Amen!

From the darkest corners of our minds, spring the thoughts that leave us most bewildered. 

Imagine, you are sitting in the middle of an ongoing lecture. The teacher is boring the brains out of your head with the biggest drill-bit he has. And all of a sudden, you stand up and start dancing in the class. And just to add to the fun of it, every one of your classmate joins you.

Now consider another situation. 

There's a mind-numbingly beautiful lady walking in your direction. You look into each other's eyes, stand transfixed for a second, and have the most spontaneous kiss on the planet ever! And again, to add to the fun factor, let us assume there was no follow-up slapping. 

What if you could just tell exactly what is there in your mind to whoever it is you want to tell, and the consequence wouldn't matter? From the little more than 2 decade experience that I have had on this lovely planet, I do know for a fact that there are virtually no consequences to wearing your thoughts on your sleeve. 

Something very strange happened today. Actually, it is still happening as I write this. I get a feeling that time I have remaining on this ground, above which I stand right now, is not going to last too long. I told this to a close friend. He just told me one thing. "Dude, don't kill yourself!". Herein lies the problem. The problem is that I am not the best communicator, with neither written, nor spoken words, by a fucking long shot. So, I am not too sure of the impression I left on this friend of mine. 

I don't know how to convey the restlessness I am going through. 

Even as I write this, I have no idea how these words might resonate inside another person's head. Of course, I know what I feel inside. But to someone reading this, it will be like watching a stone lying on the ground. The stone might be screaming at the top of it's voice inside somewhere. But sadly, to no avail. I'll try to make my words as palpable as possible. 

I happened to stumble upon a video where a bunch of chaps went around asking men of all age groups if they would marry Sunny Leone. To many of us, the very thought might sound preposterous. Even disgusting to a few. What is surprising is that all the people who were reluctant to go with the decision of marrying Sunny Leone(given the choice i.e.) mentioned something very thought provoking. All, in some way or the other, brought in the standard "What will people think?" excuse. It was either family, friends, or the friendly neighbours objecting to the decision that the blokes being interviewed, were concerned about. Marrying Sunny Leone too extreme? I sure hope not! 

But just imagine! If a fellow happens to decide that he wants to marry Sunny Leone(with the understanding that Sunny Leone is willing to marry the fellow), and the chap goes and tells his parents about his wish, I am pretty sure that the bloke's father's eyes will turn bulging red, and surely one can imagine the rest that is about to follow. 

Chuck the example above. I'll be really honest. I am just scared of dying without having told few people how strong and wild my thoughts are for them. And now, I hope my father doesn't have the time to read this. Because the first person in the list of people I have, whom I think I will be unable to tell everything I feel for them before it's too late, is Dad, for sure. It is like a lot of shit held inside, man! I feel constipated just thinking about it.

About the rest of the folks who are fortunate enough to have made it to the list, I have virtually spent hours trying to tell them what I think about, only to remain a pussy throughout the duration of the conversation. I have said everything to them in the process of circumventing from the main agenda. And it sucks. 

I wonder what makes us afraid at the sight of exactly what we want. What we want, comes gift-wrapped to us, as if Santa really exists, and we just let it go for some god forsaken reason. 

Just today, it was raining outside. I remembered someone, someone who the rains remind me of. And I know that I sound too poetic here. For the time I was looking out of the window, all I wanted was to hold this creature as tight as I could and bloody well never let go! Now, I feel stupid as hell for having let my scandalous thoughts leak out. But I am a shameless son of a gun. So moving on... 

Strange, isn't it, that the the body that carries our thoughts is merely a sack of chemicals?

I am sure you have watched motivational videos on Youtube, the ones with music that gives you goosebumps! You would have also felt the weaning away of all the endorphins and adrenaline within moments of the video getting over. But while the video is running, it feels like even flying ain't impossible! And mind you, try doing pull-ups or push-ups while the chemical rush lasts. It works like a dream! You'll easily surpass your highest number of repetitions by a huge margin! I just wish to find a way to keep that effect prolonged. This is exactly where I feel that there is a higher sense we can move into where we loose all our inhibitions about everything. There is a state where you can do exactly what you want, where boundaries don't exist, where there is no malice, where everything is acceptable, and no one minds. Someone might suggest something like "Fill the earth's atmosphere with weed!" or something. You never know frankly. Anything, as long as it works. 

The strange part is that place where we all can be in that state of open-mindedness, is right here, right where we stand. 

Again, I am flooded with a sense of shortage of time, a sense of inexplicable madness, and it leaves me restless more than ever. And to you, and to everyone that this piece of written work might reach, if you feel the same way as I do for some reason, we are headed for a place where the only thing we will be able to look back and say is "It's a trap!!".

A lady, long time ago, asked me to choose one superpower that I wish I'd have. Being a huge Batman fan then, even more so now, I did not have anything specific I wanted, because even as a kid, I knew Batman had no superpowers. But now, as I think about that question, rather, the question being the only thing I can think of, all I want is the balls to say and do exactly the things I want to without holding back an ounce of what I have within. And to be all the more honest, I wish this ability for each person that shall ever set foot onto this paradise. Okay, maybe not all of them.