when you will have klids

Train travels fascinate me as much as time travels, even after discounting the possibility of girls in my compartment. Last time, however, I had a beautiful girl for company.
It was a sweet, little 5 year old chatterbox from Manchester coming with her parents to spend the Easter holidays here in India. And though it was well past midnight and everyone was soundly sleeping, the girl was wide awake and talking nonstop for it was still only evening in U.K.
I observed from my berth how her father attended her. He listened and listened and, God, listened for hours to all the stories and questions and comments she was making. The guy had landed in New Delhi only that morning after changing 3 flights, hadn't slept all day and now he was torchered to this. I had to comment, "I was watching you... you know, keenly listening to her for so long. It must be tough being a father."
He said understanding what I was referring to, "Yes but it is exciting as well. I can easily scold her and make her sleep but listening to her is such a joy."
I nodded as if I got it but it was a little hard to follow. The guy was hardly 30. Why then was he seeing this differenly than me? I would have scared the baby to sleep...if not woken her mother up. How did he find so much patience and energy? What was so motivating? Kids are good, they are lovely and seriously, hearing that girl's gibbberish in British accent was pleasurable....but for how long!
I decided to listen attentively to all that she was saying; it might be fun. And if he could do that so could I. Of course, I have always been bad at listening and good at day dreaming and so after every minute or so I would drift off to some distant thought then catch myself and try again. But there was him, still talking to her, teaching her, playing with her, answering her- all this with an occasional smile on his face.
I guess being a father is more than being just a guy with a kid to raise. A child transforms you. I remembered how I always laugh when my parents use the most cliched comment as a resort to my arguments- You will understand when you will have kids. Well, may be they are right. There are things that can be understood only through experience. Next time I won't laugh when they say it. Next time I'll nod...as if I got it.

ear fellow Earthians

I have grown sick and tired of you. I will be leaving this planet soon for a one far off. Please do not mourn my demise. The body is but an illusion and death a journey through the interstellar space, the fastest means to do so.

Obviously you are going to miss me. Without my able guidance and love you are going to feel orphaned, and you have every right to feel so, but you leave me with little choice.

I came here and stooped down to your level so that we may rise together and reach new heights but you showed little progress in all this time.

I had asked you to observe and wonder but you were too busy with nit picking those days. Then I tried to evolve you by making you believers but you turned into religious fanatic always on the look for females from other faiths. I asked you to start thinking for yourselves, and you started to think only about yourselves. When I helped you realise your creative potential, you endlessly created the two things that now are root of all of your concerns- bombs and babies. And now that I ask you to watch your thoughts and quieten your mind, you show me the finger. I mean, seriously, fuck you guys.

Despite your poor response I know it’s not right to leave you folks in the middle, after all I am breaching the contract I signed with the Universe but then I have just been granted the tourist permit and it’s every saint’s dream to spend a few life times in Utopo.

Utopo, the fourth planet of an unnamed double star, is resided by the most evolved sentient beings in all of the blue-planets so far discovered.

The Utopons never fight or complain, even the babies don’t whine, not even for breast milk. They have no governments, armies or religions, and have very few laws as most beings are conscious enough to oversee themselves. They are fond of sports and sex, but they do it only for fun. They are creative beings too, and they create with a foresight; they created birth control pills much before they invented wooden wheels.

But the best thing about Utopo is that it is a special zone; it does not really come under the jurisdiction of the Universe or the God. The rules and conditions are minimum and you are not assigned any purpose when you are born there nor are you supposed to create one for yourself.

I yearn for some freedom now after the tireless thankless job I did on you for ages. But I am not leaving you on the mercy of Fate; he is coming with me to Utopo. I am leaving you guys at your own mercy.

You have the power and the responsibility to choose your destiny from here. You have been guided enough and goaded enough, and now if you find yourself incapable of facing the challenges, and knowing you closely I am sure you will, pray to God. May be, some one will come soon to fill in for me.

Your Guardian Angel

Why????

A mould,

with its latency,

and all its potential to become,

is but a mould.

---------x---

The old is dead

and a new has just kicked off

-an exciting phase of anticipation.

---------x---

The core,

inside the viscous fluid,

despite its ability to shape it

chooses silent onlooking.

It knows,

the will be had been choosen.