" Anthems to myriad lives'' .

A Foreword...

How many times have I wondered. 'I', in the present prosaic circumstances, Wondered that what happens in our lives is governed by some prophecy written by who knows when and lying who knows where. Was it written by the same 'thing' for all human beings ?? Now why not 'he' or 'she' or 'human' or 'god' you might ask.Why do i say "written by a 'thing' ". Well , to tell the truth, I have no idea. Maybe to write this worthless gibberrish,the way it is being written right now was written by it too.
The lives of a gazillion (Ah yes! an exaggerated number ! ) humans that roamed and hid on the face of this Earth.Of a ***illion humans who loved and reproduced, who fought and slain each other on this rock(our Earth ofcourse ).Of another ...llion who are right now breathing an
envelope of un-inhalable gases they call air.
Perhaps ,All these lives , are governed by a random life generating algorithm in the supercomputer of a gook 'Betelguesian'.Now those who have a question mark writ large on their foreheads can do well to know that Betelguese is a fictional distant planet/galaxy civilization(Hitchhiker's guide to the Galaxy by Doug Adams). .....how unique is each individual's life ?
Perhaps its a MATRIX after all. An illusion ! And we all are truly nothing but batteries to a vastly superior being.Our neural connections the source of infinite energy tapped by plugging power cords into the spine!!
Or maybe we are a part of a hugely successful multiple client role playing game ! A 3D game
where there can be no grace lives. No steps taken back, no levels restarted, A game which is directed by a being who controlls us and things around us .The likes of "Age of Empires "and "Rise of Nations" (A strategy game where you build civilizations and empires right from stone age to present day)
If every person has led a life or id living one. A life of happenings and nothings. Pleasant sometimes sorrowful. A river course of currents and rapids and falls and plains . Joyous and macabre. Having its own share of ironies and tears and misfortunes and fears. And if every life was to be unique and wondrous on its own.. Then every life is worth learning from. However commonplace these experiences maybe.. they all have a genre to hail themselves with.The human 'grit' in some cases , and naked ignorance in others. 'The Human life' is still unconquered , many have tried to potray it.. via Movies, television soaps, theatre, radio, documentories, fiction and the list goes on... Imagine if every person alive on this planet right now would write his/her biography.What are the chances that atleast two biographies are exactly alike. A replica , a clone.... Are you kidding me.. !! only two ?? How come ? Any theory i have that i can prove it with ? No, i dont.

Its just coincidence ,an innocent thought, that 'a singular life' any person( like me) conjures up in his head, may turn out to be true. I am not much of a writer, nor a psychiatrist. But i will give a try to creating fictional lives and incidents. And ofcourse ...SPICE THEM UP !!.. It will try bits of absurdity, eccentricity and be humourously naive. At the same time there can be naked show of reality as it is. No Masks to what people are.. bare truths.. stark emotions . Maybe blunt too.

Wish me luck .. and you people hope for some interesting lives ahead :) Do let me know if it goes trite any where.

Hair Amiss !!

Its been 4 months since i had a hair cut !. Surprised !! , Astounded !! Doesn't seem like me isn't it( For those who know me :) ) .Hey , now dont you start getting ideas ... I have the strictest rules as regards to personal hygiene, and that includes hair.
But i must be looking outrageous right ?. Yeah i am, No doubt. My pals who have to bear my presence(sick !) everyday will be glad to give a testimony. But i am sure they dont mind having me around with them at places of social importance( for example the cafeteria at lunch time., or the general coffee break area). Yeah right! . You see i have a legitimate reason to think so too. You wanna know why..? See , people ought to look at me.. , gape at me ,yes obviously , i look horrendous with a bush/birds nest on my head. ( maybe the bird is of jurassic era, probably Archeopteryx). And the day i have'nt shaved, i look prehistoric too. Sounds melodramatic doesn't it:' A stone age man walking into a modern SEI-CMM level 5 MNC for the days work(hunt or be hunted !)'. Anthropology and paleontology apart. So if everyone is gaping at me, obviously guys around me (even if they are dud heads) appear soooooo decent and approachabe. Eh. Eh.. Good for you guys .. and this is what i have been trying to hammer into their thick heads.
The thing is , i do everything possible to not appear this ridiculous. I have a head bath religiously everyday . Comb my hair(semi wet) and see to it that it is pressed down (a.k.a Babu Moshai ishtyle ).Some times blow dry it . Apply lots of gel and comb it to immaculate neatness and symmetry. "Damn , i look good ! " says I before i start off for office. 45 Min later as I dismount the bike and check myself out "Yikes !!! Wats this???" The Hair on the scalp is disarrayed ,albeit pressed down by the helmet. But the portion at he back of the scalp and the upper neck is all flying . A one third lion's mane !(Typical 'mahabharat' ka character ka hair ishtyle ) .
Well well well, no doubt i always liked 'Gone with the Wind' :)) .I check the bike handle ,still conscious of the thousands of antennae at the back of my head. The left hand tries to smooothen and coax the matted hair . Alas ! in vain. The hands caress the hair a thousand times
like an automaton by the time i reach my office block entrance. The Security guard these days does not ask me for my ID as by now he remembers me( courtesy my hair) . I walk down the well lit corridors . A silent prayer at the back of my mind hoping there is no one else walking in it. !#$#@$#$ Heck ! There are... and they are walking in the opposite direction to mine. And i hope they dont raise their heads and give a momentary stare at my hair. Which inevitably everyone does , and receive the coldest bone shilling stare("What the hell are you lookin at..!!!??") ever given by someone. They hang their heads in embarassment and walk on. Stronger ones just glance and smile inwardly(Hmph!... what a joker ). I hurriedly walk to the washroom , wash the road dust and grime off my face , look at my hair and grin. Why..?? coz I AM PROUD of my hair. Its copiuous , lustrous and plentiful. I dont give a penny's worth of thought to what others think about it. I wet my hair a little .. press it down and walk into my bay head high . Gingerly sit down at my desk in front of my workstation , and transport myself into a prehistoric world !!!. I am just prehistoric in the way i look , but hey.. I take orders or people who run things around here are maybe the 'pre- homo sapiens ' species. All idiots including me..!! trying to work things the way they have been planned for everyone and its all Neolithic !!!. Ha so far so good , no comments on my hair. And by the time i get up for the coffee breaks and lunch break , the hair is all amiss again. Flying .. and twisting and turning and falling and standing . Heck ! its got a mind of its own! . And so have I . As long as they both dont have a conflict.. ,I AM FINE..

Caio
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