Dream come true

Part I

Some people really find it crazy, some people call me insane, some people have already concluded that I have lost it and my colleagues and friends can’t figure out what’s gone wrong??? Not to mention my parents are on the fringe, and me, myself am just sucked in deeper and deeper in to its grasp, falling beyond the grasp of population I breathed in, deep into the abyss………… finding it difficult…ah..impossible to crawl back… actually…I just don’t want to come back…I want to fall deeper and deeper…just go beyond… and… and… oh..!!!!!!!!!!

When one reads this introductory italics, I don’t know what thoughts pierces the skull and starts to mingle in the brain… he wonders… he guesses.. and then..then just all is so irrelevant…so very inconclusive…

 

No, no… just don’t look it from the top… just try to get down… allow it to grasp you, allow it to embrace you.. and you will unknowingly…yes..but definitely conscious.. will surely embrace it with open arms… with equal if not greater intensity…

Just try to look at it from the bottom of the abyss…have a point of view am looking from..

You all people…out there..who thinks..am at the bottom of abyss… zero visibility… pitch darkness… when you look upon me from your positions… just try to have a view from my position..from the bottom here… and when you look up from here… u see a bright light at the top…a surge of glaze..straight looking at you… calling you to rise.. rise above… what you see from here is not an abyss…but just brightness… a halo.. calling upon you..just so beautiful..come here and have a look.. come… hear the call who is calling me down… its so beautiful..its so vibrant.. have a look from here..come..

 

Part II

Humidity is always a factor associated with coastal cities..Mumbai is a no exception..

It was as usual.. a day.. mid-day sun blazing right out heads… sweat..drops of sweat..slowly as they just form on our foreheads..our skin… glaze..shines as the sunrays falls on it.. trickles down the face… and just disappears in the eyebrows… oh …

A saline taste we experience as the drops..crosses the vermilion border of our lips and stimulates the tastebuds on our tongue.. ‘sweat-o-sweat’…

A bond has been formed.. a sweet bond with these drops trickling our foreheads… yeah..

And we always thought sweat to account for odour.. deodorant wasn’t welcome..sweat was… strange!!!

Am struggling… the rays..just striking the skin.. I am feeling the warmth..slowly turning into heat on my skin.. and a magical prodution of those tiny pearls..pearls of sweat drops on my skin… no no..i don’t wipe it.. I allow it to trickle drown..oh ‘sweat-o-sweat’…

I don’t need a tissue..i don’t need a handkerchief… I want sun…I want those pearls…

I have formed a bond with it… and there again this voice calling upon.. calling to embrace it with a bliss… come…

 

 

Part III

Telecommunication helps… really it does… not strange to hear the term ‘sms generation’.. but it does helps…

Cold winters…chilly winters…short days…and those long nights… just wait and let the darkness engulf you..darkness engulfs you in its enigmatic beauty… wait..let it grow..let in spread… wait.. lay quietly on the sprawling grass..grass beneath you… the same wilted grass..the same yellow grass twigs..withered the entire day in the raging sun rays… wait… wait to see them glow… glow as the moonlight dominates the darkness… wait as those tiny drops of dew rolls..embraces the blades of the grass… and how lively those grass become…wait to see the beauty this darkness brings along.. feel the temperature drop below.. a pleasant feel.. with those sparkling dew… reflecting..

Just lay spread..with the palms … over the grass… the sparkles disappears.. disappears…and feel you palms being wetted… feel the ambience..come out of your nests… as we did.. feel it..

I remember,,, I remember… I still vividly remember..her eyes.. were brighter than the brightest of the million stars.. her eyes were glimmering..beautiful…calling upon me…

Long day?? What..??… fatigue… oh..nothing left..everything vanishes.. just witness the dusk transforming into night…wait to see the twilight disappear and moonlight take over…wait…

 

Part IV

 

I couldn’t hold on to it any longer… fingers not responding…

A numbness… spreading over my digits… I couldn’t hold anything.. a chill running down… I wondered…as I looked….i looked at my hands… and I wondered…

I don’t want to do this any more.. my hands aren’t with me..my body is’nt with me… and now my minds..was starting to give up as well.. don’t want to do this..

Sweat… over my entire palms.. trying to hold on…but it keeps on slipping..its helpless…asking me to cease this torture… stop..stop…

I look at it again..reassured..the lines covered with some white powder… the skin ragged… the lines..oh yes.. this would makes any palmists job difficult…

I lay back…close the eyes…and wind up… I start to get up… I ain’t doing this anymore… I am off…yes… and..

And then I hear the same voice calling upon me… I hear that familiar voice… I look .. I pause… turn my head… and meet those eyes.. just get lost in its mystic gaze… and suddenly..stop…get back… and my palms screams…yells…please..cease the torture…cease it… but I am lost… I know… those eyes are watching… it starts again…

 

Part V

Yes technology helps… ‘sms-generation’.. technology helps…

There was pin drop silence..except the murmurs of those nocturnal insects…with the occasional howl of the birds… and the sweet whistle.. melody striking our ear drums..of the wind blowing throught the leaves..a rustling … a silence… yet so melodious… silence singing its own glory… and this bliss is suddenly interrupted…by a ‘tick-tick’, tick of the buttons…of the keys on the mobile… it just disrupts… the ambience…

I was a silent as I could… tick ..another tick…and the message was typed…

Some things are like ‘Nike’.. ‘Just Do It’…. But I tinkered on… should I or shouldn’t I..

Should I… and then I realized.. Nike.. just do it…

Another tick..and the message was sent… if Nike had a past tense..i just Niked…

Technology helps…it does…

 

Part VI

Those weary eyes were resting…resting in the darkness…partially closed… the eyelids… just allowing the moonlit sky and its light to hit the retina.. rest…resting those weary eyes…. And flash..a flash suddenly striking hard..a flash of light..eyelids reflex..shut tightly..wrinkles appear on my forehead as the eyelids hides the eyeball..as firmly as it coulds… few moments latter…the flickering eyeligs..gradually…slowly opens…the wrinkeled forehead…sheds those lines formed on it… and It dawns upon.. a petromax lamp has been lit… eyes acclimatize to the brightness…

My senses…reflexes…protective reflexes… involuntarily controlled my eyelids..as they shut and opened…

Amidst all this, another sense has already started functioning… the olfactory senses… as the aroma of the dinner menu mingled with the ambience… and I could see those plates..plates and glasses out of their bags… again glittering..shining as the petromax lamp shone on it… alook away from the glaze..and I could see the shadows… long shadows and the scope of the petromax lamp fading away..fading away as my eyes looked farther away…. And at a distance the light just surrenders to the might of the night …darkness beyond it limits…limits of glaze..and infinite darkness beyond…

Plates..glass…menu… something is still missing… that’s enough but still the ambience feels vacant… a place vaccum is waiting to be filled… waiting… and the wait is not too long… there comes a sense of completeness… as the place next to me is occupied… vaccum is no more…

My eyes are well acclimatized… to the bright as well as the dark… my eyes are fixed upon.. trying to meet that mystic gaze…

 

Part VII

 

Message delivered report flashes on my screen… and eyes become fixed on the screen to wait for a reply.. the screeching and music of the nocturnal world continues to soothe the ears…

Moments seems as era…aeons..during those still scenes… time comes to a standstill… the music continues… and again its disrupted..this time not by the tick of cell phone…but unzipping…as the runner of the zip runs past…and the two shreds of the zip just give way… the warmth of the tent is visited by a swipe of cool wind…coming in as the tent unzips… warmth dominates again as the runners runs again, this time uniting the two… tent is shut…

Could feel the cool…the moonlit sky… the music getting louder…the nocturnal insects… singing along… starts glimmering… leaves rustling… and a sudden still… as I meet those gaze again… I was mesmerized… It was dawning upon me…it dawned… it dawned upon that I am seeing…I am meeting a soul… i am excited… and I embrace it with open arms.. heart beats rapid… as I embrace…and I now know… I am living…I am meeting myself… its my life..calling upon… I embraced.. I embraced myself… I gazed in those eyes… I was coming in terms with ownself… It was an introduction with myself..my life… with the perfect ambience… nature singings its lore… its her…its me… I have fallen… no.. I have risen…