Friends and Foes

My time slips out of my pocket and takes vicious circles around me. Its horrible whizzing leaves me in a maddening frenzy. I run around and around to catch it. It leaves me dizzy...drunk....dead. I open my eyes to find it still buzzing around like a nasty bug. Well..I will definitely try to get my buddy time safely in my pocket.

Time now runs back...fastly in reverse mod. I run out of my present skin to catch up with it. Well both of us might crash into a muddy gutter. or worse into a bottomless well out of which it might b impossible to come out!

Well fall into a gutter any way...nd come out like fools...muddy...dirty. Grinning at each other. He blames me and I him. And then we fight. He is worth hi ba*** this time buddy of mine. Fool pinces me down where my nose has no business to be in..into a shit. I plead for mercy. He lets me go. Bt man see what you have done to me!

Man u r no longer my time, I say. I hve nvr been anybody's, the idiot beams. Bt I thought u were my buddy. Dnt cry red-nosed fool, he consoles wiping the shit off my face. Anyway I am nvr fools and weakling's friend. At the mst I can e a slave. I like strong masters not soft buddies. I am paranormal..those who lynch me most..i like the most.

Well this is a revelation man. Time u fool. now i give u what u deserve most. A hard punch..and that too on ur nose and make it meshed up even more than mine. I do the same...hard..bloody. It staggers falls down...gets up slowly.. embraces me nd says..oya man u r worth ur ba***.

Now we walk forward. Tired...dirty..shit nd blood on our faces. V can no longer run..only walk with failing strength. He supports me and I support him. Well forced to support each other. We hesitate...initially support each other with cold hearts. A fight is after all a fight man...it takes time to forget bloody noses.

U fool why in the first place u escaped out of my pocket to run wild like this and that too in reverse mod. It grins...wiping blood and shit off its face...I put out my hanky with sympathy...It gets teary eyes. U were killing me man, it weeps. U were jst busy flaunting ur status that time is my best buddy and doing nothing in practice. So jst felt like giving u a hard run.

Snake

I came across a brown-eyed human snake. A kashmiri pandit. More venomous than any kobra in the world! He just knowns how to bite...instinctively like all the slithery reptiles of his species. Its just impossible to come across a more spiteful person. It is simply your folly to expect a friendly kiss from a snake...the helpless creature is bound to bite only. Well, if a community can give birth to even a single such human snake than its better that Kashmiri pandits left Kashmir valley because it is too heavenly for such human reptiles. Kashmir valley is better without pandits!

Sun playing hide and seek behind clouds..humid air wispily telling a smart secret..land lying languidly; its pining thirst quenched by sky's countless kisses and love-drops..a dove pair mating lost in the silent majesty of innocence and peaceful nature!! Life can be far far better provided we have the eyes to spot such marvelous ecstasies adoring the stage set around us. Be at ease with the universal harmony..the  ultimate melody will certainly reach your ears.    

Rivers and we share a great symmetry in our life flows. During youthful stage, a river full of energy cuts through the mountainous rocks. It is vigorous, torrential, fast, furious. adamant about its path. Aren't we like that as well in our youth? Then middle age sets in. During this phase the pace gets mellowed down. Through flood plains it takes gentle curves, meanders, building its reputation on the sediments cut in youth from hardest rocks. The flow is at ease with itself. There is comfort, peace. Then the final drowning of its existence in the sea. So in youth gurgle with enthusiasm. Tear apart as much sediments as you can. It will be after all the material for you middle life flood plains when other types of responsibilities set in on this fertile ground. 

Corporate career is great..it keeps you on razor's edge. You are forced to grow your skills at all levels. But its dissipating as well..it saps you in the long run. So its always advisable to slowly built an alternate pedestal in the medium term--say for the nest 5/10 years--so that when things get too hot in your present position you can easily jump onto that one. This new platform can be based on the real passion. So while you are toiling it out against your real interests, don't get frustrated. Its a sort of investment for future. Just cling to your dream. Keep your dream alive. Slowly and systematically chalk out a medium term plan..invest time and money in moderate amounts and when the things ARE RIPE jump onto your creation.