Building a roof over our head made up of time machine.

I sit aside and brush my knowledge.
I always come second best to life. ‘Nonetheless, it is a brave opponent’, this is the kind of response that I usually get back.
I can stand on either side, as long the learning limits are pushed on. My office is in Southern part of the town. Both ways the journey is in opposite direction.
Strikingly amazing and rightly put across!
In the morning, there is no destiny written whatsoever. The moment sun sounds up, it is a ritual. It is strange gravitational pull of earth! It is strange gravitational pull above the earth. There is something strange about wee things. To all the places that I was before, I never went anywhere but here. I keep on falling back to the original shape. The shelter that I’ve built, a lifetime of amount spent, shall it be possible to take with when I won’t be around here for long. The strange gravitational pull of earth resides near. It never leaves us at places where we do not belong to. Starts packing up my bag and calls for the taxi standing outside. Asks me if I am coming back home or not?
The nature of old ugly things makes us feel good about life. If we look around and all the people that we become a part of, while sitting in the same bus or others that we work with, it is a strange factor?
For a day isolate yourself off all the broken pieces.
I haven’t seen experience so widely and freely available, up for grabs. How long does it take to reach office?
Somewhat of 45 diluting minutes
It seems that I have lived more with this discussion so far than those forty-five minutes in total. I have a doubt. There is a question. For what would be the reasons that blood is flowing recklessly fast in the veins of time machine?
[Count and out
Only counts at your submitted request format
If not then it’ll forget to take your status into account].
Be happy as clock can make it least effective.
A ticking clock is in misery. Isn’t it a blind instrument? It has a surplus nature of counting all the things spent abundantly pure and not investments made.
I laugh, summarize and it shine through the broad daylight.
Delightful experiences are able to stay for a longer period of time because it was not counted in the first place.
The working philosophy of any time-piece is best understood as it counts on moments spent and done on the pulse factor of adrenaline rush & we have strong investments made and things learnt in the second category.
No, I’m still breathing in the same body. We have not lost a clue. Working together, walking together.
Don’t look at me like this? Nobody is looking to connect different things at one place.
Commuting. Travelling. We can inter-change positions over here. Travelling has always been considered as the most soul-awakening purpose of life. The choice is yours either within a city or outside the boundaries.
I travel everyday for these two or three hours.
(It is not the last station where I have to reach. We stop at a point when all can be gathered at no other place).

for a change, mea culpa 4.

He took his bike. Forgot some other things on the way. Making light through the traffic and nobody has yet noticed his feet were out of shoes and head with any thoughts. Water bottle was missing its place. These wheels rotating in a whirlwind direction to capture any sign of her being around
He carried his bike over the shoulders. Traffic light signal has taken a red note. He joined the race of walking community members and crossed the zebra pattern.
He is nowhere to be seen.
Is it his bike?
I have not seen him driving for quite some time. This might land us into trouble. Please, do not try to lay your hands on anything. It would be a huge disappointment to be booked under the charges of lifting a bicycle. I’d rather die myself in Iraq war.
There is this flower shop on the street.
There he is. Our man, standing on the counter!
I am sure this time around he is no mood to celebrate.
‘Did you witness any form of not usual habitat on the part of these flowers’? Nolan asked the shopkeeper.
Shopkeeper: flowers as flowers and not humans! He was shell shocked. Are you referring to flowers as humans? Because my flowers have always been obedient and know the importance of not interrupting somebody.
Nolan: have you recently delivered flowers first thing in the morning.
Maybe 7o’clock.
Or 8o’clock in the morning.
Shop owner: we open up at 11. He presented a chuckle. (A burlesque)
Don’t do that? Nolan made a polite gesture.
A girl might have come here asking for flowers to be given free. It is also possible that she offered to bring ten more customers in return of that.
We’re able to see everything from the glass door. His lonely feet are walking out now.
He is walking back with a failing sense to recognize any difference between the sound of phone bell ringing and car horn shouting. He starts picking the phone on every beep made by passing vehicles.
Nolan: She is a Porn star. Before the transition period was over for me, she left in-between (of this road). I am unable to think on significant terms.
She hates to talk over the phone. She has this permissible earthly quality of making others follow it.
Her sharp voice of making herself clear as whistle in the wind produces echo and distills thought of its impurity. Her persistent approach that things are not clear over the phone is a highly philosophical take on handsets. Configure a societal where people are moving from South Pole to say ‘thank you’ in reply to the question being asked that how are you. It started well only to be changed quickly within a matter of couple of hours and now they find themselves standing in entirely opposite direction of the planet.
She has gone. She took away nothing that was mine.
Those letters, if you remember, they were few in number. Each one of them was without any address. I noticed when she asked for some assistance. There was a letter which fell on the floor. I took it and put it back there. She was ready to go. Before she left out of that door, I said.
Nolan: I have not seen you here earlier. This place would not like to see another visitor leaving without registering any details whatsoever.
It is a tradition! I exclaimed with joy.
Then, she took out her bag and given the address
I still remember what she has to say while walking out of there: The time that just took place inside would be treasured for reasons as many and opportunities created out of one single moment. I leave tomorrow’s section completely ignorant and improves my chances of closing the chapter with an emphatic win over what would otherwise have been destiny.

A Colonial image of impending danger!

Tiger Woods Ashley Cole John Terry Shane Warne Wayne Rooney
People are human. Our heroes are human. Even God is another human as he has made man in his own image.
To choose between sinner and blessed soul, is only the work of a devil. These are complex issues only to be addressed after death. Or once we reach heavenly heights of no more jurisdictional restrictions.
People play on the field and they come back home like every one of us. There falls a night and shadowy creature in-between. Again, there is new day and life standing on the doorstep.
They make mistakes; receive cards, yellow and red, and sometimes scrutinized for actions on and off the field. Referees make bookings and there is chapter closed. Fellow colleagues who make these laws to ignore one thing and hurl punishment on other is a complete tyranny of geographically immature human mind.
Sports persons shall not be held responsible on the field for actions performed out of the field. Long ago when I was learning to be young, there was a particular instance that taught me the biggest lesson so far.
It was indeed related to a famous music star: Never compare one’s personal life with its professional.
We all commit mistakes. I’m sorry, it was not meant to be like this. Let us try one more time, we all commit suicidal mistakes. However if we watch closely and use our own thinking powers than instead of being borrowed ones from media or other news channel. It would become purposefully clear that those wrongly projected ‘mistakes’ were nothing more than our own self-created and manufactured bubble which has exploded due to lack of oxygen and other elementary necessities of life.
These were not the reasons that we started following our national or favorite global sports heroes. It was different from accusing them of showing low moral standards. It was different from asking questions which are too personal and improper to discuss in public.
The objective is that whatever happens within the walls of a room is subject to someone’s personal life. And nobody has any right to disgrace it or publically condemn it. Unless we have some candidates over here who belong to some other distant planet.
Embrace them for turning youngsters into future sports legend. Invite them to participate in neighborhood society events so that there shall be no difference left between us and reality.
To intrude in their family lives and make them stand sorry figure and pressurize them to announce formal apology letter to public and fans, it is purely dysfunctional.
It also exemplifies our own state of mind.
For years, we have watched them play as a true winner. I feel insecure that if we have interrupted the flow of energy over here.

for a change, mea culpa 3.

[Mind out of bodies. One at home and other walking through the streets. Sometimes, she is sitting alone when her mind is talking to people never met before. Her mind outside amongst the crowd asking different sorts of opinion, questions like how do they feel after finding out that curiosity factor was still alive when they had left old boyfriend or girlfriend? How about if love of your life is not complete now? There was something pending in their last relationship. And unless it is over, they cannot start a new love-life].
I don’t know it stands any true or not. I guess it does. Look at this! You have not seen me before. A mind figure or shadow keeps on flashing right close to your eyes.
Nolan is walking. He has kept no light around. Holding itself strong within the grasp of hands, shall there be more to the hand-written letter. Does it promise something new? This letter holds no originality of its own.
How can be it possible?
Nolan is taking long to open it. Though he knows what must be inside, why should he?
Nolan: why should I listen to things, she told me right at the beginning? I was not sure whether to make that girl walk into my life.
I saw her again at the same place. It is a small place where people can come and sit for hours. I used to go there.
She introduced herself as a girl who has mischievous fascination towards all the ugly things in life. And she concluded it further.
“There exists, only beauty, in this world”.
I took some time. Till I can breathe no longer under the false impression of not being impressed by someone who shares half the size of knowledge to all the books that I come here for.
I think I cannot come any closer than this while trying to express the gratitude that finally I found her. It was similar to the state of a person who has just received an emergency call from hospital that his father is injured. He cannot utter a word of joy to be informed that his father is out of danger but has seriously hurt his wife and your mother who was driving the other car.
I uncharacteristically said, “Do you have any idea how delighted I am to see you here”?
It is not that I have anything against this place but was least expectant to find you here.
Rather, it was me who pushed her.
There were few letters in her hand. She took her bag and asked me to take down her address.
Send me some flowers first thing in the morning.
I was not sure that she was the right girl but now I was thinking that she certainly can’t be the wrong one.
Her body perfume caught me breaking into areas where I am not supposed. It is highly regarded as an offence for a new friend to start expecting things too soon.

for a change, mea culpa 2.

We’re heading home. I’ll drop him and won’t take the chance to accompany him further.
I am sure that next thing he is going to do is pack all her stuff and leave it away outside on the road from where it cannot turn back. It is quarter to six and by 9:30 this would all be over. I know, yes, that you are thinking it right. First thing in the morning he is running fast across to that street.
Strange observational tactic and how would he come to know even if she had been there.
We take pride in losing here.
Love, an experiment, we pick and play on ourselves.
(Tired of life and there is love to rescue you wide arms open)
He opens the door to his room. Picks up a small written note in an envelope (to Nolan)
What shall be written in it?
I don’t think he is going to read aloud to all of us. It was our only chance to get close to her.
Look! He is moving fast. We need to rush.
He must not have gone far, close and near.
Two unknown voices familiar with one another Their presence in the house with doors locked from outside and nobody has made a knock on the door for permission is not making the whole situation dependable and clear.
I think it is from his past. Two characters that once he became or disputably involved at some point in life.
Do you know that American President was another usual man before?
There can be different survival shades, procuring for its legitimate status without realizing that chair we sit over which reminds of the past is an indication, nothing but last few remaining drops of younger years left in us. Procuring for its legitimate right for once it was lived in grandeur.

Longevity, or a memory kept long becomes essentially truth than imagination. We start wearing, switching it regularly. Others take it as fact that we are changing.
Question: Which side of change have you changed, better or bad?
There are laughing sounds. Their voice is pretty majestic. They must be known or close members of the society.
First figure: Is he going to feel bad about this?
Second figure: How would I know? It is a physical realm.
Our first work is to gather a collection of thoughts put it aside and leave without a trace so they ever wish to come back and check the originality of their thoughts; this is what they should get now.
First figure: Is love a possibility?
Second figure: now you are talking like a human mind.
First figure: that we are!
Second figure: an identity of our own, we shall also not forget.
(Did you see the face of painting, moved to other side of the wall? It is not usual for an artist to depict such artistry skills of an audience member).
Nolan is taking off the light bulb. He is removing it from all over. I have checked it in the second room. Third and forth room as well.
Second figure: My face is losing the visibility aspect.
First figure: Certainly! It is because you are out of your physical presence.
We could only see but not feel it. Go back to your physical identity and I’ll keep watching it from outside (referring to Nolan’s body and pointing it towards).
Second figure: Why are you so concerned about the letter, when you know where she is? She must have written this letter in your presence.
First figure: I don’t like to read somebody’s personal letter. How cruel it is?
I have a nice proposal. During the evening tea party, she comes close and often invites me over. Few honey drops are welcomed. She listens to me attentively well without paying any heed to local crowd.
First figure: You know whom we are talking about when I say local crowd. She is commendably sure.
Second figure: I guess.
Mind has body of its own!
He ends the discussion on a sharp note.
Even if I know where she is, it makes a least of difference because he has to make his choices clear.
You can go and ask him to watch daily half-an-hour sports update that he is extremely fond of.
Second figure: It seems that you have utter disbelief that watching sports is a tricky prospect.
I need to go back.
First figure: She is leaving.

for a change, mea culpa!

I am going to present few episodes of a short story. Few characters looking to generate answers to the same questions that being asked of everybody. The prime keywords are all days of the week, love, my girlfriend's dutiful past= an acute remembrance of pain, sex as plain mind and body exercise, to kill the beast, friends and it goes without sayin that if we can hold onto them till the last. Look out for the word Porn star. I still haven't decided about the TITLE. For that matter of fact, not the end as well. Who knows if one of you can come up with something interesting? I have complete faith in you.

I have no mind left to think about her.
She always had a burning desire for him. I know they would be together. Burning together in the fire of hell bodies lying around, naked or clothes barely ashamed of their size trying to reciprocate every action with similar intensity as you are losing virginity to the partner of your choice
He cannot reach the soul. I shouted with deep earth shattering voice for cry.
Don’t take her away?
He broke down on the floor. Given the kind of situation that we’re, sitting in a café while drinking a cup of coffee, I had never bemused myself before with this sort of feeling by picking a laugh on my tongue. Somehow it was over.
‘Look into my eyes’!
I kept on driving the car. This is what I hate about driving that you cannot take care of the other person sitting next to you.
These are the best two persons in my life. Parents might have given me birth but they have bestowed life on me.
I again stopped to find that how is he now. I pulled the brakes and knew that he was expecting it too. Again a similar shout- she is breath into my life. The door came in the way to get out of it (or something else as well). Thrown back with little thought of collecting pieces into shape he moved outside. There was no point in asking him now that how are you feeling, bro.
Pathetic. The only thing to ask of someone
Next thirty minutes standing on the road to find a clue. I’ll take this time to answer some of the questions that you would probably be thinking of.
Man behind the wheels: Arnold Ramsay.
The lady who served us coffee: Amanda. (I read her service badge)
A soul put on self-denial test: Nolan
Girl with pink feathers: Anita. She is the real Porn Star.
Don’t think about him? He would not mind sharing this information with you. If she had been here, I’m sure he would have invited all of you to a romantic evening ride across the park. Some people work best in partnerships or connections.
One is in the process of becoming a porn star. Another is already creating a masterstroke out of everyday life objects.
Please try not to display maturity or strangeness to the fact that you know nothing unless you start finding for it. This is how you start and start finding. Few things in life are presented to you in an identical manner to the way we have been thinking, liking, perceive or wrongly accusing others of all our lives. For example, what if your first experience was different to what we know of all the things about you so far.
Nonetheless, they (both of them) are no different to ordinary beings.
What we have different over here is the proposal of realization that what makes you stand unique as an individual and a member or part of the entire universe that we all are associated with.
Our faces are one good example. You look at them and in a moment you know that yes Oh my God there is somebody who lives there behind. This might start to become confusing because we are stuck here in the middle of road and waiting for divine intervention to lead us further together.
Let there be death standing at your doorstep, if you ever try to make fun out of this situation!
He is driving.
I am thinking
We both are not talking.
Anita had a long time relationship with somebody by the name of overcast conditions. He likes to call her as the first thing to be remembered after long night’s sleep. How did they fall apart?
Why are you asking me? Moron.
I don’t know. For what reasons, they would tell me.
Or to make it in a friendly manner how can they tell me if they have not figured it out.
My best guess is that he kept on sleeping even after morning has started another day. And she decided to move out.
Moved out…. in the light towards darkness to the light again and falling darkness.

synopsis of my mind!

I don’t know whom to blame for!
The following is a fictional portrayal of characters.
An anchor trying to ask few questions of a young movie-icon, (i don’t know what) only to soothe an ego, a droplet of creativity, or to bemoan death of the rest.
Critics have long fled the battle field here.
A Television set broadcasting four different channels. Imagine how opinions would change if I’ll be placed with four heads and one voice to shout? This is pure crotchety of events.
Movie star has come to the show. He is accompanied by different channel that has more of an English breakfast eating habit, his breath is sinking down for all the fear of soul that cannot hold onto its gravity, lack of efforts shown on previous instances. There is another channel standing in the crowd. It has dark ancient roots; things that grow are also subject to evolution, but what has happened to Indian movie industry.
It has an appetizing taste!
Their business logo is somewhat lengthier, few meters long (an approximate of 10,000 years old). But suits well to the occasion. Read out this loud, because I want to check that if you really support the cause or not: Age has been denied an entry onto the stage of Bollywood saga.
Question: how many times our heroes struggle even in a fictitious scene?
Question: how many times they lose and never left with any form of intensity?
Zilch. Almost nothing.
The shocking revelation is that being victorious is not always about winning.
Find it Realize it You can deny it Cannot destroy it.
Evolution. No, rather we are depreciating to low-lying zone of absolute self-contentment for achieving less and even more joyful over the fact that we have not moved an inch further towards progress.
Anchor has prepared his list of things to be asked next. Your recent movie has crashed to death. So, what are your opinions on it?
Before that I would like to check what audience has to say about it.
Anchor: Ok.
First interviewee – there is no story. Songs are good. It is not his fault, our hero was not given any chance to do anything.
Second interviewee – how can you expect him to do anything without any script being ready in the first place?
Third and last – scripts are illusive in nature but we like our hero to be what he does and not.
Anchor: I ever knew it! That you can act. Your talent least requires any kind of script to be written in hand.
Actor: laughs over something!
Anchor: do we really hire writers for our movies?
That was not a question. And he also starts laughing. In a race of two, to find who is the biggest penultimate loss to country.
Third channel is least popular but more effective. It covers small and self-employed movie directors to unleash the real power of holding camera and making audience participates in the process of movie-making. Their vision suggests that an audience member should not be left at the mercy of songs, dance and repetitive dialogue delivery.
Anchor: we have come to know that you are also going to promote other young artists from different fields of life.
Actor: Definitely. Why not? If I can do something over here, it would be fantastic. My new movie also shares similar viewpoint. It’ll be exceptional if we can do both, promotion and social welfare, at the same time.
Abruptly, it was over.
The conclusion that all these three channels have found is that if by any stretch of imagination we accept that there was no storyline to work on, then why did he sign.
These actors have not been able to repeat single act of brilliance that they so wrongly endorse all years long during their life.