In the rearview mirror is the silhoutte of hazy clouds of the evening
Lazy hues of red and blue blending the hallucination of calm
Let’s look ahead instead ….. the storm has been waiting for long now!

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Struggle to know

Knowledge is earned,
Or otherwise it is just a superficial diaspora
Where your mind finds happiness in comfort
And is driven away from the homeland of struggle

Ilm kamaya jaata hai
Nai to woh ek mamooli panah ki talaash ban jaati hai
Jahan ilham aaraam main khush hai
Aur junoon se bahut door ja chuka hai

The rambling of a creative buffoon

I lose focus with the same discipline as of a wounded mother trying to save her child. Yes, I lose focus on a watch. I watch myself lose focus and my head starts to churn strange concoctions of already stored visual, sound and smell memories. The world seems to change its color and notions. Sometimes it is bright and sunny, sometimes dark and humid, each beautiful in its own way. The richness of life stands entirely on knowledge, peace, love and respect. All this in just a gaze into the scenery around me, be it wherever. A lost gaze absconding in the rebel against focus. I want to stay here forever, but as they say, you should not lose FOCUS for long, or it ruins you!

DAY one

He looked around in confusion; everyone was a stranger!

He was nervous, shaking a bit; his senses feared danger

He did not enroll for this himself, he had not a clue

Who were all these kids, why were they here out of the blue !

He sat down at a bench at the back, because he was insecure

He wanted to keep an eye on everyone, just to be sure

It was his DAY ONE, he knew this was not ending soon

Much later he realized, school was sane, life made him a loon !

So, he opened up the first notebook of his life and scribbled ‘I did not sign up for THIS MYSELF!’

DAILY PROMPT

Evoke

The day is dry with faded insignia of a hot summer. Clouds are in the mood to pour, but holding on in fury. Crops are swinging in chaos. Wind is bleak and edgy. The scenery is a sad blues song. The heart skips a beat, but the mind refuses to accept defeat.  Rebellion is mostly verbose and frustrating. Society is always unhappy with my thoughts. What needs to change ? Should I step back into the fantastic weather prepared for me by the society? Or should I be EVOKE to enter the storm of acting on it!

Daily post daily prompt

Light seeker’s last wish 

The light at the end of the tunnel will blind me of my character and trait

The darkness is where I once resided

I am crossing over now

Dim subliminal illumination is my genre 

Keeping the lessons learnt in sight 

And the addiction to black in check 

I walk over to a bright New world

I hope I crossover to the brightness and not get stuck in the dim gray world

I would like the gentle diligence to last this time!

Daily Post – Daily Prompt – Crossing

Organized Chaos – Episode 4 – Fateful Hate

There was a knock on the door at 9 am. Fatty opened the door and greeted Taller

“Hey man, How are you? Come in!”

Taller looked at Fatty with his frown pushed down to the limit of making the eyes as thin as a knife’s edge “You doing alright?” Then he looked inside the house “I heard your wife left you?!” Taller took a few steps ahead to reveal Shorter right behind him.

“Oh, Hey shortie! You came along !” Fatty finished his sentence with a confusing tone fading suddenly.

“Yeah, I am the muscle! I go where Taller goes! and only Taller can call me shorty! You fat little piece of shit!”

“Calm down my friend. Come in and have a seat”

Taller had already stepped inside. ” I like how you have done nothing to the set up after your wife has left”

“What do you mean?” asked Fatty

“I mean you are being yourself, that is all a man gotta do!” Taller walked towards the couch, pressed the cushion once and then sat on it comfortably.

“You think I had a land mine waiting under the couch?” Fatty remarked jokingly

“No, I thought you had an AIDS syringe maybe!” Taller was stern

Shorter laughed, pressed the cushion too, and sat down.

“So what would you gentleman like to have?” Fatty asked with a courteous smile

“I will have a whiskey on the rocks, whichever you got! Again, do not give me a choice. I hate choices!”

“and you my friend?” Fatty re-oriented his head towards Shorter

“I will have the same”

Taller re-oriented his head towards Shorter too and he gave him a ‘stop peer pressuring yourself’ look. The kind where his eyes retracted into their sockets and the herds of skin around his cheeks and forehead gathered for a talk.

Shorter kept looking into the thin air and started to whistle a little. Taller looked away in the opposite direction after a millisecond.

Fatty returned with 3 glasses of whiskey and placed them neatly on the table.

“Do not forget to use the coasters. I have just cleaned the house.”

Taller picked up his glass, sipped the whiskey and placed the glass right where he picked it from.

“Why are we here? We are not friends! We robbed you quite a while back. Why would you like to meet us again? What is your problem?” Taller’s pitch stayed at ‘answer soon or I will harm you’ baritone.

“I need your help. I need to find out where my wife is, and, what kind of life is she living! Also, I need evidence of her lifestyle. Pictures and videos would be helpful.”

Taller leaned forward to Fatty’s reply, then retracted back to the most comfortable he could be on the couch, crossed his legs, moved his eyes from Fatty to a corner of the room where some random pictures were hung “How much can you pay for this job?”

Fatty looked down and smirked and then looked back at Taller again “I think I paid you plenty already, But I will pay you 3000 dollars more.”

Taller smirked hiding it with his hand and then looked straight into Fatty’s eyes “You called me here. I did not come here for charity. I think you are a good guy and I will help you. But the right price is 10 grand. Not a penny less. Again, no choice here. Agree?”

Fatty shrugged a little and sat down exchanging ‘help me here’ looks with Shorter. Shorter just gave him the ‘I am with him’ look.

He put his head in his hands. It took him a moment to rise back up “Okay, I will pay you 3 grand now and the rest when you provide evidence. Is that alright?”

Taller smirked again, only this time he did not hide it “Great! Hand me the dough in a clean and new envelope and I am off to your investigation. I will call you in a week with the progress.”

Fatty went inside and got the money in a clean and new envelope and handed it over to Taller “Here you go! I trust you for no reason. I hope you are the man you seem to be!”

“I am a professional Business person. I never step back from my word.” Taller blabbered while getting up. Both Taller and Shorter shook hands with Fatty and left.

1 week later

Fatty was sitting on the couch and watching news on the t.v when the phone rang.

He looked at the phone and picked up smiling “Hey man, I was expecting your call anytime now. You are a professional Business person after all. Tell me, what do you have for me?”

“Your wife lives in New York  now. She rents a small place and works as an assistant at a small business office. They make office stuff, like envelopes, boxes and other stuff like that. She seems to be staying alone.” Taller replied calmly.

“Do you have evidence ? Videos? Pictures?”

“Yes, I do. I am leaving New York today and will be at your place on Friday this week. Evening at 5 mostly. Be ready with my payment”

Fatty was frowning for some reason but contained it in his speech “Sure. I want to thank you again for doing this.”

“No Problem, Just keep my money ready”. Taller was quick to hang up

 

Organized Chaos – Episode 2 -The real secret!

Episode 2 – The real secret!

Fatty called his wife while getting down from his flight back home 2 days after the con job. He had already gone through his wife’s intriguing questionnaire for a quite a few times now and was ready to iterate the whole story from any vantage point possible.

“Honey, I just landed! I should be home in half an hour.”

“The insurance people came in today. I don’t know where are all the documents they were asking for! So, I called them tomorrow when you are home so that you can handle this and get us as much money as possible to repair our savings account which was more than enough a few days ago but has hit rock bottom suddenly owing to a doppelganger of yours who followed us for weeks and broke into our home and stole the key and robbed our life savings the day you left for your business trip!” She started softly but her tone went from a lullaby to a death metal vocalist gradually delving into told details.

“Honey, you still think it is my mistake? How would have I known that this doppelganger  is going to rob us? If I ever was able to find this guy, I would tie him upside down and torture him unless he gives our money back!” Fatty calmed his wife down.

“The police will be back for questioning today evening. They want to talk to you personally.”

“Oh I am ready for any questions that can help catch this Bastard!”

“Honey, subtle with the language! We belong to highly educated families and it is not in our blood to use such gory words!” She said instructively.

“Oh I am sorry darling! I just am so angry at this! I just want our savings back as bad as you do!”

“We will fight together to get our money back!” She hung up gently.

2 weeks later

“Honey, wake up, the Police is here!” The wife was trying to wake up Fatty as the cops waited outside.

He woke up with a mix of scare and excitement “Have they found anything?”

“No, but I called them to discuss the progress, if they have made any!”

“Hmm, that is wonderful of you darling! I will just wash my face and be outside in a minute” He jumped out of the bed and ran to the bathroom.

After 15 minutes, he walked outside. His wife was already talking to the cops.

“Hi”

The cop in the front came a little closer to him “I am sorry to inform you that we have not been able to track your money yet!”

“Oh” Fatty made a sad face.

“Nobody saw anybody break into your house that afternoon as every neighbor was at work. We tried the street kids, but nothing! Bank Manager was very confident at first that It was you who took out the money. But last week, he came to the station and told us that he is not confident anymore as he was before because he came to see his own doppelganger recently and was amazed to observe the facial and structural similarities without any relationship among the families. He has grown doubtful and changed his decision to testify against you. Your office told us that you were working that day and left just in time to catch the flight for business reasons. I have the final report filled out and sent to the insurance company. I hope you recover as much as you can!” The cop was looking directly into Fatty’s eyes now.

Fatty kept the perfect sad face perfectly “this is ridiculous. The only thing that makes me feel a little better now is that the Bank Manager finally realized that doppelgangers could look so similar.” He looked at his wife intensely and continued “But we will have to build all those savings back again from nothing!” He took a pause and looked into thin air now “We will get there, We will have to get there again!”

The cops had started walking away already. He looked into his wife’s eyes, held her pale white face in his hands and said ” Please stop worrying, money will come back, but all I want you to be is happy with whatever we have now! We will work together and get everything back again”

His wife looked into his eyes and smiled ” Sure honey, you have kept great strength while the cops suspected you until now! Even I had started to suspect you for a bit but you proved everybody wrong! We will earn the money again, but I trust you more than ever now!”

She hugged him tightly resting her head on his shoulder. Fatty could finally smirk gloating in his own new world. A secret new world of excitement. But he still was not sure how the Bank Manager changed his statement! and how the work people confirmed his presence in the office that day when he was at home! He was too scared to talk to anybody in the office about this and kept his silence owing to the fact that he was out of the puddle now.

2 days later

Fatty came back home from office and saw his wife sitting at the window asphyxiated to the view outside.

“Hey honey, what is it that has your attention in its grip?” He turned her face around towards himself to find her forehead strained with all kinds of lines crisscrossing.

“Why are you so stressed? I promise you we will save the same amount of money in a couple of years from now! We just have to wait longer to have kids now! Please relax! The rental insurance has paid us enough money to start a good investment. I have fixed our meeting with a financial consultant. He will guide us with the investment. Please try to relax a bit!”

But she kept looking into his eyes with the same look for a moment more before she started speaking ” I think it is about time I told you!”

Fatty’s eyeballs started to pop out of his sockets just imagining what she might have to say ” Was there more than money in that locker? Because somebody wiped it out! Was there something more valuable than the money in the locker?” He started blabbering in stress!

She put her hand on his mouth, took his face in her hands, made the most apologetic face she could “I have to tell you something. Please listen to me carefully! 3 years back, when we were a few months away from getting married, I won a lottery ticket. It was worth 1 million dollars. I got the money through a check with the tax deducted, but did not know what to do with it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” Fatty’s voice and heart had lost their pitch and  confidence.

“At that point of time, I thought that if I told you about the money, you would stop working and become lazy! I swear to god almighty I had no ulterior motive to this! Just the fact that you would stop being productive scared me to death!”

Fatty, being a reasonable person, looked down for a while pondering on the time when he was about to get married. He kept looking down and said nothing.

She looked at him for a moment, put her hand on his shoulders, and continued ” I know it was a mistake! I was only trying to find the right time to tell you! To share this great joy with you! But those thieves took that away when they robbed the locker.”

“Okay, how was this money represented among the other cash in the locker? I mean was it a check? Or what was it? I have been to the locker even alone  a few times and I never noticed anything odd in our savings money?”

“It was in the form of bonds. Do you remember we bought some bonds when we got married to kick off our married savings? I had kept these in the same envelope.”

Fatty kept looking down. His face had started to frown now. “I will go and walk over this for a while!” He took her hand from his shoulder and put it in her own lap looking into her eyes with disappointment.

She calmly said ” I am really sorry my love! I should have told you earlier! This is all my mistake!”

“It is not your mistake. It is the just the ‘not trusting’ part which bothers me” Fatty stood up and started walking towards the door still looking down. Soon he faded into the bright day through the door.

Fatty walked for 2 minutes exactly when panting came back to give him company. He found a bench in the park and sat down. He started to think.

“What have I done!? I have put my family’s future at risk! I have lost so much money! It takes a lifetime to earn this much! I do buy her reason for a bit for not sharing this with me, but, how can I trust her when I am not able to trust my own instincts anymore! Loosing the savings money did not hit me with even a subtle pinch to my consciousness! I do not have any choice but to trust her now! I am myself not to be trusted!”

Thoughts came and went to him like cars at a traffic light. All kinds of accidents were taking place in his case though!

3 weeks later

It was Sunday. Fatty was cleaning the garage while his wife had gone to the salon. Looking at the junk in the garage, he was already tired. He had just finished taking all the boxes out of the right hand corner, and there were still three more corners to go.

“I do not know why everything is cornered here” He said to himself.

Just then, he found an old box. A box he had gifted his wife a month before the marriage. The box had chocolates, flowers and the engagement ring! A tear came down to his cheek!

“I am such a liar and a cheat!” He sat down on the ground with the box in his hands.

“But even she did something without telling me! I think we are even! She will never find out about this robbery! I am safe!” a smile appeared on his face again.

He took the box and brought it inside the house to clean it. As soon as he opened the box, He found a bunch of letters.

“I never wrote any letter to her?!” He started to jog his memory.

“Well, she did tell me that there was this pen pal of her who stayed oceans away. Maybe these are those letters. But why would she store them in this box? Okay, maybe I am overthinking! I should totally read them!”

He took out the letters and kept them on the table in front of the television. He went to the kitchen to make himself coffee.

“I have already done enough damage to this family! I should totally stay away from getting into any kind of trouble anymore. I should rather keep these letters back in the box and keep them back in the garage. I will gently remind her about this box today. It will be so good to reminisce the lovely moment we had together when I gave her the box rather than talking about some random stranger she used to write letters to. Yes! I think this is a better idea! ”

He took the coffee, went back, picked up the letters, put them back into the box, and shoved the box back into the right hand corner of the garage into its original place.

Just then, his cell phone rang!

“Hello!”

“Fatty, how is life my friend?”

It was Taller and It took Fatty a split second to recognize his voice.

“Why have you called me? You should totally stay away from me! I helped you once! I am not going to help you again! We have nothing left here to be robbed in the first place!”

Taller cut him off ” I just called in to check if the things had died down a bit. I have a lot of other work to take care off in the city and I need to make sure no one waiting for me with any kind of trouble”

“Everything is calm now! I absolutely have no idea how the bank manager and my fellow colleagues chipped in on this! But I have let it all go now! I am at a happy place and want to stay here! Please do not call me again!”

Taller just wanted a straight answer “Define Calm”

“What?”

“Define calm you fat idiot! Is the investigation still ongoing? when was the last time you spoke to the police? What did their final report say? ”

“No No No, the investigation closed down 3 weeks back. Police’s final report has a doppelganger being looked into. But since it was me who was at the bank, the sketch drawn is exactly me. So they could not find anybody exactly like me, because it was me!”

“hmm, sounds good! thanks for the latest updates!” Taller hung up at this instant.

Fatty was in a bad mood now “I hope he never calls again!”

But then he thought “I could have asked him about the bonds! But that would have made things worse I guess!”

He went back inside, started sipping on his coffee, and reading the newspaper. He loved to read the editorial page.

Today’s special editorial was “How to not make a mess of the common human dark and complex behavioral anomalies!”

Episode 1 – The Introduction

Deja Vu

I have seen it before, I have even felt it before!

Not sure where? Not sure why? Not sure how?

The smell reminds me of my village farmhouse, when it had rained fresh!

The color of the evening reminds me of one of the summers in college when the sun did not trash heat, but spread warmth, and the trees showed way to the pleasant wind!

The corner of the road reminds me of the hill road us friends once took!

The song playing in the car reminds me of the time I drank like a fish!

This situation is repeating so many nuances that it is a new portrait in itself!

Is it Deja vu? or the nature in this town is just being a copy cat! of a lot of moods altogether!

Daily Post – Daily Prompt – Copy Cat

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