Afterthought

A deep compassion, a hushed sanctuary, Her internal help unbarred a gate in heaven; Love in her was wider than the universe, The whole world could take refuge in her single heart. ( Savitri ~Ghosh) “You’re surely sending those texts to a girl of your interest?” “What?” “Oh, come on! You’ve been fiddling with your phone, and from the sounds of your keypad, editing your texts a thousand times before sending it, and then, you wait for replies by sitting and staring at the ceiling with that blank stupid smile on your face. It HAS to be a girl.” I had to admit, his observations and his deductions were entirely true, and I acknowledged it. In fact, I had asked her out for dinner, and she was being flirtatiously indecisive. “There! I knew I was right. Adam showed the exact same symptoms!” “Ha ha! What became of Adam, then?” I asked, curious to hear of other people in love, and of how blissful their lives had become. “Adam? Interesting story! Well, Adam was madly infatuated w...

I had been travelling for a couple of weeks, and when I opened the old familiar door to enter our rooms, I found him bent over something on the kitchen counter. Having made sure that I had created enough noise to signal my arrival, I was about to shout out a greeting when his irritated hand suddenly waved me over to the couch. I sat there sulking over the lack of gusto in greeting, especially since I had been away for about a month. There was nothing of the enthusiasm that I had expected or the exclamations that I had looked forward to, about the matted hair, the Hindu tattoo, the earrings and then, endless questions about the incidents in the Holy hills of the Indian peninsula. Finally, he looked up from the subject of his examination, and stretched like an animal that had been crouching for hours. “You’ve got a tan. Never mind that. You could certainly listen to my story? Sit down and listen up” “Very well, give me my drink, and let’s hear your story”, I said, a bit sullen. ...

"When the going gets tough, Whenever you feel lost", She said, "Don't Worry! Everything's not lost!" It was a glorious day! After three days of rain, Nature, to use a cliche, seemed to be smiling. He was showing me something on his phone, when, in the midst of laughter, it slipped from his fingers and fell, and broke into about five pieces; classic Nokia mechanism. Unfazed, and laughter undiminshed, he picked up the pieces, put them together, and switched it on again. As the phone booted, the welcome screen flashed, 'Everything's not lost'. I looked into his eyes. The monster, as he once called it, was dead.

"She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh. I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath And when I awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown So I lit a fire, isn't it good, norwegian wood." -(Lennon/McCartney) He came home while I sat, busy working on my trifles. He always seemed to have a more interesting day than I did, and had been out all night. I set aside whatever I was doing to listen to his story. ... He was on one of those London buses at about midnight. There was a fair crowd on the bus; revelers getting back home after celebrating the beginning of their weekend. The bus stopped at Chinatown, and she got on there. She was carrying four placards printed on which were the words, "ASK ME WHERE GOD IS?". An atheist, he couldn't help sneering at at the girl and what she was carrying. The bus moved on. As the bus travelled out of the bustling city centre, the crowd starting to thin out, and as soon as conversat...

The hero of my previous posts had gone off for a long holiday to Europe. His benefactors were paying for his trip, so that he experiences other cultures and comes back wiser and the like. And, all he did with the money was to go to Amsterdam, and sampled the Coffee from the Coffeeshops there. His sole missive from there read as follows: Dearest Remus The coffee here's quite good, and wholly unmixed. Elevating though the experience is, it takes a while for my perception becomes clearer. To make matters worse, I sit and watch, my dear friend Adhiraa (Awesome fun, and a perfect traveling mate), getting wiser and clearer. The other day, we were at this monument, a tall tower commemorating war heroes, darkness had set in, and, this seagull had lost its way. I was in a rather elevated state. Darkness had set in, and this seagull had lost its way, and was alone in the darkness. There were people all around, and no one seemed to notice it. I looked at it. Our eyes met. I wished it would co...

I had been expecting it for weeks now! I could feel it in the way they retired to hushed corners, or changed the topic suddenly when someone inadvertently mentioned it. And, in the last few days, the planning was so hectic, they stopped trying to keep it a secret. I was excited myself! I had confessed secrets, dropped hints, and tried to pass on enough information to the organizers of the festivities to make sure I got the best deal out of the whole scheme. And, so, you can imagine how eagerly I looked forward, with great anticipation and wholly unmixed joy, to the evening (for that was when it would all happen) that would lead up to midnight. It all began (just after noon, in fact), when, I had stepped out of my room for a bit, and then, when I opened the door to get back in; 'SUR P RISE!!' My heart, tried to escape out of its little abode through my mouth, and, I let a fairly loud yelp to escape my lips, though, I did manage, with some difficulty, to keep the heart in. After...

“Tell me one last thing,” said Harry. “Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?” “Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?” The sun had been playing hide and seek all morning. I could barely concentrate on combinatorics. It was all very beautiful, but, the alternating gloom of clouds and the joy of verdant brilliance drew me out on to the streets, and, given the confused state of mind I was in, I was glad to lose my way. My mind, drifted from one thing to another, and finally settled on a strange incident. And, as with all strange incidents in my life of late, he was involved. There were times when he was awesome, there was times when he was pathetic. There were times when he was a legend, there were times when he was a shame. There were times when he was a demi-God, and there were times when he was a pitiful human hypocrite. I don't know what this incident made him. I hated dogs. I could live without ...

My brain was throbbing. Figuring out the primal of the integral of exp(-x^2) was no easy task. My mind had already begun its journey. I was listening to the familiar tunes of Mozart's 21st symphony. The night sky was red, and puddles were getting replenished. I wondered where he was. He would help me get over this riddle. I wondered what to play next. A much easier riddle! And, then, the familiar footsteps approached the door. He entered the room, wet and dripping. He shook the water of himself in a way that reminded me of a little dog. He sat down, and looked at me. His eyes shone with conversation. I nodded the question. "Brilliant rain! Reminds you of the monsoons, doesn't it?", said he. "Yes, it does. But, where were you?" "I met this person near the river - prabuddha. He was on those ancient benches, staring intensely at the gently rippling water. I walked to him impulsively and sat down beside him. He didn't seem to notice my presence at firs...

I was in my chair, with my feet up on the radiator, feeling too lazy to prepare for the week ahead, to get rid of my weekend stubble and go through my notes for the week. The listlessness of life was bothering me - pleasant days, work, then home, and then, work. He was in his chair, by his laptop. Strains of the violin playing wafted to my ears. He would never notice if it were to become too loud. It was strange. I had known him for so long, and, yet, seldom could I even guess what he would do, or say, or think. In many ways, he was a kid, and in many, he was not. He would throw his tantrums, tantrums that would make a little girl's yell for a doll seem like a well thought out argument... And, then, he started. He was out of his reverie, and was mid-way describing an incident to me. He was telling me about trying to break into someone's room. "We hadn't seen Adam for days! He wasn't the reclusive sort. He would usually be downstairs every other evening for a friend...

Beeep Beeep There was something wrong with my eyes. I couldn't open them. It was tough, painful. Whenever I managed to part the lids, spears of light would pierce through, tears would stream down, and impulsively, I would let darkness close in! Beeep Beeep NO!! I had to fight, to make my way there. I had to! To stop it!! Beeep Beeep I pushed, eyes shut, felt my way around, stumbling, falling. If only I could get there. Beeep Beeep It was cold. Darkness closed in again! Beeep Beeep This was annoying! Frustrating! I had to get there! My feet! The frigid air was worse than the light! Beeep Beeep! The sound! I had to stop it! Where was it?! Beeep Beeep! Ah! There! Can't open my eyes! Can't see what was happening! Why? This ear shattering, earth moving buzz? How does it stop? There! There! Stop!! In the name of all that's quiet and peaceful! AH! THE BUTTON! This should make it stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!!! STOP!! ... Silence ... "Son, were you asleep?" I smiled!

She smiled!