One day

The scene at the greatest Hindu temple in the heart of Himalayas was mind boggling as every Hindu was present there with their leaders standing near the statues to seek the blessings while the masses following the footsteps of their great leaders dressed in Orange, White, Yellow were outside waiting for them to come out with the god's blessings for the future.

On further zooming in with my special lens on my forehead I looked out and found the variegated people further had different accessories to differentiate from each other. Some Orange dressed people had the necklace of black beads around their necks while some completely bald and the others with their forehead painted white and shining orange mark mapping the width of their forehead.

Among the whites few carried the Trishul while some having bow & arrow and the rest only managed to get hold of a stick. The yellow people weren't different either as few wore completely yellow outfits while few had swastika printed on them and the rest carried a thread across their body. On slightly adjusting in the limited space I was having inside the compartment I was further successful in observing the pattern in every group inside these groups of the original groups.

Observing the orange people with necklace of black beads with some more concentration it was not difficult to miss that the quality and luminosity's of the black beads decreased in the order of their distance from my compartment. Also the amount of clothes on their skin decreased in the same order. The ones standing in the front lanes looked vibrant and strong while those at the back looked desolated and physically weak. Similar trends were reflected inside the other colors as well. Before I can see some more someone handed a mike to the three priests each dressed in his respective color.

"The planets have come in the appropriate locations and so has the Sun. Let us pray together for our well being and seek the blessings of the lords", the priests said in chorus while everyone trying to be louder than the other. And everyone shouted different names after the priests stopped which must have deafened me if I was not in my compartment. And everyone bowed towards the temple and towards my compartments while the priests chanted some phrases and then put forward 3 different plates filled of money, food and some cereals in front of me.

"Oh man, 3 plates." I said to myself.

And the plates were not of the ordinary large sizes either. They were of super large size with each having partitions inside partitions and inside partitions. And every section of the plate was filled with one or the other thing.

I never expected all of them to come at the same time and worship all of my three incarnations at the same time. But it was my duty to listen to each and every individual present. What should I do? I was not able to figure out while the people outside and inside were about to ask infinite number of things at an immeasurable rate. I was getting scared because it will be nearly impossible to select a particular sensible thing from the nonsense things everyone was about to ask.

"What are friends for?" Suddenly the inner me told me.

I then called my friends, one sleeping on a nice green silky bed in a mosque while the other enjoys being in an aerobics exercise position in the church and a few residing in weird structures like those in Tibet etc from my iphone which the aerobics freak friend of mine sent to me as he received a couple from an Apple guy in the church.

"I am facing the same damn situation." Each and everyone of them replied.

I cursed myself for putting myself in such a situation.


Note: Every fact or relations used in the above piece may not be accurately accurate but since I studied Ratio & Proportions for long time, I am pretty sure they all are proportional to those existing among me and you.

Part 2 will be released in the near future.

Suicide attempts

Yellow light of the truck made me blind
When committing suicide was on my mind
But the driver was not drunk that day
He halted and told me to stay away

I then decided to hang myself from a fan
To a nearby motel then I ran
The manager and the boys were busy
As their rooms only had condoms and AC

Cursing my luck, I then searched for a chemist
Thought to buy some poison or a blade to cut my wrists
I asked for any poison without much specifications
But the bastard needed to see it as a Doctor's prescription

Jumping from the roof was then the only option left
Where I met some thieves escaping after a theft
They heard my whole story and asked me why I need to die
May be to my problems, I should give a one more try

With some plans in my head, I then called the police
And they stayed there like the dumb and the foolish
I questioned why all along you never stabbed me with your knife.
May be we were here not to rob but to save your life, smilingly he replied.

Vikram
16/12/2007