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A Vacant Mind

Sometimes He wonders If he can simply put an end to his random thoughts. Those random sentences in his head that drives him crazy even if he isn’t. Sometimes he wonders what might had happened if humans could have controlled their shackled thoughts, just grab the productive ones out, and ignore the unproductive ones. Can they? Thoughts, Inspirations, Imaginations are one of those factors that drive the society forward. To Imagine a world only of thinkers with productive thoughts, one can only Imagine a world progressing faster than any civilization with enormous amount of polymaths the Earth has ever witnessed. Imagine things next to impossible.

This is yet one of those nights, when thoughts rumble in his head. Boundless agony, frustration, annoyance that makes his mind to vomit them in form of randomly arranged letters that makes sense. For a moment his mind is a dark alley, a place covered with stinking filth everywhere. Yet they say it’s a gold mine. A mine that can produce more gold than even Midas can ever do. It is darkness. Absolute darkness. Just mumbling, some random voices shrieking out at their highest pitch to make him whine. As the walls of his consciousness trembles, he feels horrified. He fears the scared himself more. He needs to put an end to thinking, stop those sporadic thoughts. He is not bipolar, nor Schizophrenic, He can stop them, Yes! He can.

But alas! Reality shouts that he cannot.

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Bygone are those days, when his imagination contained of a colored world, those eyes that turned bewildered every time they saw a new object. That infinite unsustainable curiosity that did drive his enthusiasm infinitely insane to know more about itself. Bygone are those days when he wondered where Rainbow begins from, or why the water doesn’t travel upwards. As the Wide oggly eyes of amazement have paralyzed themselves to perfunctory ones.  As his mind embraced the trauma of adulthood. In the midst of darkness those eyes now search for a hint of light, they need peace, they need something serene, they need an inspiration.

He is afraid that his ambitions are weak. That even with the slightest of a quake it shall destroy it like a House of cards. He wonder’s if his life shall remain as dull as it is, always. He quotes himself of Albert Camus. He believes that in the midst of winter, he shall find the invisible summer within him. He tries to keep calm, but his ruthless head doesn’t let him to do so. Tired, he throws his books to the edge of his table. Frustrated deep down, he inserts the pen to his cap with infinite precision. He wonders if he can scourge back to the past to steal his own thoughts. Thoughts that really made him happy. As all his attempts towards a silent mind goes futile with every passing second, He wants to yell, to scream and shout the ongoing thoughts in his head, to push them out of his own body like tiny droplets of sweat. Unbearable negativity, this is it.

With an indefinite number of thoughts oozing, most of them out of which he thinks does not matter even the slightest , he longs for peace. Famished and devastated he silently sinks in his bed, as he turns off the light to embrace darkness physically. The noise of the fan that keeps on rotating above his head sounds more sweet when compared to his own voice. He tries to lose himself in it. He tries again and again, as it only aggravates his situation further.

The more he yields to his unfathomable thoughts, the more ambivalent he becomes. He wonders if he is in fact in a war with the self within him. He wonders if the thoughts of vendetta against his own thoughts are justifiable. He wonders if he shall avoid them forever if he could. He just wonders, as he stares into the dark sky full of stars, with a vacant mind.

The King of Procrastination

Procrastination is defined as -something that I shall tell you later on-, or, It is the act of replacing high priority actions with that of lower ones. (I was too lazy to write my own definition, so I copied it from Wikipedia.) It is a vicious cycle of guilt and wastage of time. You feel you are screwed, you feel like you are digging up holes for yourself on your own road of life, still you keep on doing it. You try to resist yourself from doing so, but you realize only once you have completed doing it up. And it is always too late, you cannot undo the whatever you did, nor that you can spend more time on repenting over it. It’s just ‘What is done is already done and I am totally screwed’. But you don’t care.

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The story of Procrastination so far…

November 29, 2012: It’s been a long time since I have wrote something up here. I shall write today. *2 hours later* Tomorrow shall be good I guess.

December 1: Aah! A day late, well there is always time. Tomorrow.

December 3: I have my re-mid-semesters from today.  I shall write once my exams are complete.

December 13: So exams are finally over. :)  I shall write the post today.* Spends the whole day watching Fringe, White Collar, wasting time in Facebook and etc.* Tomorrow it is then..

December 20th: I should write it today. But, End semesters are on 22nd and I have a hell of a lot of course to finish off! *Spends the whole day watching TV shows and movies*

December 30th: So finally end semesters is over, I can write something using my free mind now! *Gets Drunk, Spends all the time on random stuff on Internet*. Tomorrow. Maybe.

December 31st (Morning): I shall write it once I reach back home, it shall be my last post for this year. A nice way to end the year.

December 31st (Evening): I shall write on night, just before the new year starts. :) *Spends watching stuff and reading novel.* The first post of year tomorrow.

January 1st: I am going to write it today definitely.  Hell yes. By any means. *Watches TV Shows, reads Novels, spends time in Quora, and a little bit in Facebook.*

January 11th:  Friend posts something here today. Inspired. I shall write today. *Sleeps Early.*

January 13th: I am going to write today. But on what topic? A vacant mind is all that I have. Oh wait. That term, let’s write on what I have activity I have been indulging myself in since the Past Month. Procrastination. That evil Bastard!

So Procrastination, can it be avoided? Can someone spend a life without procrastinating? Can someone utilize all of the time he has properly? Hell NO. I would like to steal down few sentences from another post by one another Procrastinating Creature.

“Nothing in this world is absolute, no machine is fully efficient, no gas is ideal, no human is non-flawed and no marriage is perfect. Hence the idea of a non-procrastinating creature is completely eliminated. “  I shall strengthen up my point by using a quote by  later at some point. Damn.

The main reason behind this damn thing called Procrastination, is that, we think we are genius, clever, brilliant, intelligent <–Insert more-shitty-objectives-here-coz-I-am-lazy–> creatures. Most of us think we are best when we are absolutely not. Everybody (Common) thinks that his ideas and thoughts are completely unique till he/she reaches 21, or simply falls down too many times to finally realize it. We spend most time on classes without writing notes, thinking that we can remember them. Most of us don’t study until the day before exam, thinking that we can cover the whole course in one day. But then again, we don’t. The laptop is in the verge of dying, same is for phone. It’s kind of yelling “A-Hole why don’t you put me in charge” in it’s language, but we don’t. We don’t even bother to change the random name of a random file in our computer. You like a link in the internet, but  you still don’t bookmark it. I might have written more, but then again, I won’t. We wonder of going to the moon, while we are only sitting in the toilet applying pressure in our stomach to let shit out. Yes, it’s life, it’s procrastination.

Bothering, that’s what Procrastination is completely not based at all. You think you are awesome, you dream of amazing things, innovative ideas, creative shit, but all that goes in vain. You have a spirit, but you still lack it. Motivation is just an imaginary word. A thing that you can never achieve, but you think you have plenty. ‘Thoughts’ are just a synonym for ‘Work’. There exists nothing such as priority. It never did, It never shall.

However, there are advantages of procrastinating too. Many of them are unimaginably creative, irrespective of the mere fact that they don’t use it. Maybe in future Somebody shall invent a mind control machine, and procrastinators are going to rule the world. Maybe.

It’s true that Procrastination is just like Masturbation, in the end you are Just Screwing Yourself only, but then again, You don’t care. You Procrastinate.You always remain high on Procrastination.

Post started on: 13th January 2013
Completed on (Or so I believe) : 22nd January 2013

Procrastination

Starving foOdie….

 

Discretionary Disclaimer:

The characters, places, events, foodstuffs depicted in this articulate creation are purely fictional which are solely based on non-fictional & fictional ideas & incidences as well. Any factual resemblance & relation, if intentionally or unintentionally found, to any of such characters, places, events, foodstuffs, facts & figures, has to be purely coincidental. This article does not tend & even attempt to distinguish or merely compare between the ones who are tagged to be a ‘hardcore foOdie’ or the ones who are simply blamed or naturally to be starving like skeletons……….

Also due care has been taken while conceptualizing the sensitive yet hungry stuffs dealt while critically dissecting the insects of ‘food for thought’; while bearing with the salty, spicy words etc throughout the couple of episodes. The pictorial representation, several content or otherwise depicted throughout the theme based for this articulate creation are for exemplary purpose & to certain extent does resemble any intentional connection to express support or show the brighter side & the other side of being a ‘starving foOdie’ & also an attempt of spreading the word for creating awareness or some ‘issued in public interest’ kindda stuff.

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EpisOde oNe.

That ‘thought’ struck at some very spurring moment, while gulping down the foodstuffs, in a messy mess, crowded with tables, chairs, fans, jugs, glasses etc etc. It may be bit ironical in a sense………..but, it’s a place which is surrounded with half a dozen sign boards which bluntly converses as, ‘Do not waste food’ & over & above also supporting & backing with boards saying ‘Save food’. Still, casually & as usual, just revolving thoughts around that unusual thought of……………….‘starving foOdie’…………….So moving back to the theme, taking the glimpses of a foOdie & his starve for food.

‘Food’ is any substance consumed to provide nutritional support for the body. It is usually of plant or animal origin & contains essential nutrients, such as carbohydrates, fats, proteins, vitamins, or minerals. The substance is ingested by an organism and assimilated by the organism’s cells in an effort to produce energy, maintain life, or stimulate growth. Historically, people secured food through two methods: hunting & gathering, & agriculture. Today, most of the food energy consumed by the world population is supplied by the food industry. The right to food is a human right derived from the International Covenant on Economic, Social and Cultural Rights (ICESCR), recognizing the “right to an adequate standard of living, including adequate food”, as well as the “fundamental right to be free from hunger”.

Most food has its origin in plants. Some food; around 2,000 plant species which are cultivated for food, is obtained directly from plants; but even animals that are used as food sources are raised by feeding them food derived from plants. Cereal grain is a staple food that provides more food energy worldwide than any other type of crop. Seeds are typically high in unsaturated fats and, in moderation, are considered a health food, although not all seeds are edible. Large seeds, such as those from a lemon, pose a choking hazard, while seeds from apples and cherries contain a poison (cyanide).

Vegetables are a second type of plant matter that is commonly eaten as food. These include root vegetables (potatoes & carrots), bulbs (onion family), leaf vegetables (spinach and lettuce), stem vegetables (bamboo shoots and asparagus), and inflorescence vegetables (broccoli and other vegetables such as cabbage or cauliflower).

Animals are used as food either directly or indirectly by the products they produce. Meat is an example of a direct product taken from an animal, which comes from muscle systems or from organs. Food products produced by animals include milk produced by mammary glands, which is processed into dairy products (cheese, butter etc). In addition, birds and other animals lay eggs, which are often eaten, & bees produce honey, nectar from flowers, which is a popular sweetener in many cultures. Some cultures consume blood, sometimes in the form of blood sausage, as a thickener for sauces, or in a cured, salted form for times of food scarcity.

Having elucidated about foodstuffs; foOdie (sometimes spelled foody) is an informal term for a particular class of aficionado & enthusiast of food & drink. The word was coined in 1981 by Paul Levy and Ann Barr, who used it in the title of their 1984 book ‘The Official FoOdie Handbook’.

Although used interchangeably, foOdies differ from gourmets in that gourmets are epicures of refined taste, whereas foOdies are amateurs who simply love food for consumption, study, preparation, news etc. FoOdies are a distinct hobbyist group &their typical interests & activities include the food industry, wineries and wine tasting, breweries and beer sampling, food science, following restaurant openings and closings and occasionally reopenings, food distribution, food fads, health and nutrition, cooking classes, culinary tourism, and restaurant management. Many publications have food columns that cater to foOdies and many of the websites carrying the name foOdie have become popular amongst the foOdies.

Moving a step further, ‘Fooding’ is the brand of a restaurant guide and gastronomic events; is a contraction of the words “food” and “feeling”, the Fooding aims to “defend a less-intimidating gastronomy for those who want to cook and nourish themselves in an unstuffy fashion”. The Fooding’s mission across its editorial activities and events is to liberate cuisine from the traditional codes and conventions that confine it, to give chefs the possibility of expressing themselves more fully, and to give contemporary eaters a true taste of the times. It emphasizes “the appetite for novelty and quality, rejection of boredom, love of fun, the ordinary, the sincere, and a yearning to eat with the times”.

Likewise, ‘Foodpairing’ is a method for identifying which foods go well together. The method is based on the principle that foods combine well with one another when they share key flavor components. Foodpairing is a relatively new method and is often confused with “wine and food pairing“, which is the practice of matching wine with food. By contrast, foodpairing is used to analyze food and to find chemical components that they have in common.

The foodpairing method is designed to inspire chef, foOdies, home cooks and food engineers. The method aids recipe design and provides new possible food combinations, which are theoretically sound on the basis of their flavor. Foodpairing provides possible food combinations, which are solely based on the intrinsic properties of the different food products, they are based on the flavor compounds which are present in the products. This results in possible combinations that are innovative and are not influenced or restricted by cultural and traditional context of the products. This independence occasionally results in surprising and unusual combinations.

Also, foodpairing is able to provide a basis for the success of traditionally settled food combinations. It is not a coincidence that the vast majority of the traditional top hit combinations, like bacon and cheese, asparagus and butter have many flavor components in common. For instance, coffee contains 700 different aroma compounds, but there are only a couple of aromas important for the smell of coffee because most of the aromas are present in concentrations that are not perceptible with the nose; they are present in concentrations lower than their flavor threshold.

P.S. :Leaving that ‘hunger’ on this note for now, to avoid overdose & overcooking of words & resultantly again wastage of words…. Till than, just ‘starve’ for ‘something’…..’anything’…….. & ‘everything’………..

~Thank You~

Spoilt Brat & a Spoiling Brat.

Discretionary Disclaimer:

The characters, places, events depicted in this articulate creation are purely non-fictional which are solely based on non-fictional & fictional ideas & incidences. Any factual resemblance & relation, if intentionally or unintentionally found, to any of such characters, places, events, facts & figures, has to be purely coincidental. Also due care has been taken while conceptualizing the sensitive yet controversial stuffs & adult subject matter dealt while critically dissecting the insect of ‘getting spoilt’.

The pictorial representation, several content or otherwise depicted throughout the theme based for this articulate creation are for exemplary purpose & do not resemble any intentional connection to express support or show the brighter side of the other side of ‘being spoilt’ nor any attempt of spreading the word for creating awareness or some ‘issued in public interest’ kindda stuff.

Well, still perplexed about the title of this article?..

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This yet again other articulate creation is not mere act to compile some glossy words to dump into sentences & further dozen full of sentences into paragraphs to make a stereotype abstract article as usual; prima facie, just to give a gist, before directly mixing up the words; instead, it’s a mere attempt to dissect & castrate the offensive, impolite & odious words which tends to cross down the grammatical framework & catch the attention of being odd man out.

In the recent weeks time, flooded with the news while scrolling by the newspapers, news channels, social networking sites & micro blogging sites; & even crowded streets in the name of ‘protests & agitation’ expressing shock, outrage & anguish through stage demonstrations, black dots, screaming in unison & raising serious concern by sustaining relentless pressure of tear gases, water cannons, lathi charges, pelting stones; for amending petitions, laws & legislations, action & justice against heinous crimes for the ‘voice to be heard & sought for’.

Undoubtedly, when it comes to ‘brat’; they are conveniently ignored & tagged to be having gone out of hands, being futile & beyond any scope for improvement & rehabilitation. The underlying fact lies that, almost each one of us are willingly or unwillingly & intentionally or unintentionally either spoiling, getting spoilt or just aspiring to get spoilt at some or other point of time. It’s presumably a human nature & intrinsic factor, yet, the decision to maintain, bend or simply cross the limits (of the so-called socialized & civilized society) at different points of time, rests solely with the self, at all points of time.

Perceiving from the point of view of not some mature creature from Mars (Men) or even Venus (Women); but just to take a glance in the capacity of being an amateur from ‘Earth’ (a planet in the solar system having reached beyond an over & excess carrying capacity & resource utilization). So getting back on the GPS network to hover from different nooks of the world & sustaining the intensity of the sensitivity.

 

For some, it may have been just sensational news to sensitize & rejoice for a while, topic for gossips, discussions & debates, an issue to sip over with cuppa coffee (concluding the conversation as ‘Bigade hue baap k bigade hua bete’), or just for the sake to raise the flags, holding placards & light candles.

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Give a break’……………………………………………………………..…Isn’t it something like  a daily soap which has been finely scripted & meticulously edited to add up spicy stuffs & twists of political turbulences, inflationary pressures, coal & gas allocations, spectrum allocations, scams & Swiss bank accounts, business & corporate lobbies, death sentences & their bail plea for terrorist activities, sequels & remakes of movies & albums, infertile & fragmented agricultural lands, inefficient policing, heat of burning money, outdated social norms, leagues & seasons of sports, political unwillingness, eradicating corruption, poverty, unemployment, power shortages  & such macro level hurdles, rising food & commodities’ prices, economic slowdown, threat from neighboring countries & diplomat willpower of super power & developed countries, infant mortality & such countless & endless list of problems & deadly vicious circle of tribulations. It’s just like the cassettes of episodes of Jessica’s brutal killings, aarushi’s murder, aruna shanbaug case, scam & fraud cases (CWG, Spectrum allocation etc etc), ‘bill against corruption’, which were in the spotlight for chewing the TRP factor for some couple of month’s time & such case files are either pending or simply wiped away in the light of other innumerous breathtaking news; & contritely innumerous & infinite cases & incidences which are not given heed of still do exists & prevail fearlessly.

With the very inception of a sperm into the process of forming a baby in to the womb; the struggle of that baby begins to adjust & adapt with the environment. With fumbling words & seeking attention of everyone, struggle to balance & walk over owns feet, later, to socialize & behave with utmost discipline & manners & running in the competition of being an ‘all-rounder’. As the process of cocoon progresses; the upbringing & nurturing (of values, ethics, morals, principles, cultures & even lot more stuffs) blends together & is hammered until the screws are tightened from time to time from peers, friends, colleagues, wards & guardian, relatives, family members & such endless creatures. Such baby is just exposed to let face the intricacies from the outside unsafe world of the vultures & sharks hovering to pounce on their dreamland.

Prioritizing the ‘need of the minute’ & keeping aside the ‘need of the hour’; is to introspect at least once & confront the cause & effect conflict. With the simple thumb rule, that an individual being a social animal; strives to socialize & form   a group, advancing to community, society, village, district, state, province, union territory, country, continent, world, planet, solar system & just beyond the universe. So, if the universe has to sprout from a particle of individual; then it is indeed a requisite of the minute to ‘introspect from within’ to know where to lead & how to lead the way.

The underlying fact of this articulate creation still dwindles & lies on the thin line of difference of perceiving the mindset of individual. The contaminated thoughts which leads to contaminated deeds; requires just a matter of self control & self realization to refine & filter out the stains of conspiracies & ill fated criminal activities. Undisputedly, self control & self realization aren’t just some sessions & chapters from the thesis of philosophy or mythology; nut a means to live & let others live. Yet, why it has to become so sensational; getting onto the nerves, unless & until it gets into an episode on that ‘idiot box’ or even some techno gadgets like tabs & notebooks. Overlooking the severity of physical & mental assaults, eve teasing mischief’s, honor killing, dowry blackmails, domestic violence & countless social stigmas (which are conveniently & blindly witnessed inside the shut doors, behind the curtains of the closed windows & hell lot hide out places & open public places). Ignoring the ‘cause’ will sooner or later instigate the ‘effect’; which may have its own self destructing & devastating exploitations. The helpless & gone cases of ‘brats’ are then forced on to follow the footsteps (on the tunes of ‘duniya ne humko diya kya, duniya ne humse liya kya…..) to fly in the smoky air, hooking, drug addiction, alcoholic beverages, dirty politics, snake bite, addictive porno stuff, hangovers, heavy puffs. They aren’t just spoiling their own lives, but gradually spoiling the lives of the ones who are connected & attached. Resultantly, the opinions, comments & approach are getting worse & pathetic (for & by) the opposite sexes & for the very extremes even about same sex creatures.

In the bottom line of this turbulences, weighing the best between two extremes is quite a simple effortless task; but then weighing the best out of two or more stuffs having similar characteristics (good, better or even best stuffs & in contrast, bad & worst) lies the real effort to scrap the second best opportunities & other alternatives. Spoiling the ‘cause’ will definitely spoil its ‘effect’ as well.

~Thank You~

The Fenced Hell.

Discretionary Disclaimer:

All the persons, characters, places, events, facts & figures depicted & compiled in this article are purely based on real life incidences. Any resemblance to any of such persons, characters, places, events, facts & figures whether living or fictional has to be purely coincidental!..

fenced hell

Going by the disclaimer, to begin directly with the preface of this yet another articulate creation; some time back, had read somewhere in management that ‘there is a place for everything & likewise everything has to have a place’; to add to it, there’s also a name for each such place; be it by characteristic appearance, rituals & traditions followed, direction & time wise, geographical density, climatic conditions, pre conceived notions etc.

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At this very ‘place’, again taking an exuberant chance to explore & describe about one such ‘place’; for most of the others, it could undoubtedly be ‘a place far away from home’; a ‘Second Home’ for a few; while for some others it could be just a ‘place’ in a 3 storeyed building. The official name of this building (where the story takes ‘place’, or more precisely ‘repeats’) is ‘Rajgadh’ (राजगढ); & it also has couple of cousins christened as ‘Krishna’ (कृष्णा) & ‘Savitri’ (सावित्री). To complete the family structure; they too have more than a couple of educational buildings  in the nearby vicinity & also couple of distant niece buildings wherein the whole of the food stuffs preparation & serving takes ‘place’; again officially named as Bakers Pride, Coffee juice center, chotaa canteen, cafeteria; ‘Amrapali’ (आम्रपाली) & ‘Annapurna’ (अन्नपूर्णा).

So getting back to ‘Rajgadh’; a ‘place’ equipped with more than couple of dozen rooms, water coolers, guest rooms etc. The impact of death of a device was such that the so called ‘source of entertainment & leisure time’ through TV rooms was literally swiped away without leaving any traces of evidence of existence. By far now, more than dozen full of months had passed by; having cherished for less than a year or so; most of the rooms had turned into flats, private hostel accommodations & luxurious furnished rooms. Just like an amateur bird is kicked off from the nest (intentionally or otherwise); so as to faceoff & struggle & also survive against the odds in best possible manner.

Well, less than a year or so, had been to one such place tagged as ‘fenced freedom’. With the season of sequel of sequels flooding in & out; probably attempting some kindda ‘sequel’ of that place….a ‘place’ where there was a ‘fence’ & ‘freedom’ too; or rather a ‘place’ with a ‘fenced freedom’!!…& yet tagging the same ‘place’ as ‘fenced hell’. It was merely just like sailing by the waves in the broken dwindling cruise ship (here sailing by a boat would have been smaller in size, appearance, budget etc; so conveniently sailing by the rented cruise ship equipped with all splendid luxuries).

The messy foodstuffs at ‘Amrapali’; bakery & cafeteria; seemed to be tempting restricted for the menu only; otherwise battling for bit extra & scrapping the menu at times would serve the purpose most of the times to fill the tummies. Presumably with the improving quality of messy stuffs, the last minute entering & gulping down timelessly; was indigestible with the vacant table & dozen full chairs around. The ‘ fenced freedom’ had by all means; provoked a sense of being all alone & independent by & large with unusual vibes; while the action packed activities in the ‘three lettered word’; were ensuring to run behind time to meet up with scheduled lectures, sessions, seminars, assignments & projects compilations & viva voce etc. Having adjusted & adapted to such a ‘place’; where it had a fence & a freedom too; yet the other chapter revealed the other side of the same ‘place’ engulfed with ‘fenced freedom’.

Most of the times; some had to struggle & battle for catching up with mobile network & frequencies & most importantly wifi connections & also experimenting to unblock the settings for social networking sites etc. Untimely wandering the long stretched corridors & also the late evening music therapy at rajpath to glance at the stars; were beyond descriptions to revolve thoughts around on anything & everything. Even the vultures in the ‘fenced hell’ were hovering on the long stretched rajpath; just for pouncing on the ‘creatures from venus’.

Also the fireworks & crackers busted without any occasions or festive celebrations, especially at untimely frequencies & intervals were blasting the sound sleep (of security guards & others as well). Unusually this ‘place’ was witnessing & experiencing colorless holi & pollution & sound proof diwali again; so needless to think about other festive occasions filled in most of the calendar dates throughout the year. In the meanwhile, the CEO was just shuffled for some unknown reasons.

The exam fever was yet another tension filled occasion; which turned most of the rooms in to libraries; late night studies & last night hassle preparations, searching for cornered corridors for the sake of studies & pin drop silence. At times, the touch resistant shocks & untimely beeps from water cooler would give bizarre signals & also solar water heaters boiling beyond 90 degrees would literally burnout the buckets & consume ample time to cool down the temperature. The so called haunted stories, screaming in the fullest volume in the dark when lights were flicked of, bizarre birthday celebrations at the very stroke of midnight.

The equation that could very well suite was the number of stays availed in the ‘fenced freedom’ were directly proportional to the number of night outs availed in the ‘fenced hell’. The golden midway was just camping at specific hangouts; which were blessed second homes. The struggle & daily exercise of conserving the resourceful water in less than an hour’s time, optimizing the units of electricity consumed by gadgets & devices such as induction, heater, electronic rods, toaster, speakers & woofers; & most importantly the ‘food’ to be gulped down for the sake of survival, were seamlessly the highly nutrient junk foodstuffs, midnight tea & breakfast etc.

Ironically, when the ‘fenced freedom’ used to be flooded with fellow colleagues; the library & reading hall seemed to be calm & composed with empty chairs & tables; & with the ‘haunted hell’; the same library & reading hall would be flooded most of the times with the same fellow colleagues.

The only soothing place for midnight studies was unexpectedly taken over & sealed by the laundry space, shifted in the corridors terrace. Interestingly, the other side of freedom was not so torturing; with the instinctive ideology of  at times changing the ‘rubber band’; was far much better than the option of loosening & stretching the same ‘rubber band’ in countless times & ways. Distressingly, the corridors were filled with smoke all around, with smoky injurious air hovering like black ash filled clouds & also crackers were bursting like blasts every alternate midnight. With the characters changed & shuffled upside down & destined with witnessing the events & incidences, in nostalgic sense.

Reliving the moments as if going back in the timeline; as if a ‘place’; which had closely witnessed the making of ‘odds & crowds’; leading to ‘king of loneliness’; & ‘confronting confessions’. On similar lines; feeling weak & exhausted from inside; would very well serve the purpose of being strong from outside!!.. With irregular intervals & spurring impulsive moments to breakdown the walls & iron bars; just to breathe a ray of light; whereby escaping the prison bars was far more easier than to bail out or simply file on a temporary custody or remand home or rehabilitation.

It was just like a white little mouse was merely urging & pleading a black fat cat until now; to rescue & safeguard from the conspiracies, trap & defend against the street rats; just to secure a piece of cheese & a ‘peaceful place’ as always. Fortunately or may be unfortunately & even intentionally or may be unintentionally; & with related or even unrelated permutations & combinations; the ‘hell down under place’ was simply haunted like hell….a ‘fenced hell’ for that ‘nadaan parindey’ in true sense.

 ~Thank You~

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