I had this weird sensation when I woke up this morning. I don't exactly know what it was or how to describe it! Whether it was the remains of the mixture of dreams I was having the night before or just the stress from the past few weeks playing up, I can't really tell!... So many thoughts were fleeting through my head on such a wide spectrum of isolated topics, that I was going through philosophical extremes!...
It started with a vagabond shouting and creating a ruckus at our doorstep, which had woken me up from my reverie in the first place. He had dressed a cow in some paint and covered it with holy rags, claiming to be a fortune teller of sorts. As I peered out of my window, covering my eyes from the sudden glare of the sun, I was told that he had already predicted our guard's family facts correct to every infinitesimal detail, without having known him previously. But, having seen these gimmicks a million times over, a lone reaction came to mind... Whatever!
Then, as I sat down to have my morning tea, the dipped biscuit fell to the floor with a splat. I kept staring at that wet mass and somehow drifted away into a world of my own. I was thinking about the biscuit which I'd just wasted and the elaborate processing which might have gone into it to give it its unique shape, texture and flavor. I saw the letters of the company engraved on it with an intricate design. It made me remember the first time when we had been taught to write autobiographies in school, on inanimate objects.
My mother, out of the blue, shouted something at me and I was violently woken from the subconscious state of mind in which I had passed into. I was shocked to find that twenty minutes had already passed and my cup of tea was still filled to the brim. I finished the tea in one sip and decided to watch television.
I switched to one of my favorite channels, Ten Sports, and found the weekly episodic Monday Night Raw being aired by the WWE. I sat down to pass some time with it, and again fell into a sleepy, dreamy phase! I started wondering about all the hours of abuse those wrestlers had had to doubtless overcome despite it being kayfabe, to even get a shot in the main roster, leave alone become a full-fledged star in the business. I began to compare their situations with those faced by regular people in their day-to-day lives. Just like them, we need a legitimate and interesting story line to become someone notable in life. At the end of the day, life can be visualized just as a game, in which we are the key players. It's our choice what kind of character we'd like to be and how we decide to play this game to the best of our talents and abilities. Some people just decide to sit it out and do nothing out of the ordinary, while others decide to fight it out and compete with others to become the winners of this game, who can be rightfully regarded as the 'Champions of Life'!...
Now as I write this article, I'm still getting an entourage of thoughts varying from our ongoing intern right to my attempt at writing fiction some time back, as one of my FB notes. As I try to put a bunch of weird and unrelated stuff together, which I'm hardly sure why I'm doing, I realize that sometimes we might go through so much even without stepping outside the limits of our house, that its mind boggling!...
From tomorrow, the same office routine starts again, and I wonder if I'll ever have such a mentally strange day again, when all the doubts accumulated in our minds for weeks at a time, come boiling over at the slightest hint of idleness!...
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