railway statiOn...

the following words are not more than my imagination.....

i learned sometime ago in my life, that waiting for a train wont be so boring if nice girls were around... i could see one such nice girl sitting somewhere in front of me... though i never had a proper glimpse of her face, i could tell that she was beautiful, for i, while pretending to be interested in the shops to her left and the water tap to her right, noticed that she had an appealing face.... now on the confirmation that she was beautiful, my next step was to get better glimpses of her face.... now, my sixth sense said that the girl too was eager to get a glimpse of me too (i know what you thinkin, yeah, so what?).... now, this feeling didn't quite influence me, because i was more concerned about what i were to see and the subsequent pleasing chemical reactions, that were supposed to happen in my brain....

now the brave boy in my brain said
"hey, come on.. now you are a boy aren’t you... look straight into her eyes... INTO her EYES... and NEVER take your eyes of her, that will surely charm her..."

" okay.. but are you sure that, that would charm her?....", said the boy in my brain who had control over my voluntary actions...

but the 'image conscious' boy in my brain said
"but wait... now don't you see the snag in rudely staring at her... she will know that you are looking at her, and she will soon find out that you are quite vulnerable to nice girls... and imagine what would happen to the image that you've built all these years... you surely cant let some girl ruin it..."

" you've got a point there too.. now what else can i do?"

now another boy, a clever one, who very rarely makes his presence felt in my brain, suggested
" hey.. i've got an idea... now, you can pretend to look at an object or a person or a scene, behind her or beside her or sticking to her... now by doing this, though your yellow spot is focused elsewhere, your peripheral retina can get a good picture of the girls face.... now the advantage in doing this is that you can look at her (almost) for any lengths of time without spoiling your image...."

now this sounded more sensible to me... and i did the same... now i noticed that the girl was watching the tv behind me... now the fact that she was not looking at me tempted me to look straight at her face.... now the brave boy
"now.. what did i say... come on kid, be a boy... a brave boy... girls like brave boys...", while saying this, the brave boy, having gained more strength from the situation than the 'image conscious' boy, was choking the 'image conscious' boy till he went into a coma...

so, i looked at the girls face, straight... and man she was gorgeous... i memorized her face, totally absorbed by her beauty, killing all the boys in my head.... now, a poet in my head, being least affected by the atomic explosion in my head caused by that sublime beauty, slowly gaining strength on the contrary, said...
" man, god is great.. i wonder what he ate... in order to create... this beautiful mate... to be precise, a mravel tate.."

while i was engrossed by the vision in front of me, i did not notice a man who was beside me a moment ago, was now walking away with my shoulder bag.... the girl somehow saw this and shocked, she prompted me... i was perplexed for a moment before i realized the what's happening.... like some kind of a cure for the cancer all the boys in my brain sprang to life, all of them strong and resolved, though the poet was put to sleep.... i ran after the thief, slow though, the unbuckled sandals made me slow.... now, people were watching me, probably they heard me shouting "thief... thief...", but they couldn't quite locate the thief, for many people were rushing ahead of me, probably to catch some train... now a badly hurt 'image conscious' boy in my brain said in a faint voice..
" boy... you are forgetting your image... what would people think... what would that girl think... you'll be losing your image for a bag worth not more than 100 bucks.."

now the brave boy along with few other boys in my brain of whom i've never seen before, yelled at the dying 'image conscious' boy
" I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT WHAT THE GIRL THINKS OF ME.... LET HER THINK THAT I'M A TOTAL @!#$$&*& ASSHOLE... I DON'T CARE... AFTER ALL, ALL THIS HAPPENED BECAUSE OF HER.... AND ABOUT THE PEOPLE... I DON'T CARE WHAT THEY THINK... NOW LET THEM KNOW WHAT I THINK OF THEM 'I THINK THAT THEY ARE SELFISH, GREEDY, MONEY CRAVING, SHAMELESS, OBESE BUFFALOES... NO.. NO.. NO.. WAIT.. NOT BUFFALOES... PIGS... THATS RIGHT, THEY ARE PIGS.... AND OBESE TOO.."

meanwhile the thief gained pace.... every moment he was getting farther from me.... now the mathematician in my head, not a good one though, spat out
" er... it might take not more than 3 seconds to buckle your sandals, in which the thief cant get very far... then you can easily close in.... or maybe if you get off your sandals you can catch him even sooner..."

letting the mathematician talk to himself, i kept chasing, when the thief suddenly jumped off the platform onto the track... i copied him, as soon as he did... now the thief got on to the next platform and disappeared into a moving train on that platform.... now before i could interpret my vision to a more understandable form of sense, i felt something soft, slimy, tender and wet beneath my feet... before i could respond to the soft, slimy, tender and wet stimulus, i found myself sliding on the soft, slimy, tender and wet thing for quite sometime, maybe half a second.... now the athlete in me took over me and balanced me quite remarkably to save me from the fall, and brought me to equilibrium... now i lost all hopes of catching the thief, it was all well planned after all...

exhausted by the run and quite embarrassed by the whole happening.... i looked around... i could see people staring at me.. then i looked down, the 'hygiene concerned' boy in my head cried softly
" sob... why cant these people use the toilets after they are out of the station... sob...it makes the station a mess and the people treading over it too... sob..."

now, i carefully moved to a much cleaner area between the tracks..... people were still staring at me... now i heard a distant hooting of a train, which i knew wouldnt remain distant for too long...as if to maintain the dignity in me, i placed my hands carefully on the platform and tried to push myself slowly onto the platform.... but i couldn't quite get myself onto the platform, it felt like someone was pulling me down by the leg... i looked down and saw that the edge my pants was caught on the clamp holding the track to the ground.... the edge of my pants had once developed a noticeable loop, by being constantly trod on by my heels while walking.... my dignified attempt to get onto the platform had tightened the hold of the clamp on my pants.... trying not to lose my patience, i slowly tried to free my pants, but the loop had settled itself inside the circumference of the clamp, like a key in a key chain.... now my composure was slightly dampened by another hooting of the same train, which sounded much louder than the earlier one.... now i tried to tear the loop apart by force, but that didn't help either... now the train along with its hooting got closer, and terrorized me.... the train was not more than fifteen meters away from me.... i hoped that the driver would see me and stop the train, for it was not advancing very fast... but that didn't happen... the train only got closer.... my legs started to shake.... now slaughtering the 'image conscious' boy i did something that saved my life.... i unbuttoned my pants and leaped out of my pants on to the platform, accentuating the fact that i had only a speck of dignity left in me owing to my underwear... then the train went over my pants.... to make this more eventful, my sandals had stayed with my pants....

i stood on the platform quite pantless and barefoot, though my underwear remained with me ... i heard many people shouting many things at me... but nothing got into my head.... all the boys in my head stood motionless and of course pantless too...
now, in spite of this series of unfortunate events which includes the event of i loosing my bag, the event of i treading over 'you know what', the event of i loosing my pants along with my sandals and the event of i loosing my dignity, i wouldn't say that i was entirely disappointed... for i was too much relieved that i was still alive... the only comfort that i could lean on now was the fact that i still had a nice length of life to make things better.... now, quite emotionless i walked to the place where i had left my other bags... now the place looked a little different from what i remembered... it was bagless... i found all my belongings lost... but trust me people, this didn't quite shake me, for i was conditioned by worse blows...

having been pantless for sometime, got me accustomed to people's 'what the hell is this' stare...
now i did what i thought was best... i looked for a seat to sit... but before i could sit, i heard a voice...

"your things are here with me.... i kept them safe while you went out... er... adventuring..."

it was the girl.... she came to me... i stood there finding not a word to say... i didn't quite know what i was feeling ( come on people... one surely cant handle this many unprecedented situations).

she said to me..

"you are a nice guy... aren't you..."

i still couldn't say a thing... but now i knew what i was feeling... it was stupid... very stupid i was feeling... but the girl eased the situation...

"hi... my name is sita" she offered her hand, smiling...

only then i realized that she was terribly beautiful... much prettier than i ever remembered.... i saw that my hand was slowly reaching hers... i wonder who was doing that... her hand was soft... now, i realized that i was happy after a long time, holding her hand... it felt good to feel happy...

"my name is ragav... er... and..er.. good to meet you..." i nodded my head....

"good to meet you too... and...er... i'm really sorry about your bag and your pants... i wish i could have helped you with your pants.... i mean in the track... er.. you know... er... when you were stuck... but you know.. things happened too fast....." and she looked sorry too...

"thats okay... i've got more pants in my bag... and... thanks for looking after my bags..."

we stood there for sometime, saying nothing...

"so?..." she asked...

" so.... i bet we are headed for the same place??.." i looked hopefully

she smiled...

"maybe... but before that i'm sure you want to wash yourself..."

the impOrtanCe of balanCinG a bOOk On the tip Of yOur finGer

" here it goes..... of all the silly sports in the world 'the act of balancing a book on finger tip (TAB-A-BOFT)' assumed the best popularity......


the form of this sport that you see in recent days got its nature owing to two reasons....

one... the idea of BALANCING the book evolved gradually when people started to realize that the book didnt quite stay on their fingers unless they balanced it ( though a few people tried to glue the book to their fingers, but they were soon found out and were hanged to death.. because cheating was a sin in those days...)

two... in the late 3rd century people used small wooden slabs on their fingers.... as people became more and more good at the game, they found themselves spinning the slabs...which was prctically the convenient way of balancing it......


as the sport got more n more popular, the act of balancing a wood on a finger tip (TAB-A-WOFT) was no more a sport but second nature of the population.....

this craze for TAB-A-WOFT did not please the king of belgium, so he passed a ban on this game, and he also wanted to completly wipe off the roots of this sport.... the king could only manage to take the sport off the history books ( thats why you people did not hear of this sport in your history classes), but he could not wipe the sport off peoples heart.... they passed it on and on for generations untill it found me...... and now here it is, spinning right on top of my forefinger.....

goodness of spinning...

the mere act of spinning a book on the tip of your finger gives you a satisfaction of doing something.....

we all know that people love change.... so, instead of reading our books, we can spin them for a change.....

now the first goodness alludes that, book spinning gives a feel of doing work,... but you dont actually work.... now this could be another discovery in physics....

best of all, book spinning might help in defining ones attitude..... it shows how reckless and jobless he is.. "

time

i was inspired by time by pink floyd and i wrote this

alive to see the nothingness of empty space
then to see nothing exploding to fill the space
time watches the beginning of life that live and die
in its eyes it sees no meaning in the truth or the lie

the flame flickers when you watch the candle melt down
it reminds you that nothing can last forever on its own
thinking of it relatively you think your life is too long
but looking back you find too fast the days have gone

your fear for the eternal darkness makes you ignorant
time heals the memories of those that came and went
counting your money you're worried planning your future
one day you find you have only the past and no future

time remembers the length of your life and many more
its memory becomes empty space somewhere below and above
but you will be gone one day to remember nothing
yet the clock ticks on still waiting for something

with these haunting thoughts lingering in your head
you are left alone knowing that someday you'll be dead
for one day all has to surrender to the immortal king
when he will obliterate all and return to nothing