Life is usually tough for a sloth ...but that is what i am ..an inveterate sloth which clearly states that i love to do nothing.By the way i am not here to prove that i am breaking my slothdom ..in anyway ....i love staticity ,everyone does.But i would like to throw some light on of my intermittent visits here .
one winter evening i was fast asleep ,and suddenly i got up with a start ...i had a nightmare .....
full of people here there everywhere and in the middle was i ....standing on my toes trying to manage with the bare minimum space as possible ........like a sadhu baba .There was noise and chaos ..people were getting mad .suddenly someone came running brushing by my side and before i realized anything ..i had fallen into a dark sewage ......i tried to yell but my voice was inaudible to myself..the next moment i was wide awake on my bed looking at the open bottom of the sewage which had transformed itself into the ceiling.
I tried to dismiss it as just another dream but it kept coming .Something was bugging me .Then suddenly i realized one day ,everytime i landed up in the pit ...i used to find myself on the bed glacing at the ceiling .But what if i never woke up .What if i got stuck up there while it started raining and water rose to my knees ,waist ,neck ......What would happen to my loved ones........they would probably mourn till the end of their lives not because of the sheer loss of me .........but rather my clueless sad demise ...and my innocuous sad soul would be damned to perdition right there in the sewage ......WHAT PLIGHT ......there is a proverb in hindi ....DHOBI KA KUTTA ..NA GHAR KA NA GHAAT KA.My entire life was caught up in the dirty drains and my death in a sewage .
So i decided right there .......whatever it be ..i wont let my death go unanswered ...rather my blog will bear testimony to whatever happened ..."THE DAY I DIE"...Although i dont expect people to come running to salvage my poor soul ,but i still hope that would offer some fruits and offerings to the gods and deities ..so that they help me in the cause .By the way now that i am still alive ans still inmy senses i would like focus on a number of other issues which is why i landed up in the dark pit ....
Enter Jimmy....
Now i have cared to bring jimmy into picture because his people loved him just the way my parents love me ,and his death would bring same amount to greif to his people as mine getting caught up in that shithole would to my parents.Jimmy is a cute and short ....fellow .He has those really nice long hair that can leave women blushing .He is one thing man .But usually he looses his temper especially when he sees unknown people ....not that he is a misanthrope ....he loves his own people .May be he gets stressed out at times like all of us do ......Last time a friend saw him he was shouting so badly ....that he ended up with a bad throat ....my friend thought he had TB or something .Another friend who hesitates to be named ......gave a DHAMKI ...that one night he was gonna finish him off.....Now that Jimmy is DEAD ....MAMLA THANDA PAD GAAYA HAI.
So it all started this way ...it was a wonderful bright morning making me redolent of spring.It was 6 :00 clock in the morning .I had decided to wake up early and go for a walk .I was happily jogging on the footpath without paying any heed to the potholes or sewages ......Far from the distance i could someone shouting ,it sounded familiar .....as i got closer i discovered that it was none other than jimmy .I waved but it shouted .....Icontinued on my course.Then suddenly something went past me .....man!! it was like the flash of a lightning,so fast ,my mind went blank and my fingers went numb.pooh!! I looked at my white tracks ....i ran my fingers on my face ....suddenly i started feeling uneasy ......the thoughts of the black pit started coming to me .I decided to head back home.
Days passed ......and one sunday afternoon when i was killing time doing nothing ....a thought crossed my mind.....that why not drop in at Jimmy's.I dressed up fast ,took an auto and here i was ....I opened the gate ..rushed upstairs ......but no one was to be found.I desperately tried to find someone ....but to no avail.Then when i was leaving their house one old woman bumped into me .It was jimmy's owner .With tears in her eyes .......she almost burst into uncontrollable tears ......yes JIMMY WAS NO MORE .It had happened the same day i had gone for a walk .......the vehicle ..that had run past me .......THE BRAND NEW AUDI A8.....
Jimmy had decided to move on its own ..it was happily strolling on the road .......because it hardly got to do that ...most of the time it was in chains only .........but ......it had been run over ....by the BRAND NEW AUDI A8.
ALAS!! still i feel that it was luckier than me in many respects ..1st>>It didnt have to die in the sewer 2nd>> Guess one rich man's AUDI ...put an end to its fragile life .And the big garland he presented on the funereal.....was worth a sight .
Now i have also decided....no sewer ..if i have to die ..it should be nothing short of a bentley.That is what can me salvation from the dark sewer.Not that tough ..you can try it in the CITY OF VILLIANS.
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