It was a day to be remembered...
Rajkumari was standing somewhere at the crossroads of the famous Broadway alleys, when a speaker announced loudly 'And now ladies and gentlemen the students of our prestigious academy shall sing a song in praise of Google God'...
What? Rajkumari thought that she misheard the announcement, but no... they brought a huge computer on stage and put a garland of flowers on top of it and then the kids stood around it and began to sing praises of the Google God of XXI century....
Orwell at its highest, thought Rajkumari, or maybe I have fallen ill again and began to hallucinate...
Nawafar woke up in the mouse-hole in a village far away from the first world. Her eyes were red... I think she cried all night.
Was it really possible that Mr Timothy Leary did enter her story after all? Was it really possible that she ate some hallucinogenic mushroom and all she thought about the forest creatures was just a picture of her imagination? A projection of an ill mind? Were all her clothes lying scattered on the floor and nothing was ever stolen secretly???
She picked up this dreadful small box with numbers and buttons and threw it against the wall... Had she had a hammer with her she would even smash this monstrous machine into small pieces, but since no heavy object was to be found she put all the pieces of a mobile phone together and pressed a button... DELETE it said. She pressed it and a name and number drifted towards non-existence. She had already sent the same number and name towards the black hole a number of times, but each time her innermost feelings made her bring it back as somehow the very presence of that name around her made all the spirals and twists of life seem a bit easier...
But not this time... she promised herself... if the archenemy, who is in fact the only medicine she wants in life, ever wants to find her he will do it himself.
Wasn't it he who told her once that 'Men are like hunters. They like following their prey'? She always thought this statement to be one of the most idiotic things she ever heard, but if the menfolk and the archenemy did believe in such unbelievably stupid things then let her pretend for a moment that she is not a tigress but a delicate deer that's hopping around the forest fluttering her eyelashes and pouting her lips...
The thought of becoming a deer to be hunted made her shudder with repulsion... Disgusting!
She was neither a deer nor a man-eating tiger. She was a woman who believed in partnership and equality. And since some gnomes were trying to talk to her about whatssup generation she wanted to tell in front of the whole world that she belonged to the generation that had buttons in the mobile phone, loved pink floyd, piano and cello, had watched Kieslowski's films more than hundred times in her life, went hitchhiking to some festivals in her youth and believed that Martin Luther King was right.
She looked around the room. It looked messy today and the walls were full of holes made by the stones that somebody threw at her last night through an open window. One of the walls had a deep visible crack. She went towards that wall and found a small piece of paper tied neatly around the stone 'revenge on some... from your past' it read. She could neither understand its meaning, nor comprehend why was the stone lying there.
Revenge? what revenge??? she was not the person who would want to take revenge on anything or anybody in life. Love and peace. Ahimsa paramo dharma...
Past? What past? There was no past. There was only present. Past was something that she dealt with long time back. She was very much at peace with her past whatever it might have been like.
Some... Some what? Some potato? Some cabbage? Some tomato? Some what? There was nothing.
She looked at the ruins of her house... She really wanted to build this house in a nice way, make it beautiful, make it brim with laughter and happiness, with the sound of his steps... but the walls were falling instead...
She lied on her bed, buried her face into a pillow and began to sob.
Rajkumari was standing somewhere at the crossroads of the famous Broadway alleys, when a speaker announced loudly 'And now ladies and gentlemen the students of our prestigious academy shall sing a song in praise of Google God'...
What? Rajkumari thought that she misheard the announcement, but no... they brought a huge computer on stage and put a garland of flowers on top of it and then the kids stood around it and began to sing praises of the Google God of XXI century....
Orwell at its highest, thought Rajkumari, or maybe I have fallen ill again and began to hallucinate...
Nawafar woke up in the mouse-hole in a village far away from the first world. Her eyes were red... I think she cried all night.
Was it really possible that Mr Timothy Leary did enter her story after all? Was it really possible that she ate some hallucinogenic mushroom and all she thought about the forest creatures was just a picture of her imagination? A projection of an ill mind? Were all her clothes lying scattered on the floor and nothing was ever stolen secretly???
She picked up this dreadful small box with numbers and buttons and threw it against the wall... Had she had a hammer with her she would even smash this monstrous machine into small pieces, but since no heavy object was to be found she put all the pieces of a mobile phone together and pressed a button... DELETE it said. She pressed it and a name and number drifted towards non-existence. She had already sent the same number and name towards the black hole a number of times, but each time her innermost feelings made her bring it back as somehow the very presence of that name around her made all the spirals and twists of life seem a bit easier...
But not this time... she promised herself... if the archenemy, who is in fact the only medicine she wants in life, ever wants to find her he will do it himself.
Wasn't it he who told her once that 'Men are like hunters. They like following their prey'? She always thought this statement to be one of the most idiotic things she ever heard, but if the menfolk and the archenemy did believe in such unbelievably stupid things then let her pretend for a moment that she is not a tigress but a delicate deer that's hopping around the forest fluttering her eyelashes and pouting her lips...
The thought of becoming a deer to be hunted made her shudder with repulsion... Disgusting!
She was neither a deer nor a man-eating tiger. She was a woman who believed in partnership and equality. And since some gnomes were trying to talk to her about whatssup generation she wanted to tell in front of the whole world that she belonged to the generation that had buttons in the mobile phone, loved pink floyd, piano and cello, had watched Kieslowski's films more than hundred times in her life, went hitchhiking to some festivals in her youth and believed that Martin Luther King was right.
She looked around the room. It looked messy today and the walls were full of holes made by the stones that somebody threw at her last night through an open window. One of the walls had a deep visible crack. She went towards that wall and found a small piece of paper tied neatly around the stone 'revenge on some... from your past' it read. She could neither understand its meaning, nor comprehend why was the stone lying there.
Revenge? what revenge??? she was not the person who would want to take revenge on anything or anybody in life. Love and peace. Ahimsa paramo dharma...
Past? What past? There was no past. There was only present. Past was something that she dealt with long time back. She was very much at peace with her past whatever it might have been like.
Some... Some what? Some potato? Some cabbage? Some tomato? Some what? There was nothing.
She looked at the ruins of her house... She really wanted to build this house in a nice way, make it beautiful, make it brim with laughter and happiness, with the sound of his steps... but the walls were falling instead...
She lied on her bed, buried her face into a pillow and began to sob.
