Peace..

Shimmering snow outside..

Burning desire inside..

With Love by my side...

When peace n fervor coincide!

Losers... :|

X: Hey I got a mail today from a fan... :P

Y: oh wow! Wat does he say???

X: In the mail he says, "I was inspired by the way you always used the staircase instead of lift."

Y: LOL.

Y: I thought you were claustrophobic..

X: Well, you see, I always wanted inspire people... :P

Y: :D

Y: I'll blog it.. :D

X: Sure... :D

Relative non-linear Timeline

Its amazing how things of the recent past become so huge suddenly, that you start missing things which were not even existing some time ago! Which basically makes me believe that time is indeed non-linear.

AoA

Never had he heard of such a thing there... This was supposed to be the most advanced domiciles on this planet!

The early morning light greeted his eyes with a wide view of his untidy room. He groped around for his precious (read MAC) and lay there lazily. There was the silent humming of a few random songs and some memories of the night's nightmares... Finally, as if to respect the sun's presence, he rose from the bed!

Graciously he walked, down the stairs to the kitchen. There lay his favorite cup from his lab, neatly washed and dried - just the previous night. Out he poured the week old milk into it, barely giving the expiry date a thought! Though the cup filled, his consciousness barely rose. Out came a couple of spoons of Folgers into the cup and then came the sugar. He noticed something amazing in that. Was he dreaming? Or......

Tiny black spots were pouring into his spoon amidst the pure white sugar. His first thought was, "aaargh... must be sugar from the ration..." Adulteration of food was not uncommon to him. But now he was in US of A! That sudden realization woke up his senses a bit more. But his body warmed up to more than the room temperature when he realized the "contamination(s)" were moving around!

He looked at the sugar box... The contaminations were running around the opening as if there was a stampede.. He quickly retracted the box from its position and took it near the kitchen sink. He knew what they were and knew what he had to do. But unfortunately none of those methods could be put to use here... There is no concept of "warming in the sunshine" or using "turmeric"..

But he was witty! He had the right sized boxes lying somewhere with some useless items in them. He quickly emptied them into the trash and washed and dried them. He was fleet footed but he was no match to the marching contaminations! They were spreading out far and wide -heading out in all directions. He had eradicate them, if he could not contain them. With a sudden plunge, he swept all of them into a plastic bag without caring for their lives. He did not want to cause them harm, but he had bigger concerns! What if they spread to the entire kitchen?!.... He disposed the plastic bag quickly and was pleased to see the opposition army greatly weakened. With a little more time now on hand, he slowly emptied the sugar box into one of the air-tight boxes. He watched in agony as a few dead soldiers of the enemy camp fell into the new box. He occasionally stopped to remove them so that they could be given a fitting adieu! He then gave an extra layer of protection by packing the entire sugar box in a plastic bag.

Then with the finesse of a veteran, he cleared the battlefield and the cardboard platform where the enemy camp had taken refuge... He was feeling the fatigue after the endeavor. After all, killing is no mean job, even for the tough-hearted! He was but a loving person....

But then suddenly he observed that a few of them had attacked the crispy and crunchy rusk packet, which was but a few inches away from the sugar box!! Regaining all the zeal and intent to win, he repeated his heroic act and isolated the rusks in a plastic, air-sealed castle! Content with his exploits, he then completed his job of preparing the cup of coffee. He walked back to his room gifting himself a fresh aroma of coffee. He was pleased as punch. Saving the day from the hands of the mighty Ants of America (AoA) is no mean act after all!

"Creating every bad a perfect best" ---- Shakespeare

I think that's why I am not thinking about it... :)

Winner

M: You own me...

F: You won me...

Who won?

their world......

......and suddenly the fairy appeared in front of the stranger.... the stranger (though shocked initially) was pleased as punch upon knowing that she was a fairy and she had come to grant him a wish..... god knows what he did to deserve this 'treatment'.... but he was happy and excited... :)

"u get one chance.... to wish.... and wish u can whatever u want..." said the fairy...

"send me to some alien planet... far away from all these ppl.... there on that distant planet, should be just me and my princess.... nobody in the world disturbs us.... no things exists there..... well no! let there exist some... dont wipe them all.... a whole lot of small animals which my princess loves...

oh my dear fairy, send us to a place where the sky changes colors when my princess wishes.... so does the wind direction and waves on water... oh ya! and the clouds too.... wander at her command.... bringing rain when she can sit and watch.....

oh my dear fairy.... send us to a place where there is a huuge bed in the middle of a palace with transparent roof so that we could lie there and play with the stars....

grant me every wish here or death oh fairy.... bcos

what light is light if i cant see my princess...

what joy is joy is it cant be shared with her...

what wish is wish if it cant make her happy.. and

what life is life if it cant be spent with her....

the fairy smiled at the young man and granted him the wish.... and there they went.. nobody knws where... to their fairy land... riding on their love......

The pooor stranger!

He tried to open it with all his might.... alas, it was too tight..... he used brute force.... he was bleeding too.... but all he wanted was the window to open....

little did he knw tat the window was locked..... by the very princess whom he loved!!! as demanding as she was - he knew the princess loved him v dearly.... but this was her way of saying, the comfort and magic of window has temporarily vanished.. u need to work hard and do some random things to have a taste of me!

unknowingly though, he had started dng random things on his own... he gave up coffee... he started writing and listening stories! he was not interested in looking at people..... he started eating 'something'.... baah... if only he knows what the fairy has in store for him and knew he would meet the princess, may be he wouldnt have done all tat.... well... may be he would... may be he wouldnt...

oh yaa... then there was a dream and he knows about the fairy's wish too!! but still he does random things... bcos he loves the princess more than his life and believes he needs to sharpen the axe daily.... forever....

and he sat there by the window, writing stories, listening to songs of love in languages that he detested.... he loved math and wondered how to relate 57 to 12! and wrote more poems.... craved for a new language for the lack of words..... there's an odd arbit smile... a grin... a sorrow... a 'miss u' pain... yet he sat there constantly cognizant of the window.......