Saturday, 17 May 2008

Frozen in Virtual Reality.

Years back, after some bitter experiences with people in the real world I retreated into the virtual world. In search of anonymity, with the desire to remain unknown. Someone no one could recognize or recall. After living in that world for a long time now I realise that maybe experiences, good or bad will seek me out no matter where I am. It's I, and I alone who can control what I get from life. I should be able to control my life and more importantly my mind.
I build castles in the air and start living in them. It's when the castle crashes that I am all hurt. It's sometimes difficult to live two lives. One in thin air and one with feet firmly on the ground. I know the truth is as far as I can touch. That is the real world and the world which belongs to me. Anything which I cannot see face to face, anything which I cannot touch is just a part of this virtual world, which as of now is just an extension of my dreams and fantasies. Today I almost feel like I have been swallowed by this virtual world. My existence itself has become virtual. And along with it my happiness, joy, pain and all feelings have become virtual. Very soon I will be unable to differentiate between the two. And maybe very soon others will also be unable to differentiate between the real me and the virtual me.

Wednesday, 14 May 2008

Missing .......

Have you ever missed something you thought you never would? Something you always wanted to get rid of and yet when you finally did it didn't feel good at all. I have had the feeling of late. It's like carrying your leg in cast for months, waiting to get rid of it every waking hour of the day. And yet when you did it was like losing a support. It's like listening to the next door kids every morning and wishing they would just evaporate and one fine day when it is all quiet you wonder if everything is all right. I hope things change . No, well not the cast again. But I hope the kids come out to play again.

Saturday, 10 May 2008

Old Tale !!!!

I suddenly remembered a story I had read in "Amar Chitra Katha" as a kid. Decided I should share it with everyone.
"There was once a very selfish, selfcentred and miserly king in a far of land. One day while walking on the bank of a river with his ministers he slipped and fell into the river. All the ministers and bodyguards jumped to help him screaming "O Master !! Give us your hand". However the king kept beating frantically in the water but was not taking any help. Just then the wisest of the minister walked to the river bank and said "O Master !! Take my hand". The king immediately grabbed his hand and reached the safety of the shore. The king had after all never learnt to give anything, only take. "
Sometimes old tales make so much sense.