01:30a.m., 27th Oct 2011, I wake-up half-ok with a hint of acidity in my chest, a dash of short breath in my lungs, I help myself with the icy cold water from earthenware red pot, ummm Yes it does feel good, only later does the acid attack becomes more acute, with HCl burning the way up my esophagus. All this against the backdrop of a late Diwali night, God am I a diseased mortal, ready to embark on a journey leading me to really Soar Higher...
The colorful frantic lights, some here some there, a few with whistles, some with bangs, an occasional thud, all goes on & on, onstage the tinted black screen behind me, a little dose is good, but soon lights disappear and booms & bangs fill-up the scene, I try to be polite & understanding about the fact that it's Diwali, #@~^this acidity will burn me up today #@~^ but still the high noise guys, seriously it's NOISE POLLUTION, for God's sake it's 02:01a.m. While I'm at this, you people are
pulling off few occasional bitchy ones, some crackling sparkles & a rare Big-Bang, fine go ahead and burn the fun, if that's your way to be content.
As they say, one thing leads to another a man standing right there, checking up on my work of lighting up the home with electric lamps, oil-lamps, correctional lantern, #@~^knock, knock Acidity ? #@~^ the electrician put in the lantern at the 9p.m.th hour, who by the way works independently, freelancer I must say, was pressed into service for few odd-jobs, two to be precise by the established
electrician in my area, who never takes up a service-call seriously(#personal experience) what to do ? where am I? what ? where are the crackers, noises, thuds & bangs? still there....shucks!
So, where was I, I was traveling inside a deep train of thoughts on a dense track of concentration completely unaware of disturbing surroundings, well concentration of mind is a virtue I guess #@~^ seems subsided #@~^ Some disturbing thoughts, well no worries, will take care of them. A concentrated mind does a wonderful job, even when surrounded by complete chaos.
As I rose, half-dead today, may I rise as does emerge a Phoenix from its Ashes, completely burnt by own Karma, but born again with the same heart of gold. The sins, the mess, working crass and living depress, sometimes I feel to give it up all, Oh God, and by working my way up like an Eagle hovers above this world, I shall cover everything under the wing-span of my experience, #@~^shit keeps coming back#@~^ and thus once and for all, may I with your blessings My Lord, Soar Higher.