pity the fool

Mukul insisted. He wanted Shriram to sit and watch the goods while he washed his feet in the grimy puddles nestled among the rocks that separated them from the vast sea.

"I'll only be a minute," he left; his flipflops marching on in his wake.

Shriram craned his neck to watch where Mukul ventured while watching the goods with his peripheral vision. The murder of crows circled above Shriram. He was fidgety. A couple of kids nearby appeared to nonchalantly document his every move.

The crows came closer. He clutched the blue plastic cover tightly; he was a stark contrast to the serene scene around him.

Mukul was now relieving himself; Shriram himself was close to a physical breakdown. The phantom fear was completely holding him captive. A sudden breeze and he was convinced the elements had conspired to bare his deepest, darkest secret.

He turned around to see the same 2; the girl was drawing furiously while the boy threw another shifty glance before he dove back into his notebook.

Shriram looked back and found Mukul staring at him point blank.

"Fool! Crows like fish. Didn't I tell you to watch the goods?"

new old

• Isn't it weird that the stupid argument in a bus is more human interaction you've had with a stranger than with a family member?
• How you're closer to a friend abroad than your friend next door.
• How the coffee turns cold on your desk when you brought it in warm, because you were busy staying online instead of in the real world.
• How you've forgotten what your handwriting looks like.
• How "have you seen the news?" means "have you checked the news online?"
• How "keep in touch" as an instruction is solely limited to chat messengers and social networking.
• When was the last time you sent a post card?
• Wrote down a phone number on a piece of paper instead of onto your cell phone?
• When the last paper you held wasn't a bill from some multinational food chain in a mall?
• Sometimes it’s alright to fall in a mall trying to climb an escalator backwards.
• It's ok to board a sardine can of a bus and watch an empty one go by.
• It's ok to drop that coke float outside mcdonalds and order another one.
• Life isn't about getting things right all the time. It's also about deviations from the norm.
• It's about starting in one direction and ending in a completely different one. Like this blog post.

hoo hoo ha ha

We guile the world into thinking we're all intellectuals. We hide behind the facade of long words and difficult pronunciations, but behind that veil, we're every bit as primeval, ready to shed our proverbial clothing and jump into the pool of instinct and impulse.

We are only as smart as we believe ourselves to be. Humans right now are the pinnacle of evolution, yet we don't really know what to fear - ourselves? the potential we have on our hands? the unknown realms?

We've pushed the boundaries and have taken over the mantle of maintaining the planet's balance. As if the planet was falling apart before we showed up.

We're just a twig snap away from jumping on tree branches and reverting to our true selves. Maybe we already are doing that, just in a different fashion.

Maybe we're just a peculiar phase of life on this planet, a result of an anomaly that was as random as you can imagine, like this post.