The Gift..

"Can you tell me what is going on with him?" Dr Chandra inquired.
"No, not yet."
"For what you're waiting?"
"Government clearance, seems like he was a top secret government project.", Dr Bhaskaran spoke in his parmanently grave tone.
"A man suffering with last stage leukemia? A secret government project? Well, I don't care, I won't let a guy like him die in this pathetic manner, I heard you people are letting the Intelligence people to do their silly experiments on him. He was under my care once, and I won't let a guy like him suffer because of you idiots."
"I can't help you Chandra." Bhaskaran spoke in a flat tone.
Just as Bhaskarn ended his statement. A lanky figure approched him from the door.
Very next moment Dr Bhaskaran's body was flying out of the window of the fifth story of the hospital.
The lanky figure now faced Dr Chandra who was still in shock.
"Don't worry doc", Subject 143 as they called him spoke. "Bhaskaran won't die, he can fly"
"143..."
"I will live doc.... They saved me and I want to give you a gift for all the care you gave me."
Saying this he pierced the carotids of Dr Chandra with his fangs.
143, now the commander of Vampire Corps of Indian army gifted Dr Chandra immortality.

The Smokin Bar

"Is she your sister, you son of a bitch?" - The fat guy in the bar shouted at him still holding hand of that bar girl. The bar girl still trying to pull away herself.

"Fuck you." - He said calmly.

The fat guy stared at him. 

"Yo motherfucker, you got guts, aint you?" - A beefy man said, coming towards him at the quick signal of the fat guy.

"Yeah, so do you" - He said moving his cigarette to the other corner of his lips.

Sudden movements happened. Five shots were fired. The beefy guy was now writhing about on the floor with his intestines all around him in a pool of blood.

One more shot was fired and the fat guy fell with a thud.

The guy with the smoke in his mouth looked in the eyes of the not yet dead beefy man with his sausage like intestines moving along with his body as he quivered with pain and spoke calmly - "Told you, you got guts too."

There was pin-drop silence in the bar, the crowd either being on the floor or under their tables. 

Putting his gun in the holster, the man with the smoke coolly walked out of the door. 

Fighting with self..

Resolving your own conflicts can be difficult. You know it all. You've figured out everything but still your self does not agree to accept the truth. It wants to believe in it's own version of truth which is comfortable to itself and not to you.

Opposing wills, very schizoid trait I must say, but I've been struggling with it almost half of my life and even more than that. I am sometimes surprised on realizing that how people can be so sure of things, but as I know, most people see things from a fixed perspective, unlike me, who sees things in various perspectives and thus fails to tell if an idea, action or incident is wrong, unless ofcourse it's wrong on humanistic and moralistic terms. 

Resolving conflicts with your own self takes time, especially if it's genetically obstinate, which in my case it is. But I will do it.

Piya... - Song #1

Piya.....  main hui teri baawri.

Jiya...... ye mora chahe tujhko hi

Kitne saawan hain beetey yun..

Johu main teri aahat..

Jab se gaya pardes tu..

Badhti rahi ye meri chaahat..

Piya.. main hui teri baawri

Jiya... ye mora chaahe tujhko hi

Aas nihaare yun naina more..

karti rahun main tera intezaar..

Ankhon mein leke ye sapne kai..

Dil bhi ye mera bekaraar..

Piya.....  main hui teri baawri.

Jiya...... ye mora chahe tujhko hi

Nature of delusions...

The biggest mistake I did in my life was breaking my delusions. Naked stark reality is not cool and when it comes to motivation it sucks like a 50 year old experienced whore. After my each dream got fucked by circumstances, I stripped  myself of beliefs and started believing in the philosophy of 'nanga nahayega kya aur  nichodega kya'. Now, the major error that occurred was that I was not selective while stripping myself of delusions. I just shed them all at once, and that brought me insurmountable suffering.

The thing to know is, everything has a reason, if people are deluded, they are deluded for a reason. Letting things happen naturally, as they really are is the deal. Things are the best when they are natural, and a very few people will deny this statement. Then a thought strikes, what is unnatural? Everything is governed by the laws of the nature and even if something is not happening in accordance to its normal nature, it's still happening according to natural laws. This is so confusing that it looks like a long shitty wordplay and probably it sounds like crap too. I give up.