Sunday, September 21, 2008

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Like the tear-filled blue eyes of a baby girl..
Like a hazy heart with a secret untold..
The misty grey clouds held back her monsoon tears,
like lingering in a wait for a confidante..
The destined time had come,the rainbow knocked at her door..
She gleamed in joy at her long lost friend..
And then like a secret that was better disclosed,
she shed her monsoon tears and let the rainbow glow..

Sunday, September 7, 2008

The mystery of the fallen table...

Welcome to the world where the days are bright and the nights....they are just as mysterious and happening!!..where sleep does not take over the soul of the starving and there is atleast one mysterious revelation made everyday through the characters of this...ahem....asylum?! hell yeah!

Characters of the asylum - Farha being sensible, Divya, Maria and Me alternate the roles of Mad, Crazy and Insane every other day, but stick to these three roles, doing justice to it with almost all sincerity! Heard of synergy? Some form of energy that exists in a team of people which will not be so when you work alone or something along those lines? When left to ourselves, alone, we are harmless....like protons, neutrons and electrons. But together - when the 3 combine to give an indivisible atom (shit...I remember what an atom is?)...hell we generate the effects of an atom bomb!

It only feels like yesterday night (ah!....it was yesterady night indeed)...when i was just mad and thought ill catch some sleep before i take over being crazy/insane. My fluttering disturbed sleepy eyes were flipped open and I jumped up on my bed wondering if I heard a big crash and people screaming. For a moment I thought I will calm down thinking it was just another nightmare of the world ending and catching fire and people were screaming frantically and I was being the angelina jolie saving people in my dream!...until.....I heard one more loud scream from the other side of the door...it went something like this - "the fish...the fish....the fish..ouch!....bucket....shit...catch them..ahh.....ouch!!...noooooo!!"...

Tilted my head down to where lay some store of sense. Darn no people. Think straight! Farha slept down on the floor. I was relieved to see her up on the bed searching for someone to agree that those were real noises outside the room. The moment our eyes met, our heads nodded and our feet sprang up into action swinging the door of help wide open. Standing there like the power rangers in the site of violence, we felt a little different from the real power rangers. We felt a little less powerful, a little more helpless!

What we saw - Junior Titanic disaster. This time - Titanic our table crashed down. Leaving the laptop, the CDs, the books all nearly about to sink in the 1 cm thick life threatening waterlog. Where did the water come from? You dont want to know. Our aquarium came crashing down. What I heard in my semi sleeping dream was not the dream. It was Divya dashing down the hall the moment the table crashed with the aquarium (her bday gift was about to die breathless) . In her violent yet brisk attempt to save the fish, she probably thought she would reach the bathroom faster by skidding across the hall to the room. She, however, forgot to which angle I taught her to skid across the hall, did the feat wrong and landed on her back. Out there from the other corner of the disaster site, rescuing the laptop was Maria screaming - "You'll kill the fish if you fall like that....you'll fall on them!".... This took place in a few split seconds. The frames were moving too fast to catch the eyes and senses of the power rangers supposedly to be in action. Gladly, I was fortunate to have taught Divya how to act fast in situations where I am asleep/partially asleep. She did the second lesson right even if she did not remember how I taught her to skid across the hall. She was back on her feet with a bucket of water. Then started the frantic search for the fish. This time I wished the TA-10 tendis did not get her 6 of those fish. By the second, it was getting harder to believe we would probably be able to save innocent blood from being shed. What was worse. The fish were beginning to lose hope in those helping hands that divya extended to rescue them. They would instantly jump out of her hands. What if they had gone slightly deaf in the whole turn of events. She didnt take a chance. She screamed out at the top of her voice. "Get into my hands if you want to survive you damn fish!!!". 5 of them up in the bucket of water. 1 still down. and worse....we couldnt find the last one. All the four of us screaming..."where's the last one..oh shit...where are youuuu?......look behind the mirror...no!....under the table...no!!!.....". My eyes caught the sight of the last fish and I gasped and screamed - OH NO!!!!!!!.....Thankfully Divya's back was turned on the wall against which the fish lay smashed! I froze wondering if it was dead when it flipped down from the wall into the floor. I wondered if Divya would've survived to see that sight. She quickly tossed the last one into the bucket of water........All the 6 survived.

''How did it fall?.......What just happened...?...Oh my God...!"......all of us staring at the mess around..Water, stones from the aquarium, fish poo....The power rangers were now in action. We cleaned, wiped, had to deal with a looot of fish poo!

It ws 2.30 am by then. This was a regular timing for such incidents in this house. We would have either been cleaning the floor after a cake splash happened on the floor or it would be some disaster like this. Behind every disaster, some of us learn life's most valuable lessons. I was glad I discovered something tonight. The secret behind clean floors - Floors cleaned with cakes and fish poo at midnight shine and sparkle.

The fish survived. The disaster site was clean. Now came the moment where we had to use a little thinking. How did the table fall? The one clue was - Divya and Maria were watching Kismat Konnection when this happened. They should've responded when they got the first signal that they were not to watch it. But they broke the law of following signs and continued. Then came the table crash. Ironical - The name of the movie and the incident.....The other possibility was......the call of the dark lord, Prasanna, coincided with the table crash.

There had to be some connection with Kismat konnection and the call of the dark lord!....While the the mystery of the fallen table remains a mystery unsolved, I retreated back under my blanket, leaving crazy and insane...and sensible behind. Slept mad.

(the episodes from the happy asylum will continue.....stay tuned :) )

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Insane resemblance...

I always chose to walk down the silent dark roadside to the crowded church gate. A few steps further from the noisy gate was a silence that I had fallen in love with. Beyond the silence were conversations that I exchanged with some supernatural force that I call real..that I call God.

One of those days where the questions in my mind found me near the church gate, I saw a man mumbling words to himself..saying things out loud to people he came across...with no one to listen to him. I wondered if he would have wished in some corner of his insane heart that someone would atleast pretend to listen to him? I wondered if there was any part of him that was alive enough to feel the hurt of ignorance.....with noone who would even want to believe what he said. I teased my thought of feeling like one of them.

When I was on my knees wishing someone would read the silence in my eyes, he was on his knees wishing someone would hear the words on his lips. But before the eyes of those who did not read the silence or hear the words....we were both just insane people.

Beyond what's seen, what's told and what's defined...there exists a world of words, bonds and emotions undefined. But this...only the insane would know...