Eternal sunset of the chaotic mind

Remark: Have an eyeful glance of Comfortably dumb, before continuing.

Unlike the village of restrictions, bouncers in the city of acceptance are real who are busy guarding bars, pubs and discotheques. Minds here are bouncers-less. Minds here are locker-less. In fact, minds here are door-less. A man from the city of acceptance has an open mind. As open, as a thoroughly thrashed talented whore who can give a thought for anything. For whom, nothing is big enough. Who welcomes everything! Who sees no shape, who sees no size and who sees no qualifications! Just, everything! He allows everything but the bouncers, because he hates bouncers. He hates bouncers because he loves pubs, bars and discotheques. He loves pubs, bars and discotheques because there, he turns weird. He loves to get weird.

He sighs on familiar ideas and pays heed to the unfamiliar ones. He pays heed to unfamiliar ideas because on first note they look weird and unlike the man from the village of restrictions, he loves to go weird. He titillates on new ideas but never materializes them. He never materializes them because not materializing a titillating idea is a weird thing to do and a weird thing to do is all what he loves to do. Moreover, before he materializes any new idea, he gets familiar with it and when he hears a familiar idea, he sigh them off. He only pays heed to the unfamiliar ones.

He sleeps in the dawn and he wakes up after dusk. He works between dawn and dusk. He tries hard to make his schedule sound weird. He hangs weird paintings and derives weird syllogism from them. He gets a weird appetite at weird hours. He dresses weirdly and has a weird haircut. In a weird crowd he shakes weirdly at weird beats of some weird song. He uploads weird status on facebook and gets a thread of weird comments by other of his few weird inhabitants of the same city of acceptance. When taking part in a discussion, he chooses the weirder side and gives weirdest arguments. His thoughts are so weirdly arranged that his mind forms up to be weirdly hallow. He thinks that he is not weird.

He generally doesn’t like the man from the village of restrictions. He didn’t like him because he thinks that he is weird. He thinks that the man from the village of restrictions is weird because he doesn’t do weird stuffs. He doesn’t think more about the man from the village of restrictions because thinking more of the familiar man brings sigh to his face.

He never takes rest. Taking rest seems weird to him because it prohibits him from doing various weird options he has. His mind is so open, it keeps on allowing dissatisfaction. He has allowed so much dissatisfaction that they keep on not allowing satisfaction. He never stays calm. He never gets content. He never gets calm and content because getting calm and content is not a weird thing to get. In tail years of his life, he looks back and moans about how weirdly he has spent his years. His achievement looks small and weird to him.

After achieving more than the man from the village of restrictions, he still dies in dissatisfaction. That’s weird!

Comfortably dumb

A man from the village of restrictions has mind, a mind, which is conveyed by toughest of the bouncers. When I say bouncers, I literally mean, men with 20 inches of biceps and rareness of reasonability to whom words like ‘why’ and ‘how’ occurs as often as a chemical fourth-order reaction. To them, every unfamiliar thought is a strange thought and every strange thought is a weird thought. The man from the village of restrictions generally stays calm, composed and easy until he meets an unfamiliar idea and when he meets an unfamiliar idea, he gets strangely weird. He rarely argues. He generally shouts. He generally shouts because he can’t argue. To argue, he needs new thoughts, to hustle new thoughts, he needs to get rid of those bouncers and to get rid of those bouncers, he needs to argue with himself. But he compromises with this catch and generally stays calm. He compromises because he is unaware of the catch. He is unaware of this catch because he never gave a thought. He never gave a thought because it is an unfamiliar idea and with every unfamiliar idea, he gets strangely weird. Therefore, he generally stays calm. He believes, he doesn’t fickle between thoughts. But he never think, that he doesn’t posses many thoughts because thinking of not possessing much thought is an unfamiliar thought which drives him strangely weird and he is a man who loves to stay calm.

He thinks he is better than the man who lives in the city of acceptance. He thinks so because he feels so. He feels so on the basis of many such small feelings, he is obsessed with. Yes, he generally ‘feels’ what he thinks he is ‘thinking’. He feels that the man who lives in the city of acceptance is a liar and immoral. He also feels that he is selfish and can never be trusted. He feels that what all he feels is true. He also feels that the man from the city of acceptance has no feelings.

Altogether he is a happy man because he feels that an acre of land, a hard-working wife and a bunch of other men from the village of restrictions, who never talk about new things, comprises a happy life. He always sits idly, because he feels that grabbing time to sit idly from the busy life is the utmost goal and greatest achievement. At his death-bed, he feels very content and satisfied about his achievements of working hard to gather a lot of time when he didn’t work and sat idly.

He dies happily!

P.S.: The man from the city of acceptance is not far away. In fact, he is a click away!

The quiet Tiger

Questions aroused after the news that Sourav Ganguly, at last, is now playing for Pune warriors and Sourav Ganguly didn’t play for the Pune warriors in the first couple of matches, were allayed by Subrata Roy-“I picked him as a Bengali brother, but it was a week before, when Swapna got a fish-bone in her throat and he refuses to pass the glass of water. Thanks to the good lord, she is well now.”

Various other cricketers, former cricketers and prominent personalities were too interviewed in person for their respective views over this mishappening. Sachin Tendulkar, who is known for not answering questions by any other way but the bat, was insisted finally by Lata Mangeshkar, who convinced him that there was no way to answer this question with his bat, said-“Sourav has played a lot of cricket, it is an apt time for him to take retirement from all formats of the game.”

In a half an hour special report with Sunil Gavaskar on a news channel, he was asked- “What changes, according to you, Dada must meet to make a come back?” Sunil Gavaskar, confidently said-“He needs to improve his bowling, he must stay active in the field and he should bat well, as well.” “That was a very fresh prospective you have provided. How is Rohan doing by the way? Never mind! Thanks for your time!” was all that the host said then. Out of the thirty minutes of the program, twenty were filled up by advertisements among which most frequent was the new ad of ‘Delite rubber adhesives’, which after getting inspired by the hyperbolic Fevicol advertisement, sets its’ tagline as “Delite, which can prevent even ‘wiki’ from ‘leaking’. Sources said that the information about the advertisement being inspired by fevicol was found on the Wikileaks.

When asked about Ganguly’s stance by few foreign players like Andrew Flintoff, he simply refused to comment for he felt it might make Yuvraj furious and extremely mad.

Ajay Jadeja, on one of the TV shows said-“IPL is all about money. A huge fan-following players like Ganguly, should prefer his status before money.”

A news channel which later regretted their, this action, approached Navjot Singh Siddhu, who, started off his comments with “He is like a one-legged man in a bum kicking competition. He is like Indian three-wheeler, which will suck a lot of diesel but can not go beyond 30! But a team without him is like giving a kiss without a squeeze.” The rest of the interview was edited, said Wikileaks.

Rahul Dravid in a press conference showed all his sympathy and said- “A batsmen like him, who has played more than 150 tests with an average of more than 50 and who had scored more than 10000 runs in both format of the cricket, surely deserves a lot more.” “Sourav Ganguly never scored 10000 runs in test. It is probably your own record, you are reflecting” said one of the reporters from the crowd. Mr. fluent-English from nowhere began to stammer then.

Sourav Ganguly along with VVS Laxman stayed lip-locked over the entire issue. Sourav for obvious reasons and VVS, for nobody bothered to ask him.

PS: Just heard that the 'quiet Tiger' finally roared for Pune and went beyond 30!