Huh? What??!!

Sometimes, you just feel like shouting your heart out. After all, what's the whole point of having a loudspeaker equipped throat and a thunderous voice, if one can't shout one's heart out?

Shout I do. But again, sound doesn't travel in vacuum. Physics 101. Sucks!

It is hard to believe how even trivial issues, at least seemingly trivial issues, can nag you like a thorn in the underpants. Mind you, this is when you're in a crowded place with no toilet in sight. What do you do? And more so, you can't even zero down on the source of your irritation. That, or you just don't want to admit the true cause of your agony, because it feels too puny to be let out in the public domain. 

I was recently accused of cooking up a lot of dishes in my own head. In Hindi, this dish prepared by mental cooking is called "खयाली पुलाव "("Khayaali Pulao"), basically delicacies made out of mindless thinking. Does that even make sense? Goodness!

Now, to think or not to think, that's the question. I shall keep my doubts and questions aside for now, as all of the above ranting sounds like utter gibberish!

The games we play,

The things we say,

Of things we don't, 

And then walk away.

The things unsaid,

The things we dread,

That everyone knows,

And's in the head.

To say, then what,

To think or not,

Of pointlessness,

over things we fought.

Be day, or night,

It doesn't seem right,

Why then deny,

What is your sunlight!

Ta! DAAA!! Now THAT was a crappy poem! A thing about poems is that you can put everything into riddles, and laugh away at those who try to decipher what you wrote. Who came up with the idea of poems? Wow! That fellow surely should have given a TED talk!

I stood at the stairway. No, this one wasn't going to heaven. And despite this stairway doing down, it wasn't going to hell either. I saw the gorgeous lady coming towards a group of chaps I was just about to leave. My mind went blank. She was smiling from ear to ear. Yeah, the question paper was shit easy. Fine.

Post-Examination-Dissection-Of-Question-Paper, one of the most fruitless human activities, is what I allowed myself the liberty to indulge in. It was fruitless, specially so in my case, because the only thing my mind could make any sense of was her perfume. Shit! She held one end of the question paper, that someone committed the crime of handing to her. And there I was, holding the other end of the question paper like an idiot. Could I comprehend a word written on the question paper at this point? Obviously not!

The only thing I could notice was she trying to escape my gaze, and succeeding at it. At least my ticker wasn't hammering in my chest. Probably no one had an idea of what was happening at all. That is in case anything was happening. 

My eyes went to her face. Actually, more to her dangling earring. BIG-ass dark green stone right in the middle of the earring. I traced her jaw-line in my mind. Then, my attention went to a little reddishness below her right cheek-bone. Hmm.. That's new. 

All of a sudden, like a jolt of lightning, I was struck by my futility of looking at the question paper that the lady and I were holding onto for some very stupid reason. It wouldn't have made a difference if the contents of the question paper was written in Martian script, or Greek, or even English for that matter. I guess the question paper had stuff written in English. I'm sure that fact bears no relevance to the helplessness of my situation. 

Having realized that, I turned around, and kept walking... Kept walking.. And kept walking....

FIN! *ting*