Pulp

The juice stall opposite Hinduja hospital is an uniquely eventful place, a live spectacle of human emotions in its most raw form. Often while the sweet nectar travels through my throat it manages to leave a lump in my throat, swallowed by triggering a thousand thoughts in a jiffy. This multi-utility place is an inconspicuous host to human drama every moment. It is quite oblivious to the intricate tales it weaves in its everyday simple transactions.
While I am sipping my juice I happen to notice this man characterised by a certain unperturbedness, he seems to be a man of very composed demeanour aptly reflected by his sharply edged facial features. But at this moment the play of emotions on his face  are narrating a different story he is squirmy like a fish craving for a drop of water as he's rummaging for a one rupee coin to use the payphone. One can't help but ponder how a mind is trying to seek the convenience of just a few seconds only to be preoccupied with a measly struggle of finding a one rupee coin or perhaps it's the only convenience affordable at the moment. As his struggle with a coin ceases my eyes capture a glimpse of few swift movements of a finger and a trimmed flow of words bringing forth his composed demeanor. A moment before he has hung the receiver I finally see a fish that has fetched a few drops of water as  some tears trail down his face blurring all the definitions. And a moment later my eyes fail to trace those swift rapid movements of his feet as he vamoosed while I am still sipping my juice.
It was a phenomena of just a few seconds, the briefest breakdown that I have ever witnessed in my life. It's  strange that life sometimes doesn't give you the liberty to cry to the fullest. I felt my juice was little sour but didn't feel like commenting over it as I rush to my workplace, perhaps one has to be economical

with emotions too.

Hood Misunderstood!

Modern Day Red Robin Hood

With the advent of twenty fourth century, a buzz was around the world about the adventures of this man, who was the personification of social conscience? He was not just a man but also a savior of the oppressed, a symbol of right over might. There was so much hoopla surrounding him not for the ideals he stood for but for being the prince of thieves, like the robin hood of folklores. Unlike our legendary Robin Hood he was not fortunate enough to seek solace and refuge in the woods, which is a rare entity these days, his abode was far from the earth but not very far, a planet known as Mars. Being a resident of the planet mars people conferred him with the title of modern day Red Robin Hood.

Red Robin Hood in a very techno savvy style of 24^th century adopted the modus operandi of 14^th century’s Robin Hood. By being a master of bow he preserved the true tradition of Robin Hood. He would move around with his IFO (Identified Flying Object) along with an army of men from Mars yet again in the tradition of Robin Hood’s Merry Men. In Present times Robin Hood’s enemy Sheriff of Nottingham was embodied in form of our US president. All his strategies to trap Robin Hood were in vain as Robin Hood continued to rob the hearts of unfortunate souls all over the world…

Robin Hood’s first adventure began by robbing McDonalds and he continued to rob McDonalds all over the world to feed the destitute kids on the streets. He even robbed Barbie dolls for the kids. He went on to rob Starbucks and Harrods and Selfridges of the world in his mission to end poverty. He often targeted Bill Gates with an intention to end his monopoly, he held him hostage for good 100 times. He supported Linux, the open source software and spent millions for its development. His other favourite target was Richard Branson whose aircrafts he often hijacked to make life simpler for those unprivileged souls stranded on the earth…

Like every hero’s story is incomplete without his ladylove, Robin Hood’s chosen one was Fuchsia, Fair Marian’s counterpart in modern day Robin’s life. She was the princess of Nottingham whose strategic alliance was fixed with the Prince of Wales. Our red Robin Hood detained the Prince of Wales on Venus….

Finally US president created an interesting trap for Robin Hood; he announced Fame Universal Archery Championship to challenge him. Robin Hood succumbed to the temptation and won the championship and tasted fame but got trapped by the US army. Robin Hood negotiated his release with the president by offering him fifty percent control on Mars. Robin Hood was released and honoured as the vice president of US. He was given the special title of Earl of Washington thereby pioneering monarchy in America. Death didn’t end the life of Robin Hood but when his mission got wrapped in his vision to earn fame, Robin Hood died and the life of a man with a quest for power began….

Perhaps the fact is legend of Robin Hood is immortal in folktales but not in the world that is ruled by eminence and riches.

Awaken

On the landscape of mind
Resides a beautiful dream
Fosters my sleep
Awakens my senses
As the eyes crawl
Vanishes in a haze
But caught in a maze of thoughts
A beautiful Intention
Weaved into a zest to live
Living my dream
Breathing my passion…