Sand at my feet...

He did not like to disappoint his subconscious. But it was a perfect paradise in disguise. He was fast asleep. The other night, it was at its best. One which every man would yearn for. A dream never seen before.

He would always sit in his bungalow and watch his plantations grow without any watering. Even if they did need some moisture, the clouds used to shiver and shower on his commands, whenever he wanted them to, wherever he wanted them to. The scarecrow would be continuously in motion through the farm to keep the crows at bay. The bullocks would plough the earth on their own. They had to sign the cheques too.

Then there were birds which used to seed the ploughed land, through the extremes of their food pipe. The sheepdog also gathered the wool. The harvest went straight to the kitchen and was not allowed to come out uncooked. Evenings were just great. Canines and felines were made to sing and horses had to do the percussion. Working out was effortless too. He just had to complete 2 push-ups and his muscles seemed all ready for an international competition. His lamp was running out of oil. But it dint bother him much. It would glow even without the oil.

For reading, he just had to flip through the pages of any book. He felt really knowledgeable after doing that. He had completed reading over 50000 books now and he could answer anything he was asked. He was almost a sage. But he never understood why people having different faiths have similar morphology. Why many carry hatred and deceit in them even though they are physically fit. Why people choose not to walk on sand. And why the grass always looks greener on the other side.

He dint have to run behind the chickens. They surrendered and stopped evading whenever he wanted some flesh. They also delivered him boiled and peppered eggs regularly. The grass always looked greener on the other side. He was green with envy when he saw that his neighbour’s farm looked greener. How could his plants grow faster, when he was the one who had worked harder? He ordered the red cow for some mango milk shake. He craved for some drink. He crushed some sugarcane and drew a few glasses of beer from them. The weed rolled itself into a paper. The maid unclogged the chimney.

He asked his mother’s subconscious to surrender to her, and ordered 50 kilograms of sleep for her. He ordered the undertaker to bury all the alarms.

Morning brought the sunshine. His door was being knocked melodiously. It was the cows. They had brought some milk for him. He was really tired of all this now, as he had worked really hard. But he just sat on his chair, watching his friend’s farm grow faster than his. He wanted to put in more effort. The city was calling him. He called up his teacher in college.

“Your journals and assignments are completed by me. I have also written a leave application for you and submitted it to the office. So what if it slipped out of your mind? The college is also offering you a scholarship for your constructive holidaying. It will set a great example for our students. Please accept it for the good.”

“Madam, you are saying this because the grass always looks greener on the other side. Ask me about it. Isn’t it looking greener to you on my side? I want to come back. Moreover, it is very difficult to walk on sand.”

Next day, huge flamingos fled him to his city.

The sound of the alarm was deafening. It always challenged his subconscious.

“Good morning beta!”

“Good morning Mom! Mom, why does the grass always look greener on the other side?”

She took a pause and answered with a grin on her face, as if she had seen everything what he had. “Because somebody wants you to take up the challenge and make yours look greener. Look at your alarm. Doesn’t it always take up the challenge against your subconscious?”

“Mom, where are my crutches?”

The time was sprinting, but he took up the challenge.

The Planet of Apes

Independence: When a nation goes down, or a society perishes, one condition may always be found; they forgot where they came from. They lost sight of what had brought them along.
-Carl Sandburg

Once upon a time, when humans were still monkeys, there already existed a much powerful and highly evolved form of primates on The Jupiter. As the restless and sprinting time passed by, the humans evolved into what they are and the Apes on The Jupiter became more advanced and their technology and machinery more sophisticated. They pitied humans, and to a certain extent were a bit shameful, as their brothers were not able to cope with tremors, global warming, waves, volcanoes, wars, viruses, etc. They wondered whether there were any other forces involved in their evolution as self-limiting, self-destroying and selfish beings. Yet they wondered why they were called “The Social Homo Sapiens Sapiens”. After a series of unfortunate events, the Apes were desperately waiting for a good change to occur for their cousins. Finally, when everything seemed to go haywire, they decided to offer Humans a helping hand. But the Humans did nothing unusual by turning the opportunity down.

“We, as mammals, have a come a long way. We have evolved into the most intelligent beings on earth, and probably the Universe as well. Whatever we’ve been through was not able to destroy us, unlike other beings, which either eat their own fellows or are vulnerable to nothing but death, whenever they are in crisis. And thus, could no longer hope to establish as concrete a civilisation, as ours. Although we’ve seen times which let us down, we had that will, which helped us to rise above all situations. From conquering all creatures of the planet, to finding sound answers for potentially dangerous diseases, we have proved that no other life force can be as superior, as paramount, as omnipotent and as impeccable as The Human beings themselves. Our tame animals, lame creatures, from the smallest to the largest, silently and helplessly sacrifice themselves for the betterment of Humans and the Humanity.

Years after years, we’ve been successful in maximising the comforts in life, making this globe smaller and time is not too far, when we will conquer life itself. Knowledge so immense, so in-depth, so vast, from the smallest division of the matter to the largest solar bodies, which the Apes can only remotely dream of achieving. What really makes us strongest is the N-Power, which can destroy any…………………………………any extraterrestrial invasion.”

The Apes realising that the task ahead is an impracticable and impervious one to their efforts, only just cared to reply in a pessimistic and sarcastic way-

“Our dear brothers, we really admire your perseverance, dedication and intelligence, which makes you what you are. But what will the Mother Earth think when she is left with no option, except to accept the disastrous human creations on herself. And the already scarce land on her is further divided into pieces. Whom will she shower her blessings on, when her own children betray her in the name of religion? It seems when you get used to your daily chores, a feeling of boredom and depression creeps in. You tend to break away from your domain and act in an utterly undisciplined manner. Surprisingly the female counterparts invade shopping malls and other half of your species invades others’ homes. Some of them even go on to invade other countries.

Never did we experience the soothing air-conditioned rooms, nor the pleasurable and engrossing entertainment equipment, nor the exhilarating speed of fossil fuel operated vehicles, or the unexpected, unforeseen and such varied climatic changes, or the ever accumulating and immortal “plastic” gadgets, the penetrating affection of the almighty Sun, the affectionate warmth of The Mother Earth, just enough to melt the polar ice, the abundantly filled and over flowing seas, the stupefying and mesmerising perfume of industrialisation, the sooty fog on a tender morning, and the steadily flowing dark rivers. Never did we see a sweet, crumbled up little child, embracing The Jupiter, like we see on every other street on The Mother Earth. We never saw lakhs of innocent people losing their lives, because of few men in patriotic attire, but a treasonous and traitorous heart inside. And we definitely did not come across any species characterised by members who eat their own fellows.

We always believed that Humans exhibited ‘Humanity’, a quality that makes one and all feel good. But now we are compelled to accept ‘Humanity’ as a word with two meanings. One, which your present day species exhibit and the other, which exists in many of your holy books. The cranium that you possess is no doubt larger than us, but inside it seems so shallow. And now, we can already see your tailbone growing stronger again.”

The Fillers: Random one liners, T-shirt quotes, ice breakers, etc.

These are not main course items. These are fillers. Just like morning breakfast or the evening supper. A light meal for the mind. Like the vital warm-up before a intense exercise. Just like foreplay before your most memorable night! There’s nothing serious about them. They are just like that! Each one is unique. Not related in any way to the previous one or the one succeeding.
Please do not copy if you like them...

• A girl with a good body but an unattractive face is like music with heavy percussion but no melody.
• I am feeling drowsy, but I don’t want to sleep. Give me some shots of cocaine, talk to me!
• I have many soft corners for you, you can touch a few!
• I was never so keen to learn surface anatomy as much as I am now. Thanks to you.
• You are looking so fine, that I am feeling underdressed.
• What could be the distance between Earth and the Moon? So you don’t know! Cool! What else do we have in common?
• Smoking smothers, Beer stinks, Drugs stick, Safe Sex rules!
• I am God cursed, Devil blessed!
• Once upon a time, I was lazy, and the times never changed. I suffer from Motivational Deficiency!
• I have what you want, if you have what I want.
• People told me, intelligence is bliss. But the phrase “Ignorance is bliss” is really famous. I was confused. So I ignored intelligence!
• Don’t raise your hands and open your mouth when you stink!
• What’s up? Not much?! I thought you had a few grey cells up there!
• I never talk to stones.
• I will try my best to get up early. Let’s see if my sub-conscious co-operates!
• He was rich. He had a bumper harvest every year. His lands were massive, full of weeds!

To be continued...sooner or later!

The Bacilli in Disguise

This is a story of a young person, which brings to light few concepts related to the famous system of medicine- Homeopathy. This is a science which involves treating patients based on the law ‘Similia Similibus Curentur’ which means ‘like cures like’. Thus the medicine capable of producing symptoms in healthy individuals will cure the same symptoms in diseased individuals!

Please refer the P.S. for better understanding of the story, as some words may seem irrelevantly placed, unless their meaning in relation to Homeopathy is correlated.

A case of phthisis, was in the deepest of crisis.
In search of an antidote, where the disease was in vogue,
He flew, walked, talked and slept too!
How beautiful was her style, smile and sight!
It felt heaven, when she kissed him goodnight.
He was erotic, but the disease was endemic.

The new T.B. bacilli, all geared up to explore his alveoli,
Had no mercy, felt no sympathy.
But the ATTENUATED air, only freed him from his despair!

Now, the Intelligent Intelligence,
Be it natural or artificial,
Would question what was beneficial...
Was it natural cure by ATTENUATION?
Or was it natural coincidence by SUSPENSION?

The cause remained unknown, the story untold.
Too late for the mystery to unfold.
The young lad reached the crematory,
Before he could reach the laboratory!

Everything goes on fine,
With a loaf of bread, some butter
And a glass full of wine.
But the curiosity drives us restless.
Till eternity we will be helpless.

He was erotic, but the disease endemic!
Was it Homeopathy that ALMOST spared him from phthisis?
Or was it the S.T.D. which drove him into crisis?

P.S.-
- Phthisis=Tuberculosis.

- The word ‘attenuated’ here means diluted. The homeopathic prescriptions often involve medicines which are administered in diluted forms. This doesn’t necessarily mean that the person was administered homeopathic medicine. I frequently encountered the question “Did the lady give him some medicine?” The ‘attenuated air’ which he breathed in, served that purpose here, as the air contained the T.B. bacilli in the ‘diluted’ form, contributed by many people who were T.B. stricken in that area.

- ‘Suspension’ word was used by Dr. Samuel Hahnemann, the founder of homeopathy, and some others during that period (about 160 yrs ago), by which he meant that a pre-existing weaker disease would be suspended in a person when he is affected by a stronger disease later, which in this case was the S.T.D.

Defeating Gandhi...

24th and 26th July 2008: Terror strikes India again, and we helplessly assume a state of constant fear, and an unforced, unconditional anxiety.

We live in an era where the word "Humanity" holds two meanings...one which exists only in Holy Books and the other in the world in which Humans exist...
-Priteesh C.

I can now say with assurance that we rightly call Gandhi as the father of this nation. We are accepting slaps after slaps on our faces, with a deceiving hope that our neighbors will co-operate. That WAS the most practical solution with best possible outcomes. May be they are not happy with the phenomenal progress we are making, and they choose to be the thorns in the running feet, unaware of the fact that we can carry them along. Again, root cause being, typical "Human" behavior is an absolute rarity nowadays, as expressed by myself earlier.

Changing minds is important. Terrorists in a way are quite unclouded. They know what their goal is. They are dedicated and determined. That is a positive trait they hold, unlike us. Also, we do not learn from them. We move on with our lives like any other day. A dedicated youth only can make a change. A casual attitude is the last thing we want. An alert and vigil mind will detect any foul play promptly. A short term memory too is not desirable. We need to learn from our mistakes made in the past and remember the learning with practical application so as to avoid early damage.

We must change our minds, and also try to bring about a change in theirs. Considering the intensity of fan following in certain subjects among us, it is not difficult to imagine that all celebrities collectively standing for a noble cause can bring about a drastic change in their minds. I believe their source of entertainment is not anything out of a few selected arenas- film, cricket, music, etc. And I believe there must be some sort of malleability or impressionability left in them. (If they are not really that primitive as yet!).

Yes, changing minds is indeed important! We must now defeat the Gandhi in us. Even Bose was a dedicated leader! I wonder why we ignore him so much. Treating a single part won’t cure the disease. Putting out a flame won’t end the fire. Containing a side stream won’t stop the flood. Similarly catching hold of a handful of terrorists won’t end terrorism. We must reach the roots and destroy them, i.e. Afghanistan, Pakistan and the allied. Bose was indeed one step ahead of every one else! Innocent lives will be lost, but I would prefer calling it a “Sacrifice”. A sacrifice for a better, brighter future. For the world to be a better place to live in. Where “Humanity” in its pure form would REGAIN existence...

Feel free to type your views and suggestions regarding this issue.

The Prettiest Cry

One sunny day...

When I was finally free,

The day everyone smiled at me.

When a lot of hands fondled me,

And many blessings were showered on me.

One sunny day...

When I had enough to drink,

With no worries on my mind to think,

When I felt most energetic,

Almost Super-human, Super-athletic.

One sunny day…

When everything was so fine,

Yet I could not help crying.

God had created His prettiest form,

On that day I was finally born…

This Side of Paradise

The phone booth seemed too distant for him, but all he could do was wish. Wish that he could approach it and make his presence felt to his dear ones. He felt isolated and abandoned. He was broken and crippled. Lonely and drained out. The day broke and the sun gradually grew older. He couldn't move an inch and felt paralysed, as he lay there, motionless. He could do nothing, except to hope that he would survive just one more day under the scorching sun. He was rich. He had a bumper harvest every year. His lands were massive. Full of weeds...

The Muslim lady, who sat beside him everyday, had just completed an hour-long offering to her Lord. She walked away with a satisfied look on her face, as if she had nothing more to ask for. Every morning, as this daily ritual was enacted, he wondered what pleasure she attained in doing that. But in the end, he wished that a blessing or two, which the Almighty showered on her, fell on him too.


The everyday hustle and bustle had made him go insane. He wished that that hour had never ended, and that he had the innocence around him forever, which was awfully lacking in his surroundings. Everyday, the slum children came there yelling, and played their favourite sport, like expert novices. The game meant a lot to them. Everytime the ball hit him, he was asked to move away in an abusive manner. All he could do was move few inches. But the words only made him weaker, more than his own efforts. He could notice no difference in the brats and him. In his perspective- both had a lot of time. But on the one hand, it was sprinting and on the other, it made the snails feel better.


He saw the youth being wasted in front of his eyes. When he took a look around, he saw the same story, but a different scene. Children carrying loads, drawing conventional machineries, and a few of them lying by the roadside in a situation very much akin to his. Skinny, listless, malnourished and dehydrated. The sooty smoke being continuously pumped into their lungs. All these were inherited through their parents, who, along with loneliness gave them freedom and themselves got lost in the big world. He wished he could share a word of sympathy with them and shed a tear or two, for them. But he was too dry to be able to do that. He couldn't cry.


He survived the days and lived the nights. Too many people a majority of them, out of innumerable, who passed by him, had no time for him. But a few of them, threw pennies at him on which he survived. What he yearned for was their blessings. "Stay away old man, what you got was enough.", was all that he fetched. He knew that they were going through their worse days, and were only trying to make themselves feel better. He realised that the people who dint threw at him an unkind penny, were at least not hypocrites. In all of them, he desperately seeked a quality that he had heard, all humans exhibited. But never found it in one. It was called "Humanity". It dawned on him that the word humanity held two meanings- one which existed only in holy books and the other, in the world in which he existed.


Every night, he used to gaze at innumerable stars up in the sky. They were his only companions. The moon took his spirits to a high and made him feel romantic. But soon he realised there was no roof over his head. The dim sky got dimmer as the monsoon clouds started hovering over his head. And the city lights made the picture hazier. Within a few days, it started pouring heavily and that place was no longer safe for him. He had survived many monsoons, many summers and many winters, but this time he was giving way. His eyes were searching for those stars that he loved to watch, but all he could see were dark clouds conquering them hundreds at a time. He was desperately trying to hold on, but in his heart of hearts, he knew that the end was nearing. He yelled out something, but there was no spare ear for him.


"I am feeling drowsy, but I don’t want to sleep.
Give me some shots of cocaine, let me live.
Let me see my children, then I shall leave!"

The phone booth remained elusive.