Well it turned out I had nothing better to do on a gloomy Saturday afternoon than to droopingly recline onto the not so well utilized study chair of mine and wait for some inspiration to hit. It was getting darker and breezier and finally one thing led to the other and soon the free spirit of Morpheus was haunting me.
I was dreaming. Dreaming that I was sitting on the ceiling fan and watching me sprawl on the table. It was a totally new experience for me as I never knew that I looked like a giant brown mantis from a ceiling fan top view. Anyways, a few moments had passed and lightening struck, right there, just outside my window, and of course, it woke me up.
All of a sudden I was in the “what the hell just happened” state of mind. Clueless, I looked around, looking at everything in the room and finally opened the window. I couldn’t see anything. Only hear the raindrops falling on everything outside and doing the pitter patters. But why the hell was it that dark outside? Did I sleep for long? I looked at my watch which said 07:19 PM. WHAT? Wait. I don’t remember anything after 02:30 PM, which takes me to assume that I slept around that time. And I woke up at 07:19?? I slept almost for..wait..some five long hours? Impossible, I was babbling, trying to defend myself. What else happened then? Did I “Time Travel”? I mean, it is quite possible I might have got into a time machine at 02:30 PM which I might have invented last night accidentally, trying to repair my electric kettle, and traveled straight to 07:19 PM. But why would I time travel from 29th of June 2011, 02:30 PM to 29th of June 2011, 07:19 PM, when I could have easily gone to 2150 AD to see if Funk was still on. Or I could even have traveled back to cover the Trojan War, if it actually happened. And unfortunately, I did not have an electric kettle either. The prevailing circumstances were compelling me to believe that I did sleep for five long hours when I only remembered myself sitting on the ceiling fan just for a while. Anyways, I finally admitted I had slept for real long and when you realize you slept for long, you start feeling heavy headed and dizzy. I decided to refresh myself with a splash of water on my face like they do in the face wash commercials and I actually left for it too, but could only manage to make it to the door and came back. The head was just too heavy. I again settled on the chair and leaned back, picked up a pen from the table and started fiddling with it till I finally disemboweled it.
It appeared I had nothing else to do and no one else to talk with. I was getting bored. And as I was getting bored and all alone, I decided to make “small talks”, to myself. I had no idea how to start off the conversation. After an awkward 300 seconds of silence, I looked out of the window where the rain had stopped, and I said “appears we had some good rain”. I again looked out and said “yeah, I can hear the waters flowing to the lowlands”. I smiled and I smiled back. PAUSE and again the same awkward silence. Clearly, the “small talk” idea was not working as expected. I was never a good talker.
All of a sudden, a strong breeze came in through the window and blew the curtains all over my face. As I shoved it off my face, it still swayed madly in the air casting shadow on the floor in the ambient white light. As the piece of I don’t know what cloth danced with the wind in this apparently three dimensional part of the universe, its shadow struggled on the two dimensional world, right there, on the floor, without even knowing that it’s just a mere slave of a higher dimensional master. This thought stirred me from within. I instantaneously related it to myself. Am I just a shadow, a projection of a higher dimensional myself onto this three dimensional world? Am I just a slave of a higher dimensional master, without even knowing that all my actions, my so called ‘life’, are all controlled by him? He can see me, stamp over me, make me come and disappear, just like I do, to my two dimensional shadow. I can’t even see him, or even imagine him, just because I am trapped in this three dimensional world?
Suddenly I felt insignificant. I felt sullenly aloof. For me Life had no meanings anymore. Life was no more real. We are mere projections of our masters, our lives and the world we think real being their three dimensional shadows. The mood was growing rather pensive and gloomy till I heard the ‘Ting-Tong’ from the other part of the room which meant I had a text message on my cell phone. I finally rose and took the message. It was from my girlfriend and she said she loved me and missed me a lot. I smiled, and life moved on…
I was dreaming. Dreaming that I was sitting on the ceiling fan and watching me sprawl on the table. It was a totally new experience for me as I never knew that I looked like a giant brown mantis from a ceiling fan top view. Anyways, a few moments had passed and lightening struck, right there, just outside my window, and of course, it woke me up.
All of a sudden I was in the “what the hell just happened” state of mind. Clueless, I looked around, looking at everything in the room and finally opened the window. I couldn’t see anything. Only hear the raindrops falling on everything outside and doing the pitter patters. But why the hell was it that dark outside? Did I sleep for long? I looked at my watch which said 07:19 PM. WHAT? Wait. I don’t remember anything after 02:30 PM, which takes me to assume that I slept around that time. And I woke up at 07:19?? I slept almost for..wait..some five long hours? Impossible, I was babbling, trying to defend myself. What else happened then? Did I “Time Travel”? I mean, it is quite possible I might have got into a time machine at 02:30 PM which I might have invented last night accidentally, trying to repair my electric kettle, and traveled straight to 07:19 PM. But why would I time travel from 29th of June 2011, 02:30 PM to 29th of June 2011, 07:19 PM, when I could have easily gone to 2150 AD to see if Funk was still on. Or I could even have traveled back to cover the Trojan War, if it actually happened. And unfortunately, I did not have an electric kettle either. The prevailing circumstances were compelling me to believe that I did sleep for five long hours when I only remembered myself sitting on the ceiling fan just for a while. Anyways, I finally admitted I had slept for real long and when you realize you slept for long, you start feeling heavy headed and dizzy. I decided to refresh myself with a splash of water on my face like they do in the face wash commercials and I actually left for it too, but could only manage to make it to the door and came back. The head was just too heavy. I again settled on the chair and leaned back, picked up a pen from the table and started fiddling with it till I finally disemboweled it.
It appeared I had nothing else to do and no one else to talk with. I was getting bored. And as I was getting bored and all alone, I decided to make “small talks”, to myself. I had no idea how to start off the conversation. After an awkward 300 seconds of silence, I looked out of the window where the rain had stopped, and I said “appears we had some good rain”. I again looked out and said “yeah, I can hear the waters flowing to the lowlands”. I smiled and I smiled back. PAUSE and again the same awkward silence. Clearly, the “small talk” idea was not working as expected. I was never a good talker.
All of a sudden, a strong breeze came in through the window and blew the curtains all over my face. As I shoved it off my face, it still swayed madly in the air casting shadow on the floor in the ambient white light. As the piece of I don’t know what cloth danced with the wind in this apparently three dimensional part of the universe, its shadow struggled on the two dimensional world, right there, on the floor, without even knowing that it’s just a mere slave of a higher dimensional master. This thought stirred me from within. I instantaneously related it to myself. Am I just a shadow, a projection of a higher dimensional myself onto this three dimensional world? Am I just a slave of a higher dimensional master, without even knowing that all my actions, my so called ‘life’, are all controlled by him? He can see me, stamp over me, make me come and disappear, just like I do, to my two dimensional shadow. I can’t even see him, or even imagine him, just because I am trapped in this three dimensional world?
Suddenly I felt insignificant. I felt sullenly aloof. For me Life had no meanings anymore. Life was no more real. We are mere projections of our masters, our lives and the world we think real being their three dimensional shadows. The mood was growing rather pensive and gloomy till I heard the ‘Ting-Tong’ from the other part of the room which meant I had a text message on my cell phone. I finally rose and took the message. It was from my girlfriend and she said she loved me and missed me a lot. I smiled, and life moved on…