Month: October 2011

Encounter #2 – Tears of a Chaotic soul

A couple of years ago, the last Sunday of that year.. After in the noon i was getting ready to meet few of my schoolies in one of their houses. When i was pressing my shirt, my Mom sensed that am starting somewhere. Those were the years, i had no much freedom to go out somewhere on my wish.. (even now too, but I’ve learnt to disobey it. 🙂 ).

Knowing that am gonna go somewhere, Mom said that we are going to THAT Uncle’s house mentioning his name. As usual, i got a little irritated and told her,
“I’m going to meet my friends.”
“No, way” this was her.
I replied,”Why didn’t you tell this yesterday itself?”.
There started our argument cum quarrel and at-last i yielded to her as like ever.

I had no much intimacy towards him; since from my childhood i might’ve seen him just 5 or 6 times, not more than that. But he was a little closer to my parents. I knew that he is going through cancer. Doctors confirmed that he will be no-more in the next couple of weeks. Though i knew it, i was not interested to see him and take part in the last few days of his mortal life.

Fearing my mom’s angry face I started along with her and my younger sister.  Meanwhile, my mobile was ringing so many times, showing few of my friends’s names. I picked only the first two calls to tell them that I’ll be  joining them late in the evening. But I knew I’m the one who organized such meet for discussing an important event which was yet to happen in the following week.

After switching two buses, at-last we reached his home. He was there lying in the floor. I was a little shocked to see him, completely collapsed  from his health and charm look.
The pathetic fact was that, he was unaware of his cancer. His family and the doctors hid the fact from him saying some other ailment.
Sitting beside his head i talked to him for few minutes. Again rang my phone. I rejected the call. Ringing and rejecting went on for few hours. All those hours i was urging my mom to start from there showing some signs and scratching her foot sitting next to her.
(That uncle recognized my urge somehow.. May be due to his experience..). Finally we started from there and I let my mom and sister go home while i was rushing to my friend’s house. The moment they saw me, few patient less friends of mine yelled at me and we got convinced as like ever. Things went on, that important event too was a success. In the next two weeks that uncle of mine was no-more.
Years rolled on…
Ultimately now, most those friends are not with me and that uncle of mine too.

Now in the recent days, am feeling worst for my behavior that day.

Why did i behave so?
Was i so cruel?
Or Because he was someone far from my emotional bandwidth?

Last night while i was thinking of this tears were trickling out of my eyes even before i could control them. Now am unable to offer him anything more than those Delayed-Drop-Of-Tears.

His soul might be Resting-In-Peace…
Mine is under Chaos…

~ Mr.Lunatic…
(Lost in Chaos…)


Encounter #1 – Bitterscotch

That was such a busy road filled with Homo-Sapiens and their vehicles just beside a bus depot. The sky was turning dusky and the coloured lamps of the shops and the streets are yet to shed their light. It is a fun watching roads in the evenings.

I was standing beside a bakery, whose upstairs was a printing shop where a few cards of mine were being printed. Since it was a little sweaty inside that shop, I decided to wait downstairs near the bakery and am now downstairs. The ice cream box in that bakery was tempting me a little and I fell for it at last.Bought a BUTTERSCOTCH flavored ice cream for Rs.35/-.

While i try to taste the first lick, there came that young man of my age with a shabby outfit torn at few places. He was standing with an adequate physical attire to portray him as a beggar ( i don’t wanna call him so…).

He raised his needy hands at me expecting few coins for his life. I simply said “No, get away” but in a soft tone. He moved to the man next to me.

Minutes started melting and my ice cream too.

I was loosing myself watching that colourful road. Suddenly, I could feel that same guy approaching me again with that same gesture. But my reply was the same, with the same soft tone. He moved. Now I could sense that he is a little retarded, but i didn’t bother much about it since i was so concerned about my yummy BUTTERSCOTCH.

Minutes were winding up,

In the next 3 mins the same guy standing in front of me, facing me face to face. Uttered these words even before i could react, ” You’re eating na, but am not.I’m hungry” pointing his fingers at my ice cream. I’m became dumb-folded. His words stabbed me in right in my chest where that strange sound Lub-Dub comes from. I threw that ice cream in the nearest dust bin. Walked along with him to the hotel in the next building throwing my hands around his shoulders.

Suddenly i started feeling my BUTTERSCOTCH turning into a BITTER-SCOTCH.


Ripple #1 – Vagabond

Day by day,

wandering in the roads of joy

Ever since from the day

I was known as a boy.

In search of a higher wisdom

that one would find seldom.

Day by day, in the roads of joy…

I turned to be a man of no reasons,

Simply going through all seasons..

Nothing to attain, nothing to sustain,

Just embarking a journey in vain.

Day by day, in the roads of joy…

Finding all treasures,

Which are beyond measures.

Wisdom is my only quest,

for which i am dieing the worst.

Day by day in the blues and woods,

Switching between moods to moods.

Day by day from dawns to dusks,

Taking few worthy risks…

Fiddling the song of sorrow,

Like a snatched Sparrow..

Day by day….