Stream of Consciousness

I have no idea how I got here. Which place is this? Oh man, it is so gloomy. And what time is this? Some creepy hour at night? Or is it still day? The place can’t be this dark during day. Damn it ….. how can I be so absent minded?

Someone is pulling my hand. God ….. I am lying on this deserted road at this hour of the night. What am I doing? What’s happening? May be he is trying to get me up. Who is this fellow? My flat mate? No!!!!!!!!! Then? But this excruciating pain, aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh ....... He is hitting on my shoulders. He or she ??? My vision is so blurred. My shoulder is getting smashed into tiny pieces. It feels like thousands of needles being put through my flesh.

I am screaming, loud enough for the entire world to wake up. Then why is that no one is hearing my cry for help, not even my assaulter? My voice got vanished somewhere. But it is coming out of my lips. Then where is it going? What is happening? Someone give me a drop of water, at least.

I can't think staright. I desperately need my mobile. Thank God that the guy is all occupied. And now he is his shifting his attention to the other shoulder. The pain is mounting. Am I balancing somewhere between existence and oblivion? Or am I already ….?

Ohhhhh Nooooooooo. The mobile is dead too. It isn't turning on. Now ???????

The guy ..... I am still not sure if that is a man or woman ....... started smashing my legs. Ohhhh stoppp. Plllllllllsssssssssssss

I miss Sigmund Freud. But then, would he have called me a psycho??!!!!!!!!!

paradise is ...

When the Day of Judgment dawns and the great conquerors and lawyers and statesmen come to receive their rewards --
their crowns, their laurels, their names carved indelibly upon imperishable marble –
the Almighty will turn to Peter and will say,
not without a certain envy when he sees us coming with our books under our arms,
"Look, these need no reward. We have nothing to give them here. They have loved reading."

~ Virginia Woolf ~

If there is a paradise, that has to be a big library, with all the books of this world. Those who enter it will be eternally hungry, for nothing but to read more and more. And I wish, I be a life time member there and sit there and read and read and read, leaving this mad world outside. Sigh..........

There is no place on earth that keeps me happier and at peace than a book store and the first loyalty card I owned was that of CrossWord. And I piously spend a portion of my earnings there that one day I aspire to be their most privileged customer.

There was a time I used to buy ten books at a time from the roadside vendor. Off late, I have decided to buy only from good bookstore. 'cos a truck load of them may be the only saving I would be leaving behind when I leave. So I have to buy good quality ones, internally and externally.

It is a habit originated from home, which I consider is the greatest gift I have been given.

There are people who don't share my passion, those who wonder "why?" and those who think I am pompous to talk about books. But the fact is that I am addicted to them, all the time.

I wish the Hindu philosophy of births and rebirths are true; one life is not enough even to go through the best of books. Even if I die, may Virginia Woolf be true about me, and I be given a place in heaven (or hell) where I am left alone with countless of books.

She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain.
~ Louisa May Alcott ~