Movie date II : The bullsh*t continues..

continued from Movie Date I

When I woke up in the morning, I realized that I had hurt my back real hard. My head was aching and my cell phone was lying on the floor. I felt dizzy and was losing consciousness. Actually I was lying on the floor too. I don’t know how but I had fallen from my bed to the ground.  Every muscle left in back was paining.  Don’t know how but I was feeling as if a car hit me.

I saw my roommate lying on the bed, looking at me and smiling dumb at me. I gave up hope and called for help. “Don’t you just look at me like this? Help me….jaldi kar!”

But for some reasons he didn’t respond. I looked up and yelled “Hey Roshan, give me a hand yaar!” He kept looking at me as if nothing happened. I was screwed. I realized that he was not awake. He was sleeping with both his eyes open.

I had seen my roommate who was still having a sound sleep  or dreaming of his ‘I-will-say-I-love-you-like-this’ kind of dreams in which he yelled out ‘I love you’, so loud that the south Indian who lives next door had a nearly fatal attack.

 “Abe saale! Uth B*******d …madad kar meri….abe kamine help me!!!!” I yelled at my peak.

My cries went out and disappeared like a whistle(can say ‘fart’) in the thin air. I grabbed whatever came in my hand. In the process my jeans, my towel and electric iron fell on me respectively (ouch!!).

“abe saale kiske khayalon mein maaraa pada hai…..abe madad kar b$#(*&*^#^n$%ke !&^&^$^#%$#%$”

I thought not to waste more energy on him. I now got hold of my bucket and threw it at him. But the piece of S**t went up and came down on me along with the soap and shampoo. To make matters worse there was water in the bucket. So after taking my morning bath I realized that the soap water bath has made the ground enough slippery that I could move horizontally but restricted any vertical disposition.

So there I was, in pain, wet, covered by my own wet clothes with an electric iron on my thigh next to my testicles and some other clothes in my belly. The revolving fan was such a sight. I couldn’t have seen it move so clearly as today. The dizziness was gone but the pain was butt-blasting.

Suddenly Kumbhakarana woke up with his walkman plugged to his ears.  But this time I had no intention to move. For obvious reasons my body was paining and I had sustained enough for the day. I gave a large smile at him as he looked at me as if he had diffused from one dream to another.

“What are you doing below?” He asked as if I could explain what has been happening till now.

“I guess...Swimming is a good answer in this case” I jerked and wobbled as I tried to move. It was funny but my jaws hurt. Poor me, I couldn’t laugh at my dumbass condition. Roshan came down and put me back on my bed.

“How did this happen?”

“last night…drinks…ouch man that hurts…easy!!”

“Aur peele raat ko….kaha tha naa…no more drinks… magar Ch**t**a hai…sunega thodi na tu meri baat”

“Chal ab lecture band kar” I said as he removed some junk from his bed and found a pain balm.

He applied some of it on my back. I asked “Do you have a nice perfume?”

“Why all of a sudden you need perfume”

“Nothing special. Just going for a treat with some seniors”

“Where?” he questioned. I guess he was taken aback.

“To EQUATOR, where else?” I winked.

“You know, no matter what you name a dog, truth always remains he is a son of bitch. ”

“haan, haan, chal ab sukha mat mere. Get off the bed I need some sleep.”

As Roshan went away in his hoarse abusive tone I plunged on to the pillow.

As I woke up on my roommate’s loud cry it was half past ten.

“Abe uth jaa maa ke…. 10:30 to yehin ho liye…aaj to abhi bachi hui izzat bhi nilaam ho jayegi. Utth saale…maa ch*** main to chala”

Actually I was still not in a postion to move. Yet I picked my bag and reached the class thanks to someone who took me on the rickshaw to the class. I still couldn’t figure out who the person was.

I was like fully drunk and was surely looking as one. Yet I somehow, landed on my bench. The only one of its kind in the class.

I landed on my bench and started watching the professor like all other morons in the class. Its was like a politician giving a speech on terrorism. The over enthusiastic prof always delivered his best when in class ( to his credit) which, I belive, due to the poor conductivity of air could never reach me on the last bench. The guys on the first bench looked motivated as ever and the gals poured every spit from his mouth on their notebooks.

I mean just look at him.What an a**hole!!

I never knew when I went to sleep. Suddenly I woke up as I heard someone shout my name. I guess he called thrice and the sound grew furious with each passing second. It rang my bell and I woke up only to realise that the guy who sits infront of me was staring at me.

I analysed the surroundings. The class had started to disperse.”he woke me up after such a boring class. What a good guy!!!”

 I nodded the kind guy in appreciation to his noble deed and started leaving the class only to realise that it was the proffesor had asked me to come to his office.

I was caught, asleep in class. “aaj phir c**da” I exclaimed.

To be continued…..

Its not just Christmas

From one cell to another cell,

One to converse, the other to dwell,

life gone material as one becomes plastic,

tastes,opinions and thoughts have grown elastic.

The inner sanctums now in dismay,

As the satan lurks for its pray,

The frail, the timid, who hide in the shadows

As if the Satan won’t have his day.

No doubt we sail on a freaking ship,

With unmanned wheels, on the mast we stand,

Vexed by desire, acquainted to fear,

And eyes now look for an inch of land,

Where the anchor of faith can be based,

As the tides are high and resouces effaced,

drooling on past and future presaged,

in the hands of you we lie caged.

You know we lost track of the cause,

We stripped and sacked without a pause,

Above all rules and the laws,

its your raven who guides and caws.

The order by which humanity survives,

As bees in a tangled and lumping hive

Its not just on christmas by the way,

That all the ones out here will pray,

For a future of all even,

We pray for peace and prosperity within.

Amen.

IDEA : SUSTAINABILITY ( inspired from TED Talk by Alex Steffen in 2005 )

I prefer sustainability over decline.

According to the dictionary, ‘to sustain : Lengthen or extend in duration or space.’

To me, that means live a long period of time with good health. In the mid 90’s this was not a big issue but the upcoming generations and the peering population on the earth are now moving towards an unpredented situation. Specifically we are talking about the same old story of a decline of any major civilisation which has the age-old pattern.

“first you eat up your share, without any care; then you blame others for that and fight becomes the only solution; after you looted and ate every last chunk nature provided you with, you raise battles among your own. Darwin called it ‘Survival of the fittest’. The you find yourself in a time of starvation and poverty. Nowhere to run and finally calamity strikes, you go extinct. You see Nature has a very simple way to take back what it lost; it will always replenish, its us who would suffer our own misfortunes.”

This is what happened in Easter Island. So painful !!

This, my friend, is decline.

So which side are you?

INCEPTION

Well working out with the plot. It looks like the NOLAN's idea has been planted in my head. I dream of weird things and some of the most exotic places. I, for sure, know that its a dream whenever i dream of one as I can control my emotions and dream of bending it. Its really amazing that now even I am experimenting with my dreams.

I bend the dreams, the way I want. Sometimes i wake up from one dream to another. I recorded some dreams on my Walkman. Its really strange that dreams are a combination of fantastic atmosphere and mind blowing scenarios. One can create, destruct and recreate ones imagination in the dream-space.

I actually dream of some tangled combination of places in dreams. Once i had a dream about a place similar to my school, with my ISM batch-mates and some old friends. I also had some of my family members and few unknown. The image remains quite clear and situations change nearly every scene.

Another strange thing about a dream is one never dreams of a mission, or should i say my dreams lack motive. I dream of things and places and people are living ordinary lives. Once inside a dream, I never felt anything different than any other day in my life. Except that i knew for the fact that the people and situations are not so related.
My studies about the dreamworld will continue.
ok GTG.....gotta dream!!!

BROKEN

Its me not the ashes which burnt in time,
Its me not the paper with broken rhyme,
Which fainted along as the sordid stream,
Eroded and eroded, once a vigilant dream.

Its me not the ones who could previce,
a heaven with deamons, only I can devise,
where deamons with motives to plunder and pursue,
a looted hope, a wrecked crew.

Its me not the ones whom I looked up to,
Who spitted every junk whatever lit,
For every emotion, mocked and backbit,
Bit by bit, bit by bit.

Its me not the memories that I disdain,
Its me not the dreams which shattered again,
Its me not the tears which have died,
Its me not the life that has lied,
Its me not the hopes which I have lost,
It me..here …only me...signing off….