Brahmam !

Amor Fati !!

2008-08-19T10:49:00.003+03:00

I am still living, I am still thinking; I have to go on living because I have to go on thinking. Sum, ergo cognoto; cognito, ergo sum. Today everyone is permitted to express his desire and dearest thoughts; so I too would like to say what I have desired of myself today and what thought was the first to cross my heart this year – what thought shall be the basis, guarantee and sweetness of all my future life! I want to learn more and more to see what is necessary in things as the beautiful in them – thus I shall become one of those who makes things beautiful. Amor Fati: may that be my love from now on! I want to wage no war against th ugly. I do not want to accuse, I do not want even to accuse the accusers. May looking away be my only form of negation! And, all in all, I want to be at all times hereafter only an affirmer!

Of Joys and Passions

2008-08-19T07:08:00.003+03:00

My brother, if you have a virtue and it is your own virtue, you have it in common with no one. To be sure, you want to call it by a name and caress it; you want to pull its ears and amuse yourself with it. And behold! Now you have its name in common with the people and have become of the people and the herd with your virtue!

You would do better to say: “Unutterable and nameless is that which torments and delights my soul and is also the hunger of my belly.” Let your virtue be too exalted for the familiarity of names: and if you have to speak of it , do not be ashamed to stammer.
Thus say and stammer: This is my good, this I love, just thus do I like it, only thus do I wish the good. I do not want it as the law of God, I do not want it as a human statute: let it be no sign post to superearths and paradises. It is an earthly virtue that I love: there is little prudence in it, and least of all common wisdom. But this bird has built its nest beneath my roof: therefore I love and cherish it – now it sits there upon its golden eggs. Thus should you stammer and praise your virtue.

Once you had passions and called them evil. But now you have only virtues: they grew from out your passions. You laid your highest aim in the heart of these passions: then they became your virtues and joys. And though you came from the race of the hot tempered or of the lustful or of the fanatical or of the vindictive: At last all your passions have become virtues and all your devils angels. Once you had fierce dogs in your cellars: but they changed at last into birds and sweet singers. From your poison you brewed your balsam; you milked your cow, affliction, now you drink the sweet milk of her udder.

And henceforward nothing evil shall come out of you, except it be the evil that comes from the conflict of your virtues. My brother, if you are lucky you will have one virtue and no more: thus you will go more easily over the bridge. To have many virtues is to be distinguished, but it is a hard fate; and many a man has gone into the desert and killed himself because he was tired of being a battle and a battleground of virtues. My brother, are war and battle evil? But this evil is necessary, envy and mistrust and calumny among your virtues is necessary.

Behold how each of your virtues desires the highest place: it wants your entire spirit, that your entire spirit may be its herald, it wants your entire strength in anger, hate and love. Every virtue is jealous of the others, and jealousy is a terrible thing. Even virtues can be destroyed through jealousy. He whom the flames of jealousy surround at last turns his poisoned sting against himself, like the scorpion. Ah my brother, have you ever yet seen a virtue turn upon itself and stab itself?

Man is something that must be overcome: and for that reason you must love your virtues – for you will perish by them.

Thus spoke Zarathustra.

Attack of the Clones !

2008-06-06T06:14:00.002+03:00

Yeaterday I was wasting my time doing nothing. I was confused and irritated; fretting and worrying; doubtfull and in dilemma; and all these fr nothing worthwile.

I dispised this character of mine and so I sat and thought, framing a big WHY and questioning myself for all th troubles that i 'think' mite happen. Duh. Its such a waste of time !!!! Why think of the future, when its only the result of your present ? Why think of the past, when its just a vague reminder of bygones and yu dont have th power to turn back time.

An idle mind is the devil's workshop.

I now realize I had missed my chance to acknowledge that it was a beautiful day, the sun had still shone brilliantly, and th pitter patter of the rain drops was a refreshing change to th music i normally hear. The earth had spread a mystical aroma of the rain water sinking in...and I now relize...though both glee and gloom wer knocking at my doors, I let only gloom in.

Thank you gloom, thanx a lot. Thanx for making me aware of how good glee was. Thank you for telling me that I should live in the moment and try to enjoy yourself to the fullest without worrying.

Thanks a lot.

When Dreams Speak

2008-04-29T20:15:00.005+03:00

And then, one day he started dreaming.

He felt the cool morning breeze shuffle through his hair; his palms and feet were growing numb. It remained so at a comfortable degree, yet he folded his arms and shrugged, trying to bring in more conscious numbness. He could feel the tender shoots of the corn tickling his bare back and the slushy pathway giving way under each step of his.. Walking through the field, drenched by the morning shower of dew, he felt joyful. He did not know for what, but yet he felt serene and blissful. He was dreaming!

And then in yonder, the golden rays of the morning sun, falling on a cloud of smoke highlighted it and shaped it like (and which smiled at him) a sensuous feminine figure. He quickened his pace to get a glimpse of that angelic pose, but every step he took, he wanted to pause and think of the path he had trodden. Would he be taken for a ride? Would it just be a mirage caused by the senses? Was not the path he was walking, to be finished first? He was dreaming!

With remorse he looked up, as if trying to ask God’s help for solving his dilemma, but more as a trial at evading the misty smoke and the scene he saw. Looking onto the sky thus, he walked, always aware that he did see the colors of a feminine smile. The moon had not yet set, and its sultry rays reminded him of the journey he was to take. It reminded him that he was to reach it, and it reminded him of the stars and the empty magical space beyond. The supreme emptiness was yet to be travelled and discovered. He felt a tinge of fear; a dab of insecurity. Would he make it? He was dreaming!
Further and farther as time went by, he couldn’t help but take a peek to his side…where the clouds had been shaping themselves as a lady. He tried to make himself believe that it was just an illusion. As he looked, he found that the figure was not exquisitely beautiful, but was glowing with a mystical aura. It was still there: the boundaries better defined and the figure much more enthralling. It was pulling him into its grasp—not too near, not too far, but at the same time retreating. He reached to touch the hazy vision and embrace it. But every time he tried, it withdrew by an inch… He was dreaming!

Suddenly, the moon started becoming brighter, brighter than the sun…engulfing everything. It started changing its form, as if swallowing everything.

He woke up.

He was not dreaming. He understood. His dreams were speaking to him.

Ithaca

2008-04-02T11:41:00.002+03:00

When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the angry Poseidon – do not fear them:
You will never find such as these on your path
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter
if you do not carry them within your soul
if your heart does not set them up before you.

Pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many, when,
with such pleasure, with such joy
you will enter ports seen for the first time;
stop at Phoenician markets,
and purchase fine merchandise,
mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
and sensual perfumes of all kinds
as many sensual perfumes you can;
visit many Egyptian cities,
to learn and learn from scholars.

Always keep Ithaca in your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for many years;
and to anchor at the island when you are old,
rich with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.
Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would never have set out on the road.
She has nothing more to give you.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.
Wise as you have become, with so much experience,
you must already have understood what Ithacas mean.

Greek Poet, Constantine P. Cavafy (1911)

Framed !

2008-03-30T11:46:00.006+03:00

A friend, (i havent even seen her, bt once) barely recognizable the next time around, and who calls me 'acs' ...a very mature, very innocent and very true lady, sent me this gift, granting me a 'well deserved happiness'. She once termed it as a 'dedication to the guy who taught her to be good'.

This is what she had said in her email:

hi acs,
sorry i kept it with me a wee bit too long...i was under the impression that u did save it from orkut n then "ahemm" "frame it...that still sounds a bit over the top...still no blockin any of ur dreams acs...dream on...n thanku for the "constructive argument" again...
as for dedicatin to ppl i fight with ...no it is not a style...or even a secret plan at world domination or anything...he he he...well...just that ppl who fight with me make me see things from a different perspective ....n if the perspective is gud enf ,i take it...so i owe them their time...n their ideas into the making of "me" .so as i become a better human being ...in some way...i owe them 'a debt'....n i pay it by makin them "happy" ,a well deserved happiness don't u think? wel...so much for that...he he he...have a gr8 time...

I really do not know if she owes me the so called 'well deserved happiness', for i am not sure what i made her accept through the constructive arguments. But then I should repeat that i am indeed glad that i got a well deserved happines.

Thanx ms gg. Ive framed it as it is wat it rightly deserves ! Amen !

Onam

2008-03-30T10:48:00.006+03:00

I was doin a sort of spring cleaning of my room and my table when i found a old sheet of paper, all torn and with something barely legible scribbled on it. The date on one end read 2nd August 2007. Wth much difficulty i started to read hat it was and understood hat it was an Ode to Mr. Maveli. In another fortnight we had celerated Onam, but i never posted ths anywhere. Lest you be mistaken, this is not a try at creating a poetic magnum opus. Just a few sentences dat i could muster up in my pathetic style. Read on...

Fill our hearts with pride and brotherhood abound,

for in days to see, before another fortnight that pass aroud,

away from a world somewere that none has seen or felt so far,

would he come, our king, spreading warmth as he did in history afar.

The spirit still is felt and never will fade in hearts of toddlers to th ages so old,

with charm, Onam we all call this fest, awaiting a year, braving all hot and all cold,

for always we know he would come again to see us merry, from th youngest to the old,

though to see them prosper, he gave up all and travelled to the netherworld.

Oh soverign! for thou the cours bloom in different flowers around,

amidst dainty damsls clapping aloud, dance the blithe flames on lamps aplenty

happiness that thy seek spreads from door to door like an exotic posy,

from dawn to dusk even the ants and elephants dance gleeful and merry.

A Question on Love

2008-03-10T20:12:00.003+03:00

Oh God,is love not the truth of everything? Is true love, in all meanings interpreted, the pinnacle of all specific emotions, pertaining to what is or was achieved? Does it not have both metaphysical as well as very empirical definitions which those who search for would find totally in congruence?

Am I also in search for the definition of love? Love between two individuals - a lady and a man? Is it by all means necessary, that both of them should be from a totally different environment? Can two, living under the same roof not be in love? Can someone who has lived with each other for a couple of decades be in love with each other? Does love have only one meaning? One definite reason that is being purely sensual? Is what you feel towards your sibling based on such a perception? So if you love your sibling, is it blasphemy of human existence? Is it profanity of natural laws? Is it not divinity personified? Then why, have i never seen people love so, with utter ease? Why have I not seen such an expression for the past years of life? Why never at the least a literary manifestation which has embalmed in itself, such a truth? Are these doubts representing a death of sanity in my soul?

Why do I love my sister much more than I love myself? Why do I think of her more than I do of others in my life? Is it a try of my psyche to balance her with whom I lost? Why do I not find in her, faults or defects similar to those many speak about their siblings? Why am I so very blind and dumb and deaf when thinking about her? Why is it that I know I can confide in her, my most obscene of my secrets without any fear of rebuke? Why is it that I know that I wouldn’t feel bad, nor hungry, nor desirous of her feminity, just because she is a woman? Why do I know that she also feels the same in return? Why do I know that she feels safe within my grasp?

And god answered: “That is love. Not just love, but Divine love.

Hear this, for the beauty of a day lies on the decision you take, your willingness to forgive those who offend you, your desire to tolerate one another and giving peace a chance, and your ability to hold back your anger even when it is imperative to burst out. Those who seek peace will find harmony; those who seek wealth will find riches; but those who seek Love will find everything. So choose right. For on the canvas of eternity, I draw with the colour of love”.

Ode to a Woman

2008-03-08T11:33:00.006+03:00

Woman, I can hardly express,
My mixed emotion at my thoughtlessness,
After all I'm forever in your debt,
And woman I will try to express,
My inner feelings and thankfullness,
For showing me the meaning of succsess,

Woman I know you understand
The little child inside the man,
Please remember my life is in your hands,
And woman hold me close to your heart,
However, distant don't keep us apart,
After all it is written in the stars

Woman please let me explain,
I never meant to cause you sorrow or pain,
So let me tell you again and again and again,
I love you now and forever

And I will love you forever and ever.

Guilt

2008-03-01T23:51:00.002+03:00

The past is a gaping hole. You try to run from it, but the more you run, the deeper, more terrible it grows behind you, its edges yawning at your heels.

I was hurt. My crime, what I had done was like a hungry pit behind me. I had to run, get as far away from it as possible. But it was still close at my heels. Your only chance is to turn around and face it. But its like looking down into the grave of someone you love or kissing the mouth of a gun, a bullet trembling in its dark nest, ready to blow your head off.

He is dead !

I open my eyes and everything is sliding back into focus.

True Love Is The Act Of Total Abandon

2008-02-18T18:34:00.001+03:00

14th of February; Valentines Day. We all know the imporance, or rather, the special status given to this day. A day when we all are lost in dreams, roaming the imaginary clouds with our fluttery senses or else busy in the company of our lover, trying to impress him/ her with some unique gift, a kiss or a rosy red flower that exemplifies the love we have for him/ her. Are you one covered within such a bracket?

But is it necessary to wake up one fine morning and say, “today is Valentines day and so I have got to show extra love to my lover”. Why do we need a commemorative day for reminding us of what we believe in? it would be more sacred and valuable if we can cherish each day and each minute in he same sense.

How many are there who does not have a ‘lover’? Lets talk about them.

Loving someone is not a sin. But, does that mean we should be in continuous search for that? Ok, now being in search of that elusive person is not a sin either. But why are we not ready to love all who we see? Is it tough? If not, then why are we not trying to evolve with such a frame of mind?

True love is auspicious. True love is loving one’s self, because only then can we ever be able to spread the warmth to others. It is a feeling of a different realm, a different stratum. We dont have to put conditions for it to happen. Absolutely no underlying conditions, like beauty, wealth, high status etcetera plays a part for its evolution. Neither do we need a day, an hour or a minute based on which we evaluate love. Proximity of a person for understanding love is not a necessity.We can even abandon a person and still love that person a lot. 'True love' is unconditional. It’s the conversation between the souls, a language the body or the material realm where the body exists cannot comprehend. True love is the act of total abandon.

Oh Woman !

2008-01-10T09:17:00.000+03:00

Woman, you define the benign half of human race. Woman, you depict and exalt the identity of being the cradle of life. Woman, oh thee glorifies the personification of care and nurture. Woman, are you not the unparalleled source of love, compassion and virtues? But why do I, the man, bridle your character and bring you under submission. Why do I think education is not your birthright? I even limit your freedom to breathe with tight reigns? Why do I rape and molest you impassively? Why do you get burned and killed? Why do I expect you to be virgin, when at the same time I pay and enjoy for sensual unison with many? Is virginity just in the vagina? Is it not in your consciousness?

Woman, I pity thy spiteful fate.

“Oh woman, from the sacred womb of thy, one day to this earth came I”

Pardon the masculine power, for though they are to be depended for your progeny to evolve, they may not have your body and soul to love and beat. Pardon this uncanny and uncouth misconduct of manhood. Please pardon me.

Blank!

2007-12-01T14:58:00.000+03:00

Between insipid work which irritates the soul and an enterprising corollary that my dream promises me; between the terrifying loneliness an alien community inflicts in you and the exciting prospect of a better bank balance; between being looked down upon by mongoloid eyes and being praised and cuddled by invisible voices from afar; between the eternally growing longing for being back home and an anticipation of breaking all such strings that tie me down, I miss being free. I miss being able to live like I used to live. I miss a lot. I miss being myself.

Somewhere I read; enjoy the ‘blank spaces’, and yet somewhere else it written, there is a rhythm to all the specifics of life. We are aware that a musical note would not be musical if it did not have a blank space. The difference in the crescendo and fall of the notes, the shift from one tune to another, all involves a break in the sound we hear. Should this blank space be respected? or shoud it not be?

So what am I experiencing? The 'rhythm' or the ‘blank space’? If either, then why do I miss being free? Why do I really miss an explanation of any sorts, and so continue miss, being myself?

The Perfect Actor

2007-09-06T11:02:00.000+03:00

I said: It’s amazing. Amazing and stupendous in all conceivable aspects, the reason we were created for. It is said with worship that, God created us. God is Supreme. God has all powers. He can be magical. He can be kind. He can bless. He can punish. He creates. He destroys. He is here. He is there. He is everywhere.

All we are supposed to do is to obey his commands. Obey rules. Obey others when they feel we are ‘wrong’ or detest our ‘self’, when we feel only personally, something as ‘right’. We are right if we believe in God (says one). We are right if we don’t believe in something (says another). Who amongst both these factions have seen this so called “GOD” in a true form?

If, by any chance he does exist, then why are we supposed to go through all these things that he sees as petty mundane matters of existence, without knowing where we may or what we may do erroneously? Anything and everything is relative to each other. Actions are relative to thoughts. Thoughts relative to words. Words are relative to thoughts and thoughts relative to actions. That’s back to square one. So in essence, its like saying A=B and B=C and hence A=C, though we have learnt that A can never be B nor can B be C, because they are alphabets and they are singular identities. Imagine using A instead of B or B instead of C. Just because of all these relative theories and what we jus went through, a Bat would be a Cat and a Call would be a Ball. So if you need to play cricket or baseball, – which could also be called ‘bricket’ or ‘caseball’- all that you have to do is throw a call to a cat. But we do know that we can never ‘throw’ a call to a cat. So then how do we play what we want to? Impossible.We started with a question of what a lie is, about god, about what we are expected to do, to perform. Now what did we talk and what did we understand? Irrespective of the ideas expressed, we should note that it is the so called GOD who made us have an argument about A, B and C, and how they are related and how they are not. So, is he worth enough to be revered? We tried to question certain doubts and how have we been answered? Phew, respectable! That’s why I titled this essay, The Perfect Actor.

He said: I am an Actor. The owner of any action is an actor. Everything is relative to what we see or what we hear or what we feel. Some say those who worship the so called devil are terrible or those who see god in a different form are by far, more appalling. Those, whom You accuse, believe you are the ones who are wrong. So who is right? You? The accused? The Devil is not my opposite. It is my absence. But is there anyplace, - somewhere - where I am absent? No. Darkness is not absence of light. It is just the absence of intensity of light. So is there a devil? Is there a Satan? Don’t worry, there is. It is me. I am both and I am one. That is what relativity is all about. Your left hand would be your right hand if you judge that by looking onto a mirror. You call me an actor, a perfect actor. Here too, it is relative to perfection that you have given me the title. But there is also imperfection and every imperfection is also me, because if there was no imperfection, would there be perfection? What you just now went through, asking questions and relating it with the theory of relativity is not stupid and really funny because I see it from your viewpoint. It is also stupid and funny and crazy because I see it from the perspectives of all others. So if you believe that you may be made fun of, don’t worry because they don’t have the strength to see from a different perspective. Now, rest your body. We will talk in your dreams, for through dreams a lot can be said without the body getting exhausted, as an exhausted body would drain an active mind of all its strength.

Sorry God !

2007-06-28T11:00:00.000+03:00

I was going through the pictures of a girl, a girl whom I love way more than anything in this whole wide world. At the same time, I was chatting with her boyfriend. I started our conversation exclaiming that she looked really sexy and how I hated God because he did'nt make ME her boyfriend. Her boyfriend was happy and did not hide his pleasure at the raw rules that ‘fate’ had bestowed upon both of us.

I was still busy addressing Mr. God with a plethora of obscenities for having made me a part of such a Fate. Suddenly I got a call from God. He seemed to be upset that I had been under constant and continued resentment about having not been born as a ‘boy-friend’ to a girl I adored so much.

“Have you ever been in doubt or ever suspected that she does not ‘love’ you?” was his first question.

“No”, said I.

“Have you ever been in any sort of qualm regarding the veracity of this emotion in your own heart?”

“No”, said I, once again. ‘No’ seemed to be the only word that I could utter.

“Have you not been able to play with her, laugh and enjoy her presence to your hearts content?”

Even before that question registered itself in the twisty curvy mass of flesh under my skull I so haughtily call ‘The Brain’, Mr. God was already through with his next question.

“Have you ever found it difficult to express your love to her?”

“Have you, like many others hesitated many times fearing rejection from her of your feelings? You tried the same thing with certain other girls, and you have gone through these fears, have you not”

“Have you not hugged her without getting rebuked for that?”

“Have you not kissed her?”

“Have you not lived with her, slept with her, ate and drank with her and that too, for how many years? Are you not going to have this fortune for the rest of your life too? Just imagine, you moron (yea, I am angry!), you are going to be in love with this girl till your last breath. Obviously, you would also have another lady to be with, but despite that you can still kiss this girl, cuddle her, hug her and be merry and happy with her. No one, I repeat; No one would question you on that.”

“I thought I’ve heard you thanking me for blessing you with this ‘unconditional love’ that you term it. Just believe that it cannot be better than this.”

I know that you have never prayed for this to happen, but since you have been complaining a lot, I jus want to you to SHUT YOUR BLOODY FUCKING MOUTH AND THANK ME FOR THIS UNANSWERED PRAYER. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?

I couldn’t utter a single word. All I did was sit with my mouth wide open, aghast at the shout I heard, though just before he hung up, I happened to mutter, "Sorry, God".
Anyway, never again am I going to curse God for making Priya my sister.

How Parentheses fell in love with Bracket and gave birth to a Full Stop.

2007-06-20T09:08:00.001+03:00

Parentheses was a male, 20 years old and happily snoring and enjoying each nights sleep. At 5 and a half feet tall, he wasn’t the picture of a perfect man that girls dreamed would come riding, riding and riding on a white stallion and take her off to some strange land named ‘Atlantis’ where she finds that he was the prince of that heavenly abode. In fact, he wasn’t anything that any girl would ever dream of. Just-another-guy-next-door suited his image well. He was always looked upon by his friends as a loner in life. Girls and women were a big No-No to him. He was well satisfied with multitude of the videos he used to watch with his friends, seconded porn magazines that he used to buy for a penny, and eyeing the busty female classmates he never had. He only used to yawn and dream of eating French fries, when his friends were busy discussing their personal exploits on the different girls they could lay their lips on for a French kiss. Funny? No. He just wasn’t interested, that’s why. But of course, that did not mean darting his eyes down the neckline of any girl he saw was forsaken. Many times he thought ‘this is the girl’ whenever he saw a rather enterprising quality in some woman he had the chance to relate to, in some way. But never ever did he fall into it which he used to term as ‘a trap’. He was happy though of how he was moving along with the tick of the clock. No gals. No worries. No responsibilities. Life was just happy and gay always.

17 years and busy counting her days for her last schooldays, Bracket was a damsel that any guy would fall in love at the first sight. Beautiful curves augmented the beauty of her lusty eyes and rosy lips. Thin and elegant, she had commendable assets that cannot be described with words of any language as it might take pages alone to finish the description. But, despite having that awe inspiring looks, and of course getting countless proposals from innumerable boys who always asked her why she was always seated, Bracket was never ready. Though she did like each and every boy who had proposed her, she was sure that they would back off if they saw her legs, or rather, saw her leg. This was because she had only one. The other was contained in a bracket. This fear made her discard such emotions called love and lust. She pledged herself that she would only live for the world. Dedicate her life for humanity. Become a ‘Mother Teresa-sort-of-angelic-figure’ and do deeds that normal people can never even think of. She even did a ‘Google Search’ to find out deeds that normal people can never even think of. But alas Google was not lucky to find answers for such a request. She never put a forlorn face in answer to such a failure.

So here starts the fairy tale of two loners in life; loners till Mr. Cupid surprisingly hit the target. He was so happy of having improved his aim that he bought his best friend Judas, a pint of Fosters beer.
Sitting one day on her wheelchair on the veranda, Bracket was busy trying to comprehend why her favourite Mastiff was eating grass, she was surprised when her friend and neighbour walked in with Parentheses trailing behind, hiding himself from the mastiff, which was too busy tasting grass to take note of the new stranger. She was being introduced to Parentheses, but she was still busy trying to infer the unusual behaviour of her dog. Did the dog hear any nonsensical talk which said eating meat was truly blasphemous?

“After all, dogs are basically non-vegetarian” was what she said when she was asked if they could get to talk to her father. “No wonder I came to invite your dog for a meaty party. Sorry, I did not mean that about your dad.” said Parentheses spontaneously and immediately regretted making that cocky remark. She let out a hearty laugh and then invited them in. From then on, it was like a film story. Love and dreams bloomed. He was the handsome Prince of Paupers and she was Cinderella. Everything happened smoothly, except of course the songs and dance sequences. Both of them would have been a big flop; Bracket, since having only one leg and Parentheses because, because he was just Parenthesis and not John Travolta. Phone bills started to rise; Parenthesis started to borrow and slowly started to fail meeting all such loans. Bracket, on the other hand was not in any sort of trouble, because she knew her fathers bank account would take coffers larger than the titanic to fill. Finally she started paying for him too. Years flew by though not many only two and one morning Parenthesis and another friend took the north road to fetch a pail of blessings when Parentheses fell down and broke his crown, and his car came tumbling after. Parenthesis forgot his name. He forgot Bracket.

Bracket never came to know about this accident till after 2 months. When she came to know of it she was down in the drains. (that was just used as a figure of speech, not the nearby sewage drain). She now understood why he had not been responding to her calls. Finally when she got through to him, Bracket tried her best reminding him of everything that went through the past two years. But Parenthesis was astounded to learn all these from a girl he hardly knew, rather remembered. After all, in his period of recuperation, he had only reached the ‘schooling years’ where he was always chanting ‘No No’ to girls. One day Bracket came to see him. Parentheses saw her and he was suddenly was pulled back into the lane of past memories. Everything came back to him in a flash. Bracket, who she was, the relation, the love they shared, the mastiff she raised, her dad he met and finally, the telephone bills. Suddenly he twisted his eyebrows in trying to recollect the amount and with great difficulty counted the amount to be 6500. And by God, he was totally broke right now. What if she wants all that money back? He smiled at Bracket and said, “Sorry, I don’t recognize you, Bracket. Bye!” Bracket never knew that her father had been there to pay him a visit and had threatened him to stay away or he would be forced to take her away for good, which was what finally happened. After 2 months, off they flew off to the UK. Parentheses could only stand back staring at the sky murmuring the song Richard Marx sang a few couple of decades ago; “Right Here Waiting for You.”

Thus Full Stop was born.

“Hi I am Exclamation, your sister’s friend.” said a voice from behind. Parenthesis turned around to see a damsel smiling at him. Far away, somewhere yonder something glimmered in the sunlight. Was it a shining arrow? Was Mr Cupid aiming at him once again?

Evolution

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It was dark and lonely. Above, the sky was cloudy and it was blocking the rays of the sun. Was it night or was it day? Nothing knew. With a slight shiver, a twist and a turn, 'it' started moving. Surrounded by water, deep and away from anything it ever knew 'it' started moving. The journey had begun. The destiny was unknown. All it was doing was moving, floating along to wherever the current of the oceans would take it.

Aeons passed. ‘It’ had changed its shape. It was bigger broader and fiercer; could swim; change directions; search for others; hunt; and eat. It had transformed into many other forms too. One day, it saw something far near the horizon. Nearing it, ‘it’ understood that it was not water. Something hard; something different; colours were all over this new thing. So one day, 'it' slowly with much ado about nothing changed its form and slowly crawled onto this new realm. But certain other ‘its’ chose to remain in the ocean. Over land again ‘it’ started ruling. Started living like how it lived ruling the waves and everything beneath. After some time ‘it’ started feeling that bearing the same shadow and same figure everyday was no fun. So 'it' started to change, into big and into small. It started walking on four, while certain others started balancing themselves on two. ‘It’ had by then multiplied into ‘They’. They all started walking.

Ages passed, the sun still rose in the east and kept on setting on, in the west. Monkeys shed their furry dress and named themselves ‘human’. Someone amongst them called themselves ‘man’ and they decided to rule the earth. Someone amongst them saw that a spark could grow, it could make you feel comfortable, it could cook food; Fire was born! Something rolled, and someone christened it The Wheel. No one questioned. Scars upon the land started to appear and humans started to call it roads. Someone found out that others would give them something if they gave something. ‘Trade’ was born. Someone called themselves Harappans and before long perished to some unknown danger. The sphinx rose in the Egyptian desert and people bowed at it in respect. Caesar was stabbed and Mark Anthony delivered a captivating speech. Joan of Arc was flayed alive and Shakespeare wrote books. There was a whir here and a whir there. Industrial revolution was taking place. Bullets started whizzing past and the Fuehrer shot himself to death. Pearl harbour was burnt and Japan saw the mushroom cloud. America started to be everything, while the Gandhi was on a Non Cooperative Movement with the British Rule. Monroe committed suicide and Kennedy was assassinated. America withdrew in humiliation from Vietnam. Peace was starting to grow.

And finally on a Thursday, the last day of the calendar year 1981, a boy was born. Twenty eight days later he was named. He was petted and coaxed and cajoled over by a whole lot of people. He grew up in joy. Everyday was as sweet as the toffees and chocolates he used to receive. He started going to school. He started to hate school. His teacher was suffering from the loss of her husband because the train he was traveling for work took a plunge down into a deep lake. He started to hate her more and more day by day, and she reciprocated the same. She couldn’t control herself from getting irritated at him. He started forging signatures to cover information sent to his parents. He started being rebellious in his approach to schooling and studies. He failed in his studies. He was asked to continue in the same grade as a ‘disciplinary action’. He studied once again, the whole year, the same texts. He was wondering why. Same teachers, same classroom, same desk and seat, but different friends. He did not cry. He felt humiliated though. He was just in the 4th grade. A year later he changed school. He started loving the new atmosphere. The new community welcomed him with respect. He started to be proficient in academics. After two years, he changed his school to a new one in a new locality. Here too, he passed on with brilliant grades. But, high school was a flop. The natural ambiguous thoughts and conceptions of the teenage years were driving him haywire. He was miserable in the subsequent academic examinations, but surprisingly showed brilliance for the further admission tests. Joined for a totally deviant academic line. Got manhandled by his college mates. Changed course. Enjoyed the new college, though was always short of stipulated attendance. Made a lot of friends. Bunked classes and drunk and boozed to stay high. Fell in love; a damsel so pious but a limb one less. He was 23.

One day, he drove a friend to his death. Got disfigured; lost memories and woke up a fortnight later to find that his clock had rewound 18 years into the past. He had forgotten every second of the past 23 years of life he had led till then. Spoke and acted like a toddler. He recognized none. His mother was just another woman called 'mom'. His dad was just another man called 'dad'. Did he ever fall in love? He never remembered. He started seeing someone differently. She became everything to him, mom, dad, friend, lover and what not. She was only 20, 3 years younger, his sister. She nursed him back to life. She fed him, she sung lullabies, and when he was afraid of a lot of things she watched each step he took. Finally one day he read the headline of a September 2004 newspaper. Two students met with an accident and one died! The other is hospitalized in a critical condition. And suddenly a new man was born. Got disfigured in that accident. Lost memories. Still bears scars upon my face. Still, I remain Ajay. This is the story of Evolution, My Evolution.