OH!! SILLY ME!!

With all these going around me, I am unable to think and write anything. I have to cook, I have to go to the washroom, I have a book to finish, I need to eat my dessert, I have to finish that craft work, I, I, I…. Wait! She told me to take care of a certain thing. What was it??? Can’t remember…. (Mmm! She is so nice that she remembered to tell me to see through. She is so caring. She has a beautiful house and a wonderful interior. I love her vase and those beautiful flowers in it. She even keeps her kitchen so clean and tidy. How can she?) – All happens within the thought bubble. Just a small sound of the baby getting up. Done. All the pending chores go unattended because of the random silly thought about my friend.

Yes, yet again I wasted my precious hour thinking. It’s not only that I get thoughts about my friends and their clean houses but also other things.

Recently, I got my daughter’s admission done in a school nearby. Hence, I get thoughts many random thoughts about her school life. Some like,

  1. She missing me and crying
  2. Getting hurt while playing
  3. Doing some stuffs I never knew she could
  4. Speaking a full statement (she still doesn’t speak a full statement)
  5. Getting her friends’ home or going to their place.
  6. Studying and doing good and making us proud parents.

Many thoughts are happy and some painful. Still, anxiety and excitement takes a toll time and again. Another recent example of my silly thoughts is about yesterday night when I was preparing food for my husband’s colleagues for their potluck. I, constantly had a pinging thought about them, complaining that the food is not good enough and everything. Well, silly of course!!

This process of thinking and then dreaming and day dreaming about stuffs have been there with me since my childhood. When I was a kid, I used to think that I had super powerful eyes. I could see the sparkling things in the sun rays. Later discovering those were dust particles and everyone could see them. I even day dreamed of becoming thin and then becoming very famous for becoming thin all of a sudden. Well, it definitely never happened! I thought of killing all bad guys, who came to trouble my mother with one slap, almost every time we went to market. I even killed a man in my head, for talking badly to my father in front of me. I even thought of looking angrily at my dad, while I was being scolded, and then being scolded for not being attentive. I even thought that the moon followed us everywhere we went. I even thought it came from the devil to haunt us. I even had a mysterious hand which was under my bed, all ready to grab me by my feet at night.

These are a few of my achievement and they do continue till date. The only difference being that the thoughts have matured along with me. Now my thoughts are clear and they let me know my inner feelings. I get scared at times when I finish dreaming them. My God!! I can be very dangerous at times! Haha. Life is too short. Silly things make it worth living.

If people never did silly things nothing intelligent would ever get done – Ludwig Wittgenstein

IMAGINATION DOESN’T HAVE A HEAD AND TAIL… IT HAS WINGS

India has lost 5 wickets for only 132 runs and there’s another 178 runs needed to take them to victory. He has come to the crease after the fall of the fifth wicket. He is a good batsman but the bowlers were kind of too heavy on the Indians today. He started to settle down… but he doesn’t have much overs left to play slow and settle down… He quickly adjusted to the situation and has started playing freely. He’s very quick between the wickets and slowly he opened up to hit few boundaries. He was well supported by Ravindra Jadeja at the other end who knows how important he is. Now India needs 128 runs out of 7 overs. It looks impossible but as long as he is there nothing is impossible. He hits a six. That’s the first six he hit today. Once he starts hitting he is unstoppable. The opponents know it very well. He hits a four again. Indians fans are shouting and screaming his name all around the stadium. Its 22 runs needed from 6 balls. Jadeja is on strike and he knows how important to give him strike if the India needs to see the victory. Jadeja took a run and give him the strike. 21 run out of 5 balls. He hits a six, another six and there the third six. 3 run out of 2 balls.

“What are you doing? Did you finish the lesson…? Are you dreaming or what?” My aunt’s voice brought me back to my study table from the cricket field. I couldn’t give my team members an emphatic victory.

There were other times when I used to imagine myself to be a defense personnel and married. I would be assigned to solve a problem. My wife would be also part of the defense unit and we both would be on our bike to solve the problems that caused many suffer in the city.  I even used to imagine that our defense unit will be a private association and not part of the Indian Army. I used to imagine that I would be the second in rank to the commandant or boss.     

When I used to wake up from my sleepmagination I used to find myself struggling to even go to school regularly for my health issues. 

I still imagine a lot even now. But now I imagine some realistic stuff… like, meeting with Prabhjot and Aastha in Bangalore or arrange a conference for all of us to be part of with lots of food etc. I also imagine that my book or music album will be published and all will be appreciating it. But again when I come back to my reality I find myself right there where I was just sleepmaginating

We imagine what never happens in reality. Imagination doesn’t have any heads or tails but it has WINGS. So when we give air to the wings of our imagination by directing them well we become good writers and story tellers. I am an example picked up from that lot.  

Are you in your sleepmagination? Wake up and channelize it. 

Stay Blessed!

​OH WAIT! THAT WAS SO SILLY OF ME…

Our world is filled with people who try to look pretty serious on the outside, and some may be serious on the inside too. But I am definitely sure that all of them have been bugged by silly thoughts from time to time. And these silly thoughts are not restricted to a certain age group. I know that when we are kids our imagination is hyperactive and our thinking is completely independent of any world view, but even when we grow older there is always a kid somewhere within us.

Enough with the introduction now! Let’s head into few of the silly/stupid/weird thoughts I have had over the years.

The union with Vicky

I was may be 11 or 12 when “Small Wonder” used to come on TV broadcasted on the Start plus Channel. And I immediately took a liking to Vicky, the humanoid-robot created by Ted Lawson, and accepted as a part of the Lawson family. Well I accepted her too and was smitten by her.  Smitten so much that I even dared to kiss the TV while she was in the frame; of course nobody else was there in the room. And in my dreams I used to see this strange storm transporting me to Vicky’s world. The dream was always incomplete and the union with Vicky (in my dreams) never happened.

The thing with orange seeds

Now this is something which might be common to folks. When I was a kid, someone had told me that you should not swallow orange seeds or else an orange plant would take root in your stomach and soon you would be producing oranges. Well! The orange plant taking root within me itself was a horrifying thought which made me extremely careful while eating oranges. And the worst part was I actually thought it would work this way: “You swallow the seed and then you drink water, and the plant starts to grow. That’s how plants grow; water the seeds and they grow, don’t they?” One day when I accidentally swallowed a seed I got very anxious. I could not even avoid drinking water, but then when nothing happened and I learned about the digestive system my fears were allayed.

Coming to my fears: When I thought I was being haunted…

I was very tired that evening. The washing of clothes gave my back a lot of pain and my shoulders a bit of strain. The dinner was heavy. I gulped in 6 chapattis with a dry brinjal-capsicum dish. By 11 pm I left my chair near the laptop and fell on my mattress.  

I was in deep sleep when something started to move. I tried opening my eyes and I could see the figure right above me. It was waving as if chanting some spell on me. My legs had grown cold because of the ceiling fan. I remembered switching off the fan before going to sleep but now it was running in full speed. The figure drew closer to my face and I could hardly move an inch. I felt it almost caressing my throat as my breathing morphed into panting like a sudden gear-shift. 

As I tried to reach the figure with my arms suddenly the image became clearer. And with a sudden gasp I regained my senses and recognized the terror. They were clothes hanging from the metal-strip on the door. I checked my mobile for the time. It was 2:53 AM

Does our planet earth confirm to atlas?

Now I have a fascination with geography so when I finally got my hands on atlas and saw the map of different countries and continents, I always wondered if we really get high enough amidst the skies and look down from there will the countries actually look the shape they appear to be in the maps. I never dared to ask this question to my geography teacher.  May be I can go fly to the space one day and check that. And I also wonder how all that water manages to stay contained inside our planet.

Do people actually drink in office and that too during the day?

This happened very recently. I sat across the table of this officer who was having a conversation with my superintendent who sat beside me.  This officer seemed to be affable and jovial. I sat quietly listening to their conversation when my eyes fell on a drinking glass. It interestingly was half-filled with whisky-like looking liquid. Thoughts start racing in my head: “Has this officer already gulped in half a glass of whisky during office hours? Is this the reason he looks to be so affable and jovial?  Should I ask my sir if this officer has this habit?” I knew the answer to the last question was “No” and soon we left the table. I smiled at the officer as I got up from my seat.

Amongst other crazy thoughts why the “hotdog” is named so when it has nothing to do with dogs and is the “100ft road” really 100 ft long. That’s a bunch of silly thoughts from me.  May we enjoy a little silly side of things once in a while as we try to make sense of things happening around us.  Stay blessed!