‡..From the Cradle to the †Grave†..

The awful chassis of the Bajaj Pulsar, Model: 2000 broke down on the national highway, as I flew through the thin air due to Inertia at motion, falling right on the ramous mandible. The fellow on the driving seat had his heart out as he watched me puking a thousand ounces of pure human blood.
I remember being bandaged on the bed of the nearby primary health centre, it wasn’t all that new until a moment when the angels of death passed across my sight, the soul began to shiver as if asked to be nude on the Arctic’s. My little thinking factory scrolled through my entire life searching for good deeds, looking for praises, hoping or well- wishers. I thought of many instances but all ended up as a mirage in great sands of Arabia.
Every bright beginning had a sour ending. Every favor done had a series of misleading acts to reach its actual destination. I quickly apologized to all of who I could remember.
In the midst of this chaos and agony there came a little fairy, whispered some un understandable chants and went away. I flashed opened my eyes, my luck had favored me for the first time, I looked upon my complete peer group, relatives..
..unfortunately I could afford only a battered smile..
It wasn’t long enough as I reached my mansion with my chin bandaged after being stitched, and the burns being attended upon, some mere ordinary ointment.
I was hurt, damaged, injured, horrified, helpless as I lie down on my resting square trying to resist the pain due to the impact of the fall.
A week had gone by destiny struck again, the lord of the dungeons came upon the earth my jaws were tied down with heavy metal bars and jammed together with ultra synthetic rubber bands, to await the healing of the broken condoyle, awfully discovered only after 168 hours of the incident. Thereafter I forced on a fluid diet for another 41 days 14 hours and 47 seconds.
..I wondered will I recover of the first accident or probably the last accident of my unforgiving life..
That’s quiet a history know…
Life has taken it’s own way, with more joyful surprises and unthinkable obstacles to be faced. Just a s I came back what could be the most enterprising, enduring, enthralling, stupendous vacation back in Dubai, a new whiz awaited my arrival.
I learnt that I had to stay all alone in the 2700sq.ft mansion, a friend pledged to have live together mocked away.
I wondered what had gone wrong between us? Did I deserve this? Or was it that I just discovered “Mr. Hyde” . I could not recall an instance that could have been the reason of this agony. I wish one would tell me where was I wrong?
Wonder why life has no mercy on me?
Am I the worst ever person existing in this world?
It wasn’t longer that I picked up a routine, the part of my life that even Columbus would never have wished to discover.
I cried the nights and cursed the days as each passing hour would mimic the plight of my soul. I lived with people back biting about my condition, as if I was the only sinner in this world.
Wonder how quickly the days change…
..An year ago..
I was in the hostel with the much awaited 5-storey birthday cake and the Campus Fiesta - 07 event to follow. The heart would dance on the ribs as the count down began. For once I rejoiced from the depth of my heart in spite of being away from my home land.
18th February 2008
00:00 am
I lied back at my resting square staring at the long night, with the eyes flooded of memories and happenings. I wondered if this was the only thing that was left to happen with this soul.
I remember attending a few calls of well wishers but even today I was left to gasp around when “some” didn’t even bother to leave a blank call.
..I hope it’s not a sin to expect things from people you call “friends”..
..Is man a born sinner?
As if this wasn’t enough, I sat back all alone in the penultimate row of the Fiesta - 08 fanfare amidst the chaos of “Dard - e- Disco” by Kultar Singh, while the entire college flocked together dancing the night as if the blossoms of English summer.
Wonder will I succeed any day in my life in evolving out of this miraculous web wound around me?
I wish I at least succeed academically, and leave the rest on my hard luck, fate, destiny..
Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace and gratitude.
- denis waitley
..Aha....Let’s hope that I start loving the misfortunes and be grateful to the routine tortures and constant rejection of my favors done..
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Shucks !
Even the newspapers do not avoid mocking the condition of this soul..
† ..O Lord! Relieve me of my pain, agony, despair, grieve and give a chance to the soul to live through the fanatics of this world like all others…
.. I beg you.. ma lord.. †
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Signing off..
mE ‘n mA LonE souL

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