Random Moods: Part One

I close my eyes.

A dark navy blue canopy envelops the space with an absolute harmony. The space emerges from the horizon where the canopy pours in magenta tinted traces of clouds. The color navy blue is illuminated with infinite stars. For once, the earth seems serene.

There is someone lying nearby, spread-eagle. The body is still and effortless. The blades of grass are brushing her hair. A satisfaction reaches her lips; they move a little. That someone is me………….

I open my eyes.

People are buzzing by; they are struggling to survive, surviving to strive, striving for an identity lost in the infinity of their minds.

Someone is calling out my name with that irritating emphasis on the syllable M. I frown; it isn’t their mistake anyway. My hands are playing with the pen lazily. The page is scribbled with some words that are trying hard to form a complete sentence…..communism, use of power in India, democracy thrust upon us…. Blah blah… In the margin, a name and random faces are sketched repeatedly.

Oh yes, I have got to do those assignments……exercise… run.. fence….. Prepare that PPT….
Be presentable at the seminar, after all people should be impressed and it is your debut in the city….. does it matter really?

Hmm….. I don’t really feel like going to Poison…such a waste of a weekend!!! D-uh, I am running out of excuses…. Hmph. I‘ll never make it on time…. I am such a nerd at multitasking. C’mon, you got to be focused!

Meanwhile, there’s incessant scribbling in my notebook about new dates.
These deadlines will never spare, not until I obey them???

Life is: A+, A, B+, B, C+, C, D … whatever, it always feels like X….
Life is: gold, silver, bronze and podium heights….. … All that jazz, just glinting in the eyes…
Life is: Early to bed and early to rise, after sunrise.

Yes, the professor is right. We do nothing man…. Iraq issue is related to the dossier! HMM… such scoundrels….

But why does a Rastafarian sport that kind of hair?? Can a Hindu convert to Baha'i faith, or what it takes to be a Gypsy……… ?

But those farmers are still perishing and HECK listen mates, the reason is not BT cotton. What if fencing gets demoted further? Why do they not...?!!

Uff….I never have enough and ‘useful’ knowledge.

She said I’ll be doing the same with other people what media is doing with him right now. No. How could she say that? I won’t. I won’t. A sound was coming from my heart…. Or was it my stomach? No I can’t eat more bread please, say no to white flour. I hope there is something in my bag….. please, please!!!

Where do we run and why?

I close my eyes again.

A dark navy blue canopy…..

It feels better.

(Shade of this mood: A feeling of belonging to the world of Walter Mitty, Don Quixote, Snoopy and Calvin - The tribe of daydreamers.)