loony in each and every individual made me plucky enough to verbalize my cerebrations. As all and sundry apprehends barmy fellows retort faster and are gratuitous to say or do anything as they like. Just as precedential the idiotic insane in me wants to charge out his feelings first because of his proficiency to counter hastily. I want to speak of Physics first which you think may be irrelevant especially when you realize that my intention is to talk about human mind and the qualities that sets him apart from the rest of the living counterparts. But I say it again as my reply to your funky thought; “A batty can say anything…….”
Bearing your strong opposition, I am into that ramification of science called physics and particularly into that thing which makes you able to see your foes and cronies; the Light. Physics can be termed as the sibling of our forefathers as it marked its birth just after them through the invention of fire. Then Light; which is the kid of fire is our brother and as a brother has many things akin with us especially the quarrelling attributes. There was once incident which made me think about the common relics of us and our fellow brother. Once I was trapped in a brunette borstal and the only hope for me in that gaol was nothing else but that wonder kid of Thomas Alva Edison which will burn only intermittently because of some crooked problems in its nervous system. But whenever it got some energy to glow it made me happy by burning its heart. To my surprise, I thought of that thing only later; the light produced by the bulb in intervals of its short smile is disappearing to somewhere even from that quod without any free openings or elements of glass. That bit of knowledge in me, “Energy can neither be created nor be destroyed” made matters worse. I concluded someone is stealing the hard work of my poor incandescent lamp!
It took time for me to unveil the secret behind the withdrawal of those cheers from the scene. For that I studied about light, its mind and body. To calm your curiosity I will share it with you. Light is made of lots of minute posthaste particles called photons whose continuous motion in a linear passion gives the feeling of a ray or beam! The funniest thing about these flying micros is that; they are not ready to bend around or bow their heads before anything, let it be a voluminous obstacle or a microbial particle. Instead it will try to hit these entities with abysmal velocities. It is this arrogance that leads to its own destruction. Whenever it hits the walls of the clink and other dust particles in the air it utilizes all its energy to counter its self made antagonist. Thus it destroys itself. This made me pensive and the notion that we are also congenial to our poor brother; augmented the state.
Even a new born baby is emanating into this globe with a hand full of unknown friends and enemies created by his predecessors which he will increase in the course of his life to the Elysian Fields. He brawls his whole life with his foes disbursing his whole energy and finally loses his entire exhilaration just as his fellow brother and when he realizes that those denominations like friend and enemies are all virtues he would have almost finished his journey of life. So this poor maniac has only one thing to say to my peers, “please don’t imitate or follow our brother, the light”. Try to learn from him and be humble in your life which may help you to cut down the number of your rivals. Peruse to bend your head before justice and allow your mates to live a blissful life. With love; yours batty…………………..
Bearing your strong opposition, I am into that ramification of science called physics and particularly into that thing which makes you able to see your foes and cronies; the Light. Physics can be termed as the sibling of our forefathers as it marked its birth just after them through the invention of fire. Then Light; which is the kid of fire is our brother and as a brother has many things akin with us especially the quarrelling attributes. There was once incident which made me think about the common relics of us and our fellow brother. Once I was trapped in a brunette borstal and the only hope for me in that gaol was nothing else but that wonder kid of Thomas Alva Edison which will burn only intermittently because of some crooked problems in its nervous system. But whenever it got some energy to glow it made me happy by burning its heart. To my surprise, I thought of that thing only later; the light produced by the bulb in intervals of its short smile is disappearing to somewhere even from that quod without any free openings or elements of glass. That bit of knowledge in me, “Energy can neither be created nor be destroyed” made matters worse. I concluded someone is stealing the hard work of my poor incandescent lamp!
It took time for me to unveil the secret behind the withdrawal of those cheers from the scene. For that I studied about light, its mind and body. To calm your curiosity I will share it with you. Light is made of lots of minute posthaste particles called photons whose continuous motion in a linear passion gives the feeling of a ray or beam! The funniest thing about these flying micros is that; they are not ready to bend around or bow their heads before anything, let it be a voluminous obstacle or a microbial particle. Instead it will try to hit these entities with abysmal velocities. It is this arrogance that leads to its own destruction. Whenever it hits the walls of the clink and other dust particles in the air it utilizes all its energy to counter its self made antagonist. Thus it destroys itself. This made me pensive and the notion that we are also congenial to our poor brother; augmented the state.
Even a new born baby is emanating into this globe with a hand full of unknown friends and enemies created by his predecessors which he will increase in the course of his life to the Elysian Fields. He brawls his whole life with his foes disbursing his whole energy and finally loses his entire exhilaration just as his fellow brother and when he realizes that those denominations like friend and enemies are all virtues he would have almost finished his journey of life. So this poor maniac has only one thing to say to my peers, “please don’t imitate or follow our brother, the light”. Try to learn from him and be humble in your life which may help you to cut down the number of your rivals. Peruse to bend your head before justice and allow your mates to live a blissful life. With love; yours batty…………………..
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Dance of Porcupine…………… (An elegy by a hoary plant)
From the flaring Mercury to the far-flung Pluto this pint-sized sphere is really a secluded alien and the trait that sets it apart from the rest is its flamboyant vegetation and the wide variety of creatures ranging from the microbial amoebas to the Leviathan Blue Whales. This ampleness makes it; the earth a picturesque archipelago in this universe. The one who acts as a chaperon for this vivid and dynamic living spectrum is me, the inert hapless greenery. But instead of all these I am facing an excision and the black hands behind it belongs to the most culturally heaved up (you pretends to be) and intellectually outspoken bipeds, the human beings.
If you trace back to the juvenile times of the globe, we were the preponderant gang and was kind enough to help the factions and the weaker sections of the society. Lots came infront of me begging food and shelter. Your plea was the most desolating to me and I whimpered myself seeing the denuded weak bipeds. I gave you comestibles to calm your appetite and tents
to hangout. I even carried some on my shoulders and guarded from the feral beasts (Now I think they are better than you cheaters). I was the one who sustained your first invention. I was the one who gave you something to hide your nudity. Inspite of all these, what you have done to me???
You stripped my barks off, chopped my peduncles and crushed my saplings and go on abiding all these savageries You Draculas don’t even spare my sap. But still I strive hard to make your existence in this cosmos a secured one. We are sweating hard to give you the breath you want, growing to alarming heights to deliver the food and timber you need and above all stretching my hands wider keeping your Ozonic brolly intact. But you Porcupines are not realizing that your dance not only makes you nude but also destroys other innocent creatures and this earth as a whole………..
If you trace back to the juvenile times of the globe, we were the preponderant gang and was kind enough to help the factions and the weaker sections of the society. Lots came infront of me begging food and shelter. Your plea was the most desolating to me and I whimpered myself seeing the denuded weak bipeds. I gave you comestibles to calm your appetite and tents
to hangout. I even carried some on my shoulders and guarded from the feral beasts (Now I think they are better than you cheaters). I was the one who sustained your first invention. I was the one who gave you something to hide your nudity. Inspite of all these, what you have done to me???
You stripped my barks off, chopped my peduncles and crushed my saplings and go on abiding all these savageries You Draculas don’t even spare my sap. But still I strive hard to make your existence in this cosmos a secured one. We are sweating hard to give you the breath you want, growing to alarming heights to deliver the food and timber you need and above all stretching my hands wider keeping your Ozonic brolly intact. But you Porcupines are not realizing that your dance not only makes you nude but also destroys other innocent creatures and this earth as a whole………..
Garden of Love…………………………………….
I can’t recollect when that balsamic feeling of Love first stimulated in my mind. But I recall when that feelings gained strength. At that time I was there in the spring of teens .The fact that the most important exams in one’s career is approaching were less influential than the reality that I was sitting in a true Garden of gorgeous flowers!!!! It was a garden in every sense; blossoms of all varieties ranging from the dark shoe flower to the pining pink roses.
Among those efflorescent beauties nothing drove its root to my mind. I found myself vapid in that bliss. As someone has rightly pointed out; it was just a diminutive hiatus prior to a bombastic gala. The advent of a roseate Lotus with lot of sap in her stems and smiles in her petals made me topsy-turvy. She entered that nursery as if steered by a gentle breeze and pointing her Petals to the sky for giving reasons for her late arrival. The sky abruptly changed to a devilish wardrobe as if to back her and blessed us with some heavenly drops. Everything appeared good except for me.
What was there wrong with me?? It was only later that I realized that I was deliberately assuming myself, the role of Helios, the Greek Idol. Yeah! The authentic feeling of love has intruded into my innerself. How to express this holy feeling to her? That thought kept me incisive. I was not ready to hand over the errand to some fiddling butterflies. The indefatigable sol in me made me proffer to her. To my flabbergast that gentle arctic breeze which drove her in, came again and made her node her ravishing visage and its chillness made us to interleave each other and as delineated in an Indian drollery our ramble of life has started…….
Among those efflorescent beauties nothing drove its root to my mind. I found myself vapid in that bliss. As someone has rightly pointed out; it was just a diminutive hiatus prior to a bombastic gala. The advent of a roseate Lotus with lot of sap in her stems and smiles in her petals made me topsy-turvy. She entered that nursery as if steered by a gentle breeze and pointing her Petals to the sky for giving reasons for her late arrival. The sky abruptly changed to a devilish wardrobe as if to back her and blessed us with some heavenly drops. Everything appeared good except for me.
What was there wrong with me?? It was only later that I realized that I was deliberately assuming myself, the role of Helios, the Greek Idol. Yeah! The authentic feeling of love has intruded into my innerself. How to express this holy feeling to her? That thought kept me incisive. I was not ready to hand over the errand to some fiddling butterflies. The indefatigable sol in me made me proffer to her. To my flabbergast that gentle arctic breeze which drove her in, came again and made her node her ravishing visage and its chillness made us to interleave each other and as delineated in an Indian drollery our ramble of life has started…….
Bid n Bye!!!! (Autobiography of AIDS)
I am not a trespasser. You haven’t shown a red beacon to me but received me with relishing green light. You have invited me and I accepted it. But now you abhor me. What bloomer have I done?
Someone acquired me with ignorance. Lots transmitting and receiving me with apprehension. Yes I want to say something to you fellow human beings, which I am expressing myself through my autobiography….
In my younger days, I was not there in this Ivy League of fame (sorry, some may say notorious). But I was there with the animals you love, cheer, hate and enjoy with. Some bamboozlers had taken me forcibly from these innocent creatures that carried me without knowing who I am. In those days I enjoyed a lot climbing trees with them, playing with my mates and exploring the kid in me. They didn’t hate me although I carried them to those Elysian Fields which you fear. Those brainless creatures (according to you) didn’t blame me since they may know “It’s his job”. During all these days I kept myself away from your ugly heart, mind and hands.
I think ‘The Almighty’ may also have wished me intruding to the most ill-favoured beast be-got by him. But however you, yourself paved the way for me. I was helpless and started doing my obligation even in the worst milieu I have ever lived. I got wrecked by the smoke you swallow. Momentary madness affected me from the flaw drinks you consume. The germs in your heart and mind were even worse. Even then I didn’t lose myself and was thoroughly focused on my job. I have done many goods to you. Even morally worse people developed some morale just because of towering dread towards me. Although I have consumed some rare innocent faces among you, I helped in improving your social mettle.
Inspite of all these fortunes that I have done for you cheaters, you are trying to kill me and my fellow brothers from this alluring terrestrial sphere. But we know laurel will only be with the ones who back justice. So we don’t expect a annihilation from this beautiful world. But you are the successors of the great Napoleon, you may go on working hard for our eradication. So we fear a wipe out. We pray to God to keep me, this poor AIDS alive on this globe.
Someone acquired me with ignorance. Lots transmitting and receiving me with apprehension. Yes I want to say something to you fellow human beings, which I am expressing myself through my autobiography….
In my younger days, I was not there in this Ivy League of fame (sorry, some may say notorious). But I was there with the animals you love, cheer, hate and enjoy with. Some bamboozlers had taken me forcibly from these innocent creatures that carried me without knowing who I am. In those days I enjoyed a lot climbing trees with them, playing with my mates and exploring the kid in me. They didn’t hate me although I carried them to those Elysian Fields which you fear. Those brainless creatures (according to you) didn’t blame me since they may know “It’s his job”. During all these days I kept myself away from your ugly heart, mind and hands.
I think ‘The Almighty’ may also have wished me intruding to the most ill-favoured beast be-got by him. But however you, yourself paved the way for me. I was helpless and started doing my obligation even in the worst milieu I have ever lived. I got wrecked by the smoke you swallow. Momentary madness affected me from the flaw drinks you consume. The germs in your heart and mind were even worse. Even then I didn’t lose myself and was thoroughly focused on my job. I have done many goods to you. Even morally worse people developed some morale just because of towering dread towards me. Although I have consumed some rare innocent faces among you, I helped in improving your social mettle.
Inspite of all these fortunes that I have done for you cheaters, you are trying to kill me and my fellow brothers from this alluring terrestrial sphere. But we know laurel will only be with the ones who back justice. So we don’t expect a annihilation from this beautiful world. But you are the successors of the great Napoleon, you may go on working hard for our eradication. So we fear a wipe out. We pray to God to keep me, this poor AIDS alive on this globe.
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