Monday Mournings(sic)

There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. And there you are laying on a serene beach in the silvery moonlight, just laying to the ebb and flow of an equally bored ocean with a cocktail in hand, its little wooden umbrella tilting to the breeze.
Continuous knocking and the jaded 7th alarm snooze.
F*ck you Monday
Ever woke up dreading and bickering just because the strip of light from the half covered window fell directly on your face? And when it revealed the mess around, cursed who did that ? Does blaspheme count as praying ?(since it contains the God's name). Yes, the TV is still on, going on tirelessly, like a drugged rat on the wheel of his cage.Now, the explicit trance of sleeping on a cold morning is disrupted mercilessly with an early call of duty ; the lonely cold shower is just a feeble laughable attempt to shed off the last remains of the treasured slumber.
To add to the dismal start, the global markets seem to have tumbled over the weekend, and with the deadline dead set to stay put, a 'Blood' red carpet graces a hostile work environment. Its like the universe has been personally pissed off at a major level. An hour later, dressed and barely fed,a yawn and a beer-burp later, you drag yourself out , greeted by the loud horn from a stupid automobile.
Goodbye savory,succulent sleep.
Hello,corporate slavery.

OH GOD MEN!

'Be simple and patient’, he said as he looked down at the Rolex and shifted uneasily. He had a flight to catch.' Never be in a hurry and avoid praying, god doesn’t count his blessings, you don’t count his praying time', he said half closing his eyes and eying the exit. Barely 50 minutes left for the flight and the driver wasn’t there yet.’ God is always there, with you down the path of life, if you just sit and meditate you will feel him around you, within you, clearly any obstacles you face'. He got up hurriedly as he saw the car arrive, rushing down the aisle, praying that the path to the airport was clear. 

Meet the modern god man. 

Funny how, in a country where poverty is a major issue existing in all parts of the country, people still manage to provide more to the gods than to their own family. 

The tax free trusts are loaded heavier than the national treasury. Isn’t someone who supposedly created everyone and everything, obviously self sustainable and content? Or maybe we blindly follow our ritualistic tradition of bribing, in this case for a better life in exchange for paper money. Even if you believe in that for a minute, do you really think God follows the business model of LIC ? That he needs such men as agents and officers to promote the universal well being in exchange for the gratification of insatiable carnal desires.

This might seem a little stupid and cheeky, but although Indians are one of the smartest races in terms of mental power, the things we do at the orders of people who don’t even have a high school certificate are downright foolish.  No, marrying a tree or dog does not ward off evil spirits. When the Guru asks you to take your clothes off in order free yourself from mortal greed , he is just getting you naked. A set of random rocks on your hands won’t change the solar system and it sure as hell won’t get you a job/wife/money. The only one benefiting out of all this jewellery is the jeweler.

We need to grow up and wake up fast, look behind the hypnotic saffron. When they say they sense an evil soul nearby, you now know where to look.   A constant touring and traveling god man does transcend beyond the normal range of an average human, but only in the areas of conjuring and counterfeiting actual achievements by some rare individuals. Agreed Indians are a wee bit religious and superstitious, but who would believe that we give our inheritances away for the peace of those who gave their blood and sweat for that very inheritance.

‘Selling Moksha’ is the best business that has even been, no degrees needed. Suck it, Harvard.

LONG LIVE DEATH

Once upon a time, on a chilly dark Saturday night old Mrs. Jules sat by the window looking outside as the world passed by, without a moment of thought, blending into the fog that was all around. Oh! How the time had passed, bringing her less joy and more wrinkles. 

There was a knock on the door. 

'Who is it at this god forbidden hour?!?'

Silly did she know it was death, coming to take her to the inevitable end. 

And there was another knock.

 O what it is!!

'I am death!!’ , Bellowed the cloaked figure, agitated from the unnecessary knocking. 

Beth? What is it child?

Not Beth. DEATH!!!I have come to take you, you old rotting bag of meat!  Yes. Death was pissed. 

‘At this time? Could you come back tomorrow to bake stew? I am too tired today. ’

Looking lifeless, the death returned wondering why it even knocked!

However, not everyone is as lucky as Mrs. Jules. Death is all around us, waiting to swoop in the moment you the other way. It’s the only thing that has been in existence from Stone Age till now. That and cockroaches. 

Death brings you peace in this restless life, an end to the never-ending conundrum.  From the moment you open your eyes, take a breath, the thoughts barge in, too much and too many, your actions and reactions to those thoughts, to the people around, the long term sorrows and the short term joy, the perpetual monotony slowly closing in till the extent of suffocation. Then it is death that brings a sense of solace and completion.  

Although, it would be fun if we could die for a while and wake up at will, not only achieving a monk level meditation, but also a cheap and lazy vacation. Perfectly settling both Indian qualms.

Also if you get the timing right, you can sneak up on people saying things about you.  

Yes, it would be totally weird to wake up in a box; if you get late.

If you look at it in another way, death is the only thing that we cannot choose. We are in sort of a poker game with the nature. For each of our nuclear advancement and genetic breakthrough, nature raises us a new virus and mass genocide. A tornado for each time we dig deeper for oil and gold. We are pretty much pissing off the biggest bully in the schoolyard, what do you expect?

Philosophically, aren’t we all a little dead inside?  Some lost their souls, some got theirs killed while others just traded it to be like the rest. We have grown from a calm, self sustaining race to one riddled with morbidity, paranoia and greed. We messed up and obviously ran out on the expiration date. It is nature's time to declare extinction so the following words should bring you peace-:          

THE END