Blahsphemy

You are falling ill.  No I am not.  Yes you are falling ill.  No I am fine.  No you are not.  Yes I am. No.  Yes.    

He was happily dreaming doggy dreams when the bone popped into his life. The problem was that the bone was attached to a hairy leg. It happened too fast for him to even realize whether it was a dream or not. The leg with the bone stepped on his tail which was wagging out of joy from the dream. This caused his mouth to clamp on the bone with the leg. What happened next my friends is every dogs tale.  

The world fell off the edge of the universe today. All the media channels were frantically searching for it. As usual they flocked together in front of God's abode. They wanted to know whether he is the one who did it. Or was it someone else who hated mankind who did it? Someone like Satan? So off went another flock to Hell. Both parties were rewarded with ample amounts of information to confuse everyone else in the universe. Time to switch the channel. 

Suddenly! The word appeared out of nowhere. The blinking cursor next to it added the exact amount of drama to the whole setting. The keyboard waited in anticipation. The fingers hovered above them like birds of prey in a horror movie. Then with one deft stroke an exclamation mark appeared. That was it, period.   

I am still grappling with that story. It's as elusive as ever. At times I wake up thinking I have floored it only to realise that it has slipped away from my grasp. Today, I was again triumphant at flooring him. But, as usual I am alone in this A4 ring panting from all the exertion.   

There was no colour in his world. His monochromatic world was filled with black and white. Some radicals of his time used to think that it was the other way around. His whole generation was black and white. They sang songs, danced, painted, cooked, fought, played and died in black and white. Even his dreams were in black and white. Now as he sat there in that dusty attic, he thought in black and white about what will happen to his picture tube which hasn't seen a decent TV show in years. 

After four days of fighting gravity and fatigue he reached the top. Only to be greeted by the ceiling that never seemed to end. Now what, he asked himself? Looks like another fight, a small voice quipped inside his mind. 

Don't look back. You might spot a missed opportunity. You might catch it receding fast in that rearview mirror of yours. But don't take that you turn, it will change the course of things forever. The words had hardly registered in Vladvivar's brain when he slammed the brakes and veered off the rally track.   

The seeds of doubt have sprouted. She is taking good care of them. Yesterday I saw her showering them with gossip. No wonder they are thriving next to the grapevine. I can't wait to see them bloom.   

"Life is strange. You don't need me to tell you this. We as a human race have witnessed it at every twist and turn of our lives." He switched the station with his trademark twitch and slammed hard on the brakes. Little did he realise that there was a two ton truck  tailgating him.    

Being surrounded by the wrong people is the loneliest thing in the world. He looked at the bumper sticker again. That's my life, he sighed. 

He stared at the supernova one last time. Soon his spaceship will be part of the debris that surrounds the dying star. His engines were running out of juice and the gravitational pull was taking its toll. He glanced at his escape pod and the rest of the crew. They were all aware of what lay ahead for them. His craft was loaded with ammunition of every kind. What if I use the ammo to break free from the deathly pull of this planet? What if the explosion kills us all? We will all anyway end up dead so what more can happen? A sudden meteor burst jolted the ship and he balanced himself by inadvertently pressing the FIRE button.    

Toiletries, check. Clothes, check. Mobile, check. Laptop, check. Chargers, check. Watch, check. Paperback, check. Tickets, check. What about the gazillion sperms in the loo mate?  

How do I break it to her, the doctor pondered. She has cancer but the bigger cancer she is suffering from is her husband. How can I tell someone who is beat that the person she holds in high esteem is nothing but a selfish lout? The doctor smiled at the patient and cleared his throat. You are doing good miss, but you should try to nurture positive thoughts. She quietly got up and walked away. Positive thoughts... thought the doctor.    

I was in another man's dream. He met me near the Golden Gate bridge. I never knew it was him. Maybe he knew I was the stranger in his dream. Otherwise why should he greet me like a long lost friend? Looks like he is going to wake up. Quick, let me escape from his dream.

No I won't blame him. Why? I don't know his side of the story yet. Damn. You will never get to know that. He is too conceited for that. I know, but I need to know why. It will be too late when you will get to know. Damn it. Why do you want me to make him feel miserable? Miserable? He is the one who made your life miserable. This is not going anywhere. I know.