Aditya was taking a little while to wear his slippers. He must have been a tad over 4 years I presumed.

“Hurry up, how many times should I tell you?” she screamed again. Aditya began to cry and his Mom slapped him and pulled him to the scooter nearby. All of this happened in front of the shoe stand.  The Temple’s shoe stand.

I entered the Temple which was thronged with people. Folding my hands, I stood in the queue waiting for my turn to touch the Lord’s feet. I could see people pushing each other, jumping the queue to get to the Lord’s statue. And once there, they bowed down to offer their respects!!!

There was impatience and chaos to get to the Idol, which was 10 feet away! They’d then expect the Lord to forgive them for their sins! Absolute insincerity.

The priest’s chant was muffled by human noise, by mom’s shouting at their kids, by scuffing of people’s feet, by the temple employee (wearing a tag around his neck!!!) shouting at people to maintain silence!!!!

There was no peace…….. even in the Temple..

I am standing there, watching this nonsense and thinking to myself, is this faith? Have these people come to this sacred place to pray? Why is there so much of negativity around? Why can’t these hooligans behave for 5 minutes?

When there can be so much of hypocrisy in front of the Lord, I wonder what these people do when they are back in their ‘zones’. 

It’s a pity that kids like Aditya may get literate but sadly will never get an education……  

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This devil acts like a catalyst and compels my imagination to race with wild thoughts. As wild as one can imagine!!! Although I know it’s unreal, I don’t feel like breaking off it. The feeling is orgasmic. Literally……

Then out of no where I hear loud sirens, it’s my “nice side”, doing moral policing. I, then stand directly in front of me….. The lights come on, the curtains fall and I ram into this boring reality, fracturing my ego and hurting myself in the bargain.

The question is which part of my body hurts? Is it my heart or my soul? It is definitely not my mind… I lost that a couple of years ago.

How I wish I could remain in the realm of this fantasy. How I wish I could push the limits of this lunacy…… Alas the feeling is so untrue, why is this devil so cruel? 

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That way, I can live. I would not know if I am happy or sad, but that’s ok.

No Feeling = No Pain = No worry = Peace of Mind. That’s a nice equation to have in life. I am not sure how people would take it but I don’t really care!!! If you examine this a little further, you will not love anybody as in that emotion will not exist. Hence No Feeling = No Love = No expectation = No Heart break = No Pain = ……… Back the previous equation. 

Quite a few souls on this planet will hate this idea because that would not make you human!! After all, we are intelligent beings who have to feel…

Intelligence is another nuisance. People don’t want to take the straight meaning of what you are trying to say. They want to analyze it, delve on it, look for hidden meanings and conclude something which you never meant in the first place!!!

One thing is for sure, crime would get eliminated. Think about it, no joy, no sorrow, no hatred, no jealousy, no ambition, no ego, no love, no lust, no resistance, no terrorism…….. Sweet life.

The only thing that will prevail is tranquility. I kind of feel that way after a quarter bottle of vodka. Pure, unadulterated bliss. If this kind of an invention means going against nature. So be it……..

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How can a person “let go”. This question has always troubled me. How can I not have any expectation whatsoever? I seem to have forgotten of the time I used to be happy for 5 hours straight. A gemologist told me I am under the influence of the planet Saturn. Why me? I am a chota mota aadmi, a little chota and a lot mota… 

Then I read a book on the planet and the power of Lord Shani. He is indeed the master of all the planets. He torments those who have a lot of pride and arrogance. But then again, why pick me? 

Why can’t I be under the influence of Goddess Lakshmi? The gemologist says this cannot happen, sadly, as everything is destined. Pre written in my book that sits in the God’s library. I must have done something terrible in my previous birth she says. I have no clue what terrible things my parents did in their previous birth that I landed up in their arms .  I also pity the poor soul who will end up marrying me. Whenever that happens……. 

Golden topaz, she said, is the ideal gem for me. This will help nullify all the bad effects and help me reclaim my life… (Which, by the way, is pre written!!!!!) 

Apart from which planet has taken a liking towards me, there is also my palm which has lines on it. These lines depict my future!!! 

Life indeed is complicated; lines on my palm, planets, stars, the number of letters in my name, the number plate of my car, the kitchen and bathroom locations in my house determine what will happen to me. God save me!!

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What is the meaning of being so fucked in the head? Well the answer is, going through what I am going through now. Nothing is happening in my professional life. There is no work. There is nothing happening in my personal life. I mean nothing. Nothing happening in my social life. Wow!! That’s very less for me to handle. Time is a luxury I have now. Not sure what I want to do with it though….

If anyone of these look up then I’ll feel a little better, otherwise it is like they say an empty man’s mind is a devil’s workshop. If only I were happy with my personal life…. Everything else is secondary…

‘Beggars can’t be choosers’, whoever came up with that was a genius. It’s so true indeed. The person who is going through shit is the only person who knows what pain is…. Empathy does not exist.

Loneliness is hurting bad, even the clouds have started to cry with me now. The only solace is that my head is cooling off. I hope the water seeps into my head and drowns the brain. I hope it short circuits some mechanism that will stop me from feeling so rejected. I hope it kills my cells. I hope …… against hope…..  

Can somebody put their hand on my heart?

Can somebody mend the pieces that have charred?

I know this is all fantasy talk,

Where is it possible to join all the parts…………….

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My friend (nice soul) was adamant that we see a doctor. We entered the so called hospital and I approached the reception. “I want to meet the doctor for a tetnus shot” I said

“The nurse will give you one” said the receptionist

“Where do I meet her?” was my next question

She pointed out to some room in an alley. So there I was sitting for the nurse to show up and shower her blessing on me….. My body pain was shooting up and the time was passing, no sign of the nurse. 

My prayers were answered and there he was, dressed in a white gown. He looked like a movie star. Straight out of a Frankenstein Movie. The Frankenstein himself!!!! As he was preparing the injection I asked him “will that hurt?”

“Not at all” he said

“Did u smoke and come?” he asked

“Yeah” I replied

“You want spray or bandage?” He said

Wow, I get to choose my treatment. “Whichever you are comfortable with” I said

After giving me the shot and putting antiseptic on my wounds, he asked me “Did you meet the doctor before coming here?”

“No” I said.

“Not required” he frowned

Finally the ordeal was over and I was out of the treatment room. Thank You Mr. Frankenstein. You have a great day.

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Those eyes so mysterious so deep,

Every time I look at them, my heart skips a beat,

Her gaze makes my feet tremble,

God must have crafted them with time ample,

Those eyes so mischievous so vibrant,

Unnerving, calm, hypnotizing and potent, 

The time must stop now, I won’t regret,

I hope I don’t forget to draw my breath.

Those eyes so elegant so beautiful

I want to keep looking at them for time eternal,

I am in a daze, the intensity is too much

I wonder what’ll happen to me when our bodies touch….

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There were at least 35 people sitting in that lobby. All looking prim and proper. I figured they had also comedown for this “Interview”. I had cleared the first two rounds and this was called the “technical round”. Suddenly a door opened and this guy came out with a sheet of paper in his hand. He called out a name and a tall guy sitting next to me got up and went inside. Every eye was on that guy walking in. God help that soul I thought.

I could see everybody doing something constructive. Some people were referring to books, while some were looking up notes. A few of them were role playing and a lot of them were discussing probable questions. By this time the tall guy came out looking happy and someone else went inside. He was soon mobbed by people who wanted to know what was asked inside!!!!

All in all I had a few set of questions which I thought the interviewer may ask me,

1. Tell me something about yourself
2. What is a bios
3. How do you get into safe mode
4. What are the different types of operating systems Etc.

I had just finished rehearsing the answers mentally when someone called out my name….

I went inside and a very dangerous looking man asked me to sit down. He was wearing thick glasses and if the room had not been well lit I would have had difficulty in spotting him.

He was ruffling through some sheets, until he picked my resume. He looked up finally and said so, tell me something about yourself.

“Sir, you already know my name. I am 22 years old and an engineering graduate, majored in telecommunications. I stay in jayanagar and my zodiac sign is Scorpio. I am hardworking and honest. Watching TV and listening to music are my hobbies and I don’t have any siblings and ……

“That’s enough. Thank you…how long would you take to learn the operations of a PDA?  Then silence prevailed for a long grueling 10 seconds. He raised his eye brows and asked me again “How long?”

By this time my mind was racing and every cell of my brain was being harassed by me. How long will I take? Well, that was not my problem at all. The problem was, what the fuck was a PDA?

After mustering some courage I said, “well….er…er… 2” and even before I could complete my sentence he pounced on me by saying “2 what? Days? Weeks? Months?”

Houston, we have a problem!!!!! With a slight twitch I said “weeks”

He said, “2 weeks??? My god!!!!!!!!”.

Shit, what am I supposed to do now? Was the time too short or was it too long.. I had to say something now. And my next sentence was “I am a perfectionist, Sir.I’ll need that amount of time”.

After saying these profound words, there was silence again. He was staring at me. Then he started to drum his fingers on the table, he began scratching his head and adjusting his gold rimmed glasses.

I am asking myself, will he throw me out? Will he call the university and ask them to take back my certificates. Time had frozen and so had my brains.

Then he took a deep breath and said “suppose you are sitting in a hot spot and your PDA is not working, what will you do?”

Wait a minute. Did he just say hot spot? By this time I was beginning to wonder if we are communicating in the same language!!!! Now we had a bigger problem. First of all, I had no clue what a PDA was and now, I had to deal with a “Hot Spot”. This was too much for me to handle. I mean, ask me something about a computer or my favorite color. How the fuck should I know what I am supposed to do if my “PDA” is not working in a “Hot Spot”

Every second that passed by felt like eternity and finally I said “when you say not working, are you referring to the PDA not working physically?”

He replied, “No, I meant not connecting to the net”

Ok baby, now we are taking, so this PDA is some device that can connect to internet, phewwwwwwww…..

I said “Sir, may be there is problem with the settings”

“What settings?” he frowned.

“Settings on the PDA, may be it’s a configuration issue”

He then slammed his hands on the desk and said. That’s a good answer but you should always start with the basics son. You should check for the signal strength.

I smiled sheepishly and said “I will remember that Sir”

He finally signed on some document and asked me to come the following day for my final round with the HR guys.

The following day was very eventful. I got the job.

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We stayed in a hip apartment on Cunningham Road, lots of kids of my age. I was 5 years old then. One evening, I cannot remember the occasion, there was a gathering. Shamuncle, my dad’s friend went around asking every kid “What do you want to be when you grow up?” Vishal was the first one to reply, “Doctor”.  A cute girl said “Engineer”, some kid said “scientist”…. Then he looked at me and smiled. I said “A bus Driver”. The people at the party went hysterical. Surprisingly the very next day, my toy went “missing”. My crying and screaming died down eventually and my dad got me a new toy. “Make and Know”, a mechanical kit…..

 I was 11 years old when I first started to sketch; I have to admit I was not great at it however my sketches raised a few eyebrows. I had a sketch book; I’d even take it to school. My favorite pass time. During the parent & teacher meet, after my class teacher had filled my mom’s ears with what I did not do, she ended her hate speech by saying “one thing nice about him is that he sketches very well”. I was thrilled beyond imagination. I hated her for all the things she had said but I had loved it when she complimented me. That weekend I was packed off to my cousin’s house. I was overjoyed to be there as they had “cable” TV. I cannot remember a time when I could watch TV at my place without getting scared of my parents… anyways…. After I came back the following week my sketch book had “disappeared”. When I questioned them, it came back to me!!! Apparently I was supposed to keep my belongings safely. I thought it was pretty safe in my school bag which was in my cupboard!!! I begged my parents to buy me a new sketch book. The only thing they bought me was an encyclopedia “Tell me why”……….

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What is a relationship? What is love? Is it all give and take? Is forgiving somebody very easy? Hate I am told is a more powerful emotion than love. Why does it pain when one is in love?

Why can’t a man and a woman be “just friends”? I mean both physically and emotionally. Should there be a commitment always? Why can’t there be a concept of “no strings attached”? Oh yes, I forgot, the society. It plays an important role in deciding all these things. I don’t care much about it though. Coming back to my point. Is it really important for two people to be emotionally involved before sleeping together? I know there needs to be some chemistry but still……. I wonder…..

I may sound a little cheap but that is not the point I am trying to make. I am amazed at how this concept works. Am I commitment phobic? Am I a nymphomaniac? Am I unfit to be a Man? Who am I?

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