The Weather of Memory

In a room, where only silence prevails, is a man standing on the floor? In good time he looks up at the ceiling and sees a lizard equally staring at him. The same thoughts resonate through the room breaking the silence… The man thinks “a lizard hanging on to the ceiling”. Slowly, as you move up to the lizard’s standpoint you hear it think “a man hanging on to the ceiling”. Moral of the story: Point of view and choices of perspectives are what make even lizards right in this bamboozling world! 

Lethargy.  The last time he suffered this disease was when he was fifteen. Ever since the disease had put up so well with him.  Lying down in his bed alone, a prickly fear crept over his person that he decided to drink some beer. No sooner had the beer flowed down to his liking, he had a strong desire to smoke. He lit himself a smoke and looked at the side of the wall where portraits of his parents and siblings were put on.   His dad seemed to look at him with those stern eyes, as though, he was lashing him hard with those looks.  But, there were days when his dad lashed him even though he didn’t smoke or drink.  He let those thoughts linger on for some time. All the same, he went strong with beer and smokes. By the time, the beer was gone, it was already time for his bed. He slept like a log for a very long time.  No one knows if he got up after that.... ever!

Agent P from the intelligence department flew his car inches apart from the seawater-pump tank, and got into a building, which was, initialed “Cultural Productions” that was also floating in the stratosphere… Agent P, from the intelligence department, was also a superstar in the adult film industry, an occupation he took up as a cover-up to his core profession. In 2052, the only culture that survived of human originality was pornography. It was one-thing human beings valued, and the only thing that survived through the test of time. And adult movies were made in the original and human techniques. Other than that, even human reproduction happened through artificial methods. Human beings languished in an easy life of luxury. And all odd jobs were carried out by humanoids. But there were people like agent P who followed in the unrest of their spirits and sought after improving themselves and the people around them. As agent P got out of his car, he touched his little finger on his ...

There was excitement in the room. Our hero, in his acts of utmost love, was full of expectations: Expectations that spoke of something undone, that something that hints of perpetual waiting. And, at this moment in time, he was expecting a call, or even a short message text that we do prefer to call SMS, from the one he loved. And thus, time passed on, with a glass of whiskey by his study table. Well, if I have forgotten to brief my worthy readers of our hero who was a mild drinker that a few glasses of whiskey would have made him feel he had conquered the world, then I would have not done our hero justice. He sat there, our hero, with his ripened tomato eyes fixated at something he sought to find meaning and semblance to. His reason failed him as it always did. But those were strong gaze but the object didn’t budge a bit. The mobile phone just sat there with no life of its own. He took another sip from the glass of whiskey, his second glass for the evening. No extraordinary thou...

The sky was abuzz and filled with flying automobiles, buildings, and factories. The automobiles in the sky left a trail of water vapor behind them since they were running on seawater. In the year 2052, the concern was not carbon dioxide but water vapor. The little land left on earth after the greenhouse effect was in another great peril. Due to advanced technology, the automobiles started operating on seawater, producing gallons of water vapor, filling the troposphere with clouds. The clouds in turn produced lightning, thunder and rain in plenty that it rendered the surface of the earth inhospitable for human settlement.  The combined team of scientists, philosophers, engineers, and politicians of the world came to an agreement that the future of the earth was in the stratosphere. Accordingly, the earthlings shifted 11 km above the earth's surface and into the atmosphere. The mission to Mars had failed a long time back. The cities existed floating in the sky now, made poss...

My alarm clock beeps at 7 AM on a fine Sunday morning. A touch of expert snooze puts it back to sleep. It comes alive at 7.15 again. Another touch of expert snooze… When it beeps at 7.30, I can’t take it anymore and decide to reset the alarm at 8.30, which I calculate, gives me another good hour for sleep. Silence, only broken by random snores and conceited farts, ensues for the rest of the morning until the blasted alarm clock wakes me up at 8.30 again, and I feel too lazy to snooze or reset it. In bed, I challenge my limited reasons for why we are designed to sleep and then wake up. And wake up, and then sleep. Useless, I feel. I could sleep on forever, I tell myself. Half asleep. Before I get to the tail of the matter, it is already 8.55 AM. I challenge myself a little longer. It’s totally useless; I have to get up, anyway. But I let myself trail a little longer; sleep looks more convincing. Even promising, to me. I grunt under my breath “Only if I hadn’t borrowe...

This is how a boy went crazy in his head. Before long he was done writing the following piece, he had gone bonkers in his head: Impossible! Most men said, ¨I am crazy in my head¨. ¨We ought to ship him off to Spain¨. I say he's seen a housefly's brain. I say the water that we drink is full of bugs! He is mad, we think! ¨They called me dumpkopf, which means a dolt¨. That's how we got the microscope!