The One where the Higher Authority leaves for home

I may have tried to “man-up” bidding you farewell even though it’s for a week, as I write this, tears start to make their way out, force themselves out in the open. Been together for the last 15 months through thick and thin, it isn’t that easy to just let you go. Just to ease myself in this humdrum that’s going inside me, I ordered an extra strong coffee without sugar, taking a sip while thinking of you and writing it down here. I was asking you to be strong, but the truth is I am as weak as you when it comes to saying you goodbye.

As I write this, I’m already in tears, sipping that coffee, sitting in public, thinking of you. I still have a long drive ahead of me (430kms), and will be missing you badly there. Sorry I cant write further, as I have myself to console. Well on the brighter side, I get to play my playlist while driving without annoying you.

Happy flight. See you in a week.

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Death: Short Story Part 2

When the Higher Authority laughs more at the Instagram Posts and other silly videos rather than at my jokes, without even giving a look towards me; an inside voice says “Dude, you are screwed (बेटा, तुम तो गयो).

The One with The Higher Authority’s Permission

Sarcasms aside, higher authority actually deserves the title. What do I do? Wake up, get ready, have my breakfast, go to office, come back, go to club, freshen up, dine, and have a few chit chat moments, and go to sleep. All of my day’s work counted on 10 fingertips. But to make chores of my life be counted on 10; a hundred works go uncounted in the background.

From simple stuffs like changing sheets to taking the big decisions; all goes through the higher authority. We have a pact; the higher authority takes all the small decisions- things to buy, things to cook , finance related and all while I take all the big decisions- like should the country impose this law? Where are we going with the financial crunch in the country and how do we tackle them and all. Our work is cut out clearly. Read More

Let’s Mock..

I don’t believe in luck and fate, they are just illusions. But sometimes it feels good to mock the god, cursing him for the bad luck and blah blah… What happens is all our doing, but still mocking him gives a sense of humor. I think that we are all just puppets, with him holding our strings, and at times he would be saying to himself, “Lets have some fun, let’s give a twist in this guy’s life…let’s mock him”. And so God and I continue mocking, and enjoying this stint between us. Just to mock him, I think whatever happens, happens for good; it’s just that I am the exception in every case.

Perks of having (a) Higher Authority

Perks of having (a) higher authority. In case you have more than one, may God save you. Or maybe even he won’t be able.
Being commanded by more than one will be like different strings pulling you in different directions with different forces. And vector physics wont be of any help here. If you were an object where different forces are applied in different directions, resultant force would be a matter of few steps of calculation. But in real life, physics would bow down before you if you even think of it. Read More

Three years of Blogging…

Its been exactly three years since my first blog; and I’m still where I was that day… Well for a change – got married, got my domain (had to pay, obviously) etc etc. This was one medium where I got to write my thoughts and share on a vast platform, which otherwise lay between the pages of various diaries. Smartphones caught up, and it became easier to jot down ideas anywhere everywhere. And the transition happened: from pen and paper to an electronic medium. Read More

Coffee:)

Short Stories- Part 1


Coffee: I like the way it keeps me awake at night. I can laugh, shout, love without any disturbances.

I hate it the way it keeps me awake at night while my boss gently sleeps.

Sleep or You

The day was over and dinner done with. Bae and I were talking something, while she streamed something on Youtube. I kept watching her, and instantaneously the first two lines came out. And then the poem continued, reminiscent of the days.

Sleep or you,
it’s hard to choose.
Tired eyes, curious heart
It’s gonna be hard,
As one has to depart.

The blue tick says you read
Sleep hanging there
barely by thread
Waiting for your reply
Comes in the blink of an eye Read More

Damn it!! Sleep

Ever tried to sleep the entire morning off on a non working day? If you were successful, I am so very jealous of you right now. One thing, then another, then another and they all conjure up together to keep you from having your wishes fulfilled. Damn it!!

What stuffs kept me from sleeping?

  • Early morning call from a friend. (7:15 am)
  • Drop the higher authority to school. (8:30 am)

Meanwhile, after return thought to sleep till 1 pm. Then these happened.

  • Call from cable operator to let me know overdue payments. (9:30 am)
  • Call from office regarding some issues. (9:50 am) {They don’t let you rest even on rest days.}
  • Thought to check how the stocks are performing today, a lil sneak peek.(10:20 am)
  • Now since the laptop was open, catch up on daily news.(10:30 am)
  • Since I’m awake already, let’s have some coffee.(11 am)
  • Since coffee is ready, lets write a new post.(11:15 am)
  • As I write this, I know by the time this post is complete, my sleep will hang itself with whatever dreams left; and I will have no need for it, for now.( 11:15 am onwards).

Ever faced the same situation? I feel for you bro, and if you are one of those rare specimens who were just lucky enough, I wish I had some of your rarity. What do you eat? Let me know.

The one where The Higher Authority is frustrated.

Frustration can be consuming. Simple tasks to rocket science, if frustration finds a way into the mind, it transforms the human into an entirely different entity. I can’t help it when the higher authority says she is frustrated. And when the higher authority gets into such a mundane situation, you know who has to suffer. All I can do is try to console, but trust me… it’s like touching fire to see how hot the flame is. You might get your answer but burn your finger in the process. Every step has to be a careful one, every breathe has to be calculated, and thousands of thoughts cross the mind at what might have been wrong, or to be correct, where I might have been wrong. Somewhere sometime something in the past has to do with this. Something deep forgotton in the sands of time, something you would have done 10 years ago, but something is there. And you can’t actually defend yourself in any way. That’s a henious crime. And if you think silence is your best weapon, you are wrong my friend. Very very wrong. Read More

The One where The Higher Authority puts me Under Arrest

“You are under arrest”, said the police officer.

     “You are guilty”, said my darling.

“Anything you say or do will be used against you in court of law. You can hire a lawyer and if not, one will be provided to you”.
     “Whatever you say or do will be used against you right at this moment (and in subsequent years that follow, or maybe till we both dwell on this planet). You are on your own, and do not try to defend yourself. You will make matter worse for yourself only”.

I guess laws of police are little more lenient for the normal public than are the laws of the house for me.



 If you can relate to this, let me know in the comments….

The One where The Higher Authority pampers me…

Being a husband is like a newborn baby. In the initial phase of married life, he gets pampered and all the attention (from the higher authority) just like a newly born baby. No issues, no tension no worries….atleast he thinks that way. He thinks life is easy going and carefree. But as the days pass by, he opens his eyes to reality. His days of taming start. From a wild animal that he used to be in his bachelor’s days to the domesticated pet he will be.
Then the days of scolding, shouting start gradually. Every move of his is under scrutiny, under the watchful eyes of higher authority. Just like a baby learns to take first steps, a newly made husband learns to step out of house, not to wander, but bring home fresh vegetables, fruits. Initially he is supported and after sometimes, he is on his own. One bad veggie, and he has to suffer.
Then slowly like a baby starts to grow and gets to know the surroundings, the husband has to acquire taste of the higher authority. “Go and buy some biscuits”. You simply can’t go and buy anything or something of your choice. You have to acquire taste of the higher authority, know the goods and bads, and buy accordingly.
And when a baby learns to speak, so does a husband.  “Aye Captain”, and he is good to go. The progress is good; and similarly the baby grows into a full human being, so does the husband, into a domesticated pet, conditioned to follow orders of the higher authority; and in case he diverts from his path, there are innumerous arsenal with the higher authority to bring him back to reality.