Saturday, 25 May 2013

CHARLIE


Charlie was a happy kid but his shoes were sad. The shoes weren't wrong to feel so you know, because they were badly torn. White was their initial colour but now they looked dull brown and dirty green. Charlie loved the shoes; he loved everything, especially food. Most of the time, i.e. 93% to be precise, he had food thoughts like about a cupcake or a milkshake, a chocolate or a marmalade, or a lime pie perhaps. The other 7% he gave to the rest of the world that talked to him. Hence, Charlie lived in his tasty world and enjoyed it immensely.

That day while he was going to the school it started to rain. Charlie didn't miss a single puddle on the way, making his trousers and shoes wet. The trousers were fine but the shoes weren't. The water entered the shoes and soaked both Charlie’s socks and his feet. The shoes thought them to be a failure; after all they couldn't protect the feet from getting wet. But Charlie didn't know about remorse, rather he was relishing the sound that was coming from the wet shoes – ‘Puchuk Puchuk’.

Charlie had brought bread and jam that day for the lunch break and his mind was stuck with the wonderful image of the bread and jam (complementing each other so well). He had no intention to attend any class before the lunch break. Luckily his wish was almost granted. First of all he was punished in the assembly for wearing dirty shoes, which meant at least a ten minute late entry in the class. This was huge for Charlie. Nothing much happened in the first four periods that allowed Charlie to be out of the class, except twice for the toilet break. But his wet shoes took all his concentration from whatever the teachers were teaching and he never realised how the time passed.

Sometimes he was busy in making sounds ‘Puchuk Puchuk’ and make his bench mate laugh along or else he got himself involved in opening the shoes and removing the socks, then laughing at his pink wrinkled feet; then again wasting time in wearing them back. Oh! Time rushed quickly for Charlie, this is not a tough task for Time. It rushes…as if it’ll miss a train.

Back to Charlie, who is now eating his lunch. His eyes close every time he takes a bite. A delightful moment for Charlie, a fulfilment, a never forgetting instant. And the shoes are also not sad anymore. They are dried up and ready for a walk or even a run.

Charlie you radiate happiness. And I love you.

Thursday, 23 May 2013

A Religious Goof


Wishes upon wishes burning                                  
Carrying prayers with air
Endless love and faith
With some clean care
Oil soaks oil lamps
Incense rubbing against air
Mood transcends but we
Are busy paying fare

We make the God
We create him here
Only to be afraid
And forget him there
Affordable power not manageable
Still we always dare
To act blindly and
Trust the Almighty’s heir



Wednesday, 22 May 2013

Go Mad!


It’s time to go mad, I told myself. The world looks best through the eyes of the mad. Even history tells us so. But it’s not more about the world than it is about me. I have seen right into the eyes of the mirror and all that is visible is a question mark. Now I’ll check it when I am upside down, if nothing I’ll at least enjoy the inverted me. I’ll fly from now onwards, at least I’ll fall. I’ll follow the bird and visit its nest. I’ll keep a secret diary and make sure that it leaks. Secrets are good only until they are not kept otherwise they are dull dead details yawned away by majority. I’ll rub the window clean with my hands so that the dirt makes my skin shine in black.

I’ll spin round and round and stop; I’ll shout loudly and then add a whisper to it; I’ll befriend the thorns and love the cuts…. Is it too much? What is too much? You know it? Who knows it? No one! That’s the real fact we forget. So why not find it out, by ourselves. Yes! If not now than when…waiting for another life to do all that we dream about? That’s a strange fantasy to believe in. Because you are not given new wings in the next life, you carry on with what you already own.

This almost endless journey needs a mad soul…mad for the goal.

That’s why I will go mad, I need this energy drink to drive me forward. I’ll hear no one, I’ll not act anymore, I’ll just rather be. 

Excerpts from the yet-to-be-written book – Unheard Voicemails

“If I have reached your voicemail, will my message also reach you… the message that was meant to be a talk… a conversation… will it be hea...