Time is 3 am. Blessed with super sharp senses , I sprang up at 1st sign of impending danger. My ears strain for signs of movement in pitch darkness of room…trying to catch some glint of knife …or hear some cocking of pistol…whooshing sound of garrotte……smell body odour..sweat…..anything…but no avail..my opponents have concealed themselves well. Though my body is no longer as active as it was in my prime , my 6th was nevertheless as good as ever. Then suddenly out of dark, there came attack…attackers hit me with full force ….one after another ..every strike of my enemies hit on all vital parts of body thus bleeding me bodily. Who could they be?...CIA or KGB hitsquads?...iam sure they are dispatched by Pakistan to eliminate before I take the hot seat in India policy making. Aahh…this is it its PREMPTIVE STRIKE..no doubt this is handiwork of ISI from Pakistan.
As I was too dazed to react I hear them doing victory dance like tribals after their hunt. Eeeks they are not some elite special forces trained in behind the enemy lines operations. They are just black bold big mosquitoes with sharp steely hypodermic needle that punctured my bruce lee body and sucked half my hyper pure blood. Before I could react I found my cell going crazy due to repeated assault of wifi signals. Hmm,,,,,I just check my orkut..no scrap since independence days….try rediffmail…no mail since Jurassic period….try yahoomail…even spam stopped visiting my inbox….check gmail…twitter…hifi...phew..looks like humanity have forgotten that a man like me exists. Last stop facebook resulted in jackpot..one message .first since man went to moon and planted flag on behalf of humanity. Wow those golden words read “how come no blog since feb2009”..now I guess that feb2009 is from stone age. now I stand on my head (seershasana)which is first part of my ritual that I do before I pen down. It helps my rusted n unused my brains back to its place in my head(left unused it slipped into legs). I put some water in ears which would has same effect on my brain as oil and grease to rusted vehicles.
What should I write?...my bland love life which is has same status of sahara desert with no oasis anywhere or my financial status which has gone down the negative levels without aid of subprime crisis and subsequent financial recession(why cant some govt put me on endangered species list and give me some financial stimulus package) or or what ???...hmmm….whatever ,,,here I go ..this article which iam writing totally extempore is dedicated to some geek in Canada running NOT behind trees in rain with his lady love …but preparing himself physically and mentally for entry into worlds greatest prison. Yeah, he is getting estranged into wedlock soon…my deepest sympathies buddy…
Hmm….all my pre-article ritual s are over yet no idea pushes into my cranium box. So I wtore whatever that comes into my mind. For once I reverse the process of mental activity. I remember reading book Q&A super book which is known to world as slumdog millionaire(stupid movie). Entire book is written in question and answer and story behind answer format. So I try to copy the same with equally awkward questions equally awkward explanations
In corporate world when we attend question firing squad HR interview, we are shot with age old questions for example
Q ) Tell me about yourself?
A) I am sure 9/10 would pose this question. So what do they want to know ?. about our past life (that’s in resume) or to tests our communication skills (that can be concluded with ease by end of interview) But whats the correct answer?. Wise mandarins give hundred answers yet its still has no valid perfect reply. Why?..i believe bcoz it has no answer.. why ?
How can there be any answer to such subjective question? By the way ancient sages of our country has propounded if we know who and what we are , we have reached the end of quest and we attain nirvana the ultimate salvation. Isn’t the toughest question in Vedanta is WHO AM I ?if sages struggled fr centuries cracking their wits and going nuts over such a grand question how can we , ordinary mere mortals can answer it?.
How can we tell aboutself? Whenever second we are dying and being born anew?. Thousands of cells are dying in our body every second and thousands are being generated freshly carrying our life forward(towards graveyard ofcoourse heeee) every moment is dying to make way for new..every second is new . wheneverythng is changing …when everything is so dynamic how can we speak what we are ?....
poeple say to speak what we are over a period of time ..oh my ,,,,now that wonderous…how .,,,buddy we are not animals who have set tendencies. They have same qualities all through their lives. Hence they can be easily predicted, hunted and tamed. But we are humans with brain . we are and can be totally unpredictable we can be anything we want. Every day our mind is getting changed depending upon all the tons of information’s that’s pounding in our heads through media.Every day new feature of life gets exposed depending on circumstances we face in this world then how can we say what excately we are ?...or atleast I don’t
Psychometric tests are for dumb as they can be beaten with ease or atleast I did twice in a row. A person who doest change according to the world is living in fossilized world self created and what more he is insulting the the Gods gift of free will. Yeah if there is anything that’s predicable in human nature is his unpredictability
THE ULTIMATE MYSTERY OF MILLENNIUM CONTINUES..............
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