Living in fear.

It was all over the news now. My fears had come true. As much as I wanted myself to believe that nothing was going to happen, here it was-the stark reality. I saw the hysteria in the trains and wondered if I should be considering my options to travel as well. No. I can’t let this happen. I can’t let rumors get to me.

But that evening, I switched off my computer early and headed home. Earlier my father had called me up and with the obvious worried voice he was trying to hide, he had instructed me to head home early. Walking along the now unintimidating buildings outside my office, I could sense urgency in my step. “I am scared.”

Living differently.

Somebody told me to do things differently to make my life interesting. So, the stupid me asked, “Well, where do I start?!” The intelligent guy said, “Right from the moment you wake up!” Inspirational.

I became a monk. Concentrated yet mysterious. Well, there was nothing to change in the way I wake up, quite frankly. I always wake up in a different pose every day. Today I woke up facedown into my pillow with my feet on my laptop’s keyboard. Thank God I had it shut down last night.

Back to the topic though, I had taken the wise man’s advice really seriously and I had to bring change to my life right away. Right from breakfast. There was a packet of biscuit in front of me. How do I make a difference with it? Aha! Eat them differently. Each and every one of them!

I tore open the wrapping, took the first biscuit and started nibbling from the sides, in a circular pattern, taking real care not to eat more than an inch from around the biscuit. Was hard work though. I pardoned myself for a couple of mistakes but the biscuit was still round with a smaller circumference. I held it up across my face, examined it in front of the sun, and was so happy with my achievement that tears filled my eyes and I didn’t stop them! Ah, the feeling of eating a biscuit differently! The guy was right!

Dangerous curiosity.

They say curiosity is very important. Curiosity ensures the world keeps developing and humanity prospers. If Newton wasn’t curious enough to question why the apple fell, he won’t have discovered gravity. Though I still wanna know why on earth a guy would not eat an apple which falls in front of him and start asking ‘why it fell’.

Talking about gravity, I have a very curious point to make. If I fall off from a flying plane (just to make sure some guys don’t start questioning if I fell from a plane parked at the airport) and on the way down to mother earth, I get this huge urge to piss. Considering the fact that the moment is pretty private for me, unless some random guy is also falling with me, I can do whatever I want. So, in the falling motion, I tear down my pants and relieve myself. My query to you is will the liquid fall with me at the same speed? If not, considering the laws of Physics, then there is a sure chance that once I land on the ground and wait for help (yeah, I survive the fall) the yellow liquid darling will surely fall on my head?! I am not pissing while falling from a plane again.

Thank God.

We always have our own capabilities on dealing with situations in life. But there always comes a moment when however prepared you might be, you can’t always act the way you want to. That doesn’t count the moment you ran to your loo but couldn’t make it in time. That could have been controlled. You know, if you weren’t so dictatorial to your penile erectile and whatever it is you call for a female, you might have made it in time.

I am talking about the things that you can’t control. Like when you were so desperate to take a shit that you forgot to lock the door. And it is a public bathroom. And some pervert didn’t notice the puke-bomb-smell you just released. And you see the door handle turn. This might have been the first moment in your life when you knew what was happening but you couldn’t do anything about it. You know. Like when you knew the bastard outside will turn the door and open it, and instead of going for the door handle your hands will involuntarily go across to hide your privates. The only thing that saves you is he is a stranger and you might never meet him again. Well, unless he pops out sitting in the interview panel of your next job. Let’s just hope he has color-blindness and he couldn’t distinguish between the carbon black thing in between and the color of your hands.