One late night, I was at the my seniors dorm room. Known as one of the most stingy rooms, with papers, books, wires, gadgets, shoes and toothpaste resting on floor. While, he was on one side of the cot, resting by his guitar. I was on the chair and in front of me, some how squeezed amongst the papers, pens, books, table lamp, speakers rested his laptop. The room was dimly lit and I was there listening to Pink Floyd blaring from the tape. So I clicked Ctrl-Alt-Delete and the screen prompted me the password. The slight beep, slightly awakened him and casually brought him to realization of another living presence in the room, apart from the cock roaches and lizards.
Me: “ What s the password? “.
He smiled and said, “ I’ll give you three clues. Take a guess.”
For a while I thought, rascals so freaky even in his sleep.
Him: “ It’s the first name of Indian Actress.”
( Pause )
Him: “ The world runs on it. “
( Pause )
Me: “ Hope ? “
He smiled.
I guess I was brilliant then. One of those moments when my self-esteem rocketed sky-high. And I must say, the trivia, that dimly lit night and the answer, has remained with me for a long time now, literally, like a haunting Blues Nightmare. The answer was right, but deep down still sounded incomplete.
So me and a close friend, one day harped on another concept while on our frivolous chatting sessions on net.
Me: “ Tell me what runs the world. “
( typing a reply )
Him: “ Hunger”
Me; “ Precisely”
Then again there was one destined evening, I was walking with a beautiful chick ( who I knew was going around with my friend). So there was cool breeze blowing and it was a wee bit romantic atmosphere and we were taking a brisk stroll.
As usual, I went ashtray with winds and started with my series of serious inquisitiviness for stupid questions and I went ahead asked her, as a matter of fact, “ Tell me, just like that, what do you think runs the world.”
She: Love.
Me: Don’t you think it’s a bit shallow. I thought it was hope and hunger.
She: Is it shallow?. I thought a lot got written and sung all to dig deeper into it. And in a broader sense there are many kinds of it and in some ways, I think Love constitutes both- hope and hunger.
Me: Yeah. May be. ( reflecting now, I think, women have this talent, of shaking up your confidence and an sweeping self confidence to silence any argument.)
Or, May be, sometimes I think, I could have missed out the story that could lie behind her eyes and her experience.
Then the other day, I was this little kid. We were sitting in a garden. She fiddling with some book and me watching over her shoulder. During our conversation, I asked her
Me: “ Okay, kiddo. Tell me what runs the world?”
She, looked at me puzzlingly, then contemplatively into her thoughts and I wondered about curiosity taking shape.
She: “ I don’t know. You tell.”
Me: “ Common. Take a guess “ ( half expecting reply of some silly science)
She: God, may be.
( Sighs. Kid?!. Silence).
So I glanced on the road side. There was this, old man, in soiled Dhoti and Kurta and by his side his wife, wrinkled and wearied. Both sat on the mat laid on the ground, squatted next to mud flower pots, statutes and other artifacts lined for sale. As the old man sat there relishing his bidi, I wondered the things that would be on his mind. May be he was not relishing his smoke, may be he was just smoking away his own worries of a daily wage, children’s future, away into the air. By him stood a carved beautiful statue of goddess. I must say he would have made efforts to make those elegant curves. Some would see hope, some an idol. For him it was something to fetch his living. I thought ah! Perceptions like statues of clay. May be god dwelled in faith itself and that’s why perhaps he asks faith out of us. So go not to house of lord, go to the house of faith, and you shall find God.
Alas, it kept coming back. As I said, the question remained like a blues nightmare, crawling into daily chores, every now and then. And one, day I was talking to this close colleague of mine. He’s sort of sporty, go-getter guy, straight out of his masters in business administration. Although I can say, a friendly guy to get along with.
During a casual chat, I asked him, “ Dude, what do you thing runs this world?”
He glanced up from the worksheet and starred at me and like empathizing with me, smilingly said,
“ Passion, Goal and for us most importantly- Targets.” ( Broad Smile)
( Silence)
Him: What?
Me ( with my smile): No. I was expecting you’d say, Petrol.
( Silence. Laughter)
Him: And in an election year, the words Power, bro. If you know, what it means.
( Long Silence)
Him laughingly: Am I missing something here?
Me: No, I was just thinking what happened to those three- Beauty, Dream and Desire!.
( Silence )
Him: Well I guess, they went out to find, ooh la la, Miss. Happiness, who used to sit beside, but I now hear, they rest in acquaintance with Mr. Sad.
And he winked at me. ( Laughter).
Brilliant I thought.
But I can tell you, the most close I came to finding the answer was with this guy I know. One, who’d be practically having zero emotional quotient and a superb IQ.
So on net, I quipped with him: “ Tell me man, what runs the world?”
Him: “What man!! . That’s an easy question man.”
Him: TESTOSTERONE
( Mad laughter on both sides )
And I thought, very close. Almost right.
Me: “ But wouldn’t that be under the subset of Love, Lust and Hunger”.
Him: “ Don’t disappoint me man. Every thing boils down to procreation. Its how civilizations survive. “
Me: Yeah. Very true. I had forgot about you. You dog!.
Him: That I am!.
For long I thought, may be that was right. Procreation. Essentially giving life to run the world. But not all sperms survive. Not all species make it. We are just superior to a few. Scientifically speaking. And some say, sex is over-rated.
And then the other evening I stood with this another guy chewing bubble gum and smoking cigrattes, standing at the bus stop. I told him this long trail for a silly answer.
Me; “ Yaar, what do you think ? “
Him: “ What ?”
Me: “ I mean you, know, What runs the world ? “
( Intense stare with a smile)
Him: “ Dude you are asking the wrong question!. Essentially, what do you do when the worlds running? “
Me: “ What ? “
Him: “ Run. We got to board this bus. “
( Laughter )
Him: I was thinking, you know.
Me: What?
Him:You don’t have to be worried. Even that bastard, Mr. Sad, managed, something best out of this world in those three.
Him: Beauty, Dream and Desire!
(Silence. Laughter)
Me: May be. And now the question is where the hells Miss Happiness?
( Laughter)
Him: At home, with Innocence and Ignorance, while Mr. Money is out on the streets sweating out.
(Silence)
Me: And what happened to Peace?
Him: Ah-ha, well, well…well… she’s sleeping with her Knowledge.
Me irritably: “ You’ve any idea what my question was ? “
Him: “ Look man essentially what you tell me, a lot of is a Fact. And as for the world, as the Gita says, its all an illusion.”
Me: “ Oh yeah, Fiction! “
Him: “ Yeah, a few Facts and Fictions”
( Silence )
And he gave his characteristic so true, Mad Laughter, for our mutually understood utter stupidities.
So, we both looked outside the bus window. For I guess completely a minute.
He turned, half looking at me and half looking outside the window, down at the people on the streets: “ And in case now, you’d be wondering what’s that distinguishes between fact and fiction, let me help you-Welcome to Reality”.
( Silence)
Him ( Chewing gum, chewing, chewing): Look man. Ah-hm. Life is simply like the good beautiful fiction, the bad part is we got to live with reality and we got to live with some ugly facts.
(Silence)
(Laughter. Mad Laughter.)
( A bizarre trail. Hm. May be tale )
Whispers: Life ?
Distant Whispers: “ Wake up. Tea.”
(Wife with a cup and saucer )
Me: “ What s the password? “.
He smiled and said, “ I’ll give you three clues. Take a guess.”
For a while I thought, rascals so freaky even in his sleep.
Him: “ It’s the first name of Indian Actress.”
( Pause )
Him: “ The world runs on it. “
( Pause )
Me: “ Hope ? “
He smiled.
I guess I was brilliant then. One of those moments when my self-esteem rocketed sky-high. And I must say, the trivia, that dimly lit night and the answer, has remained with me for a long time now, literally, like a haunting Blues Nightmare. The answer was right, but deep down still sounded incomplete.
So me and a close friend, one day harped on another concept while on our frivolous chatting sessions on net.
Me: “ Tell me what runs the world. “
( typing a reply )
Him: “ Hunger”
Me; “ Precisely”
Then again there was one destined evening, I was walking with a beautiful chick ( who I knew was going around with my friend). So there was cool breeze blowing and it was a wee bit romantic atmosphere and we were taking a brisk stroll.
As usual, I went ashtray with winds and started with my series of serious inquisitiviness for stupid questions and I went ahead asked her, as a matter of fact, “ Tell me, just like that, what do you think runs the world.”
She: Love.
Me: Don’t you think it’s a bit shallow. I thought it was hope and hunger.
She: Is it shallow?. I thought a lot got written and sung all to dig deeper into it. And in a broader sense there are many kinds of it and in some ways, I think Love constitutes both- hope and hunger.
Me: Yeah. May be. ( reflecting now, I think, women have this talent, of shaking up your confidence and an sweeping self confidence to silence any argument.)
Or, May be, sometimes I think, I could have missed out the story that could lie behind her eyes and her experience.
Then the other day, I was this little kid. We were sitting in a garden. She fiddling with some book and me watching over her shoulder. During our conversation, I asked her
Me: “ Okay, kiddo. Tell me what runs the world?”
She, looked at me puzzlingly, then contemplatively into her thoughts and I wondered about curiosity taking shape.
She: “ I don’t know. You tell.”
Me: “ Common. Take a guess “ ( half expecting reply of some silly science)
She: God, may be.
( Sighs. Kid?!. Silence).
So I glanced on the road side. There was this, old man, in soiled Dhoti and Kurta and by his side his wife, wrinkled and wearied. Both sat on the mat laid on the ground, squatted next to mud flower pots, statutes and other artifacts lined for sale. As the old man sat there relishing his bidi, I wondered the things that would be on his mind. May be he was not relishing his smoke, may be he was just smoking away his own worries of a daily wage, children’s future, away into the air. By him stood a carved beautiful statue of goddess. I must say he would have made efforts to make those elegant curves. Some would see hope, some an idol. For him it was something to fetch his living. I thought ah! Perceptions like statues of clay. May be god dwelled in faith itself and that’s why perhaps he asks faith out of us. So go not to house of lord, go to the house of faith, and you shall find God.
Alas, it kept coming back. As I said, the question remained like a blues nightmare, crawling into daily chores, every now and then. And one, day I was talking to this close colleague of mine. He’s sort of sporty, go-getter guy, straight out of his masters in business administration. Although I can say, a friendly guy to get along with.
During a casual chat, I asked him, “ Dude, what do you thing runs this world?”
He glanced up from the worksheet and starred at me and like empathizing with me, smilingly said,
“ Passion, Goal and for us most importantly- Targets.” ( Broad Smile)
( Silence)
Him: What?
Me ( with my smile): No. I was expecting you’d say, Petrol.
( Silence. Laughter)
Him: And in an election year, the words Power, bro. If you know, what it means.
( Long Silence)
Him laughingly: Am I missing something here?
Me: No, I was just thinking what happened to those three- Beauty, Dream and Desire!.
( Silence )
Him: Well I guess, they went out to find, ooh la la, Miss. Happiness, who used to sit beside, but I now hear, they rest in acquaintance with Mr. Sad.
And he winked at me. ( Laughter).
Brilliant I thought.
But I can tell you, the most close I came to finding the answer was with this guy I know. One, who’d be practically having zero emotional quotient and a superb IQ.
So on net, I quipped with him: “ Tell me man, what runs the world?”
Him: “What man!! . That’s an easy question man.”
Him: TESTOSTERONE
( Mad laughter on both sides )
And I thought, very close. Almost right.
Me: “ But wouldn’t that be under the subset of Love, Lust and Hunger”.
Him: “ Don’t disappoint me man. Every thing boils down to procreation. Its how civilizations survive. “
Me: Yeah. Very true. I had forgot about you. You dog!.
Him: That I am!.
For long I thought, may be that was right. Procreation. Essentially giving life to run the world. But not all sperms survive. Not all species make it. We are just superior to a few. Scientifically speaking. And some say, sex is over-rated.
And then the other evening I stood with this another guy chewing bubble gum and smoking cigrattes, standing at the bus stop. I told him this long trail for a silly answer.
Me; “ Yaar, what do you think ? “
Him: “ What ?”
Me: “ I mean you, know, What runs the world ? “
( Intense stare with a smile)
Him: “ Dude you are asking the wrong question!. Essentially, what do you do when the worlds running? “
Me: “ What ? “
Him: “ Run. We got to board this bus. “
( Laughter )
Him: I was thinking, you know.
Me: What?
Him:You don’t have to be worried. Even that bastard, Mr. Sad, managed, something best out of this world in those three.
Him: Beauty, Dream and Desire!
(Silence. Laughter)
Me: May be. And now the question is where the hells Miss Happiness?
( Laughter)
Him: At home, with Innocence and Ignorance, while Mr. Money is out on the streets sweating out.
(Silence)
Me: And what happened to Peace?
Him: Ah-ha, well, well…well… she’s sleeping with her Knowledge.
Me irritably: “ You’ve any idea what my question was ? “
Him: “ Look man essentially what you tell me, a lot of is a Fact. And as for the world, as the Gita says, its all an illusion.”
Me: “ Oh yeah, Fiction! “
Him: “ Yeah, a few Facts and Fictions”
( Silence )
And he gave his characteristic so true, Mad Laughter, for our mutually understood utter stupidities.
So, we both looked outside the bus window. For I guess completely a minute.
He turned, half looking at me and half looking outside the window, down at the people on the streets: “ And in case now, you’d be wondering what’s that distinguishes between fact and fiction, let me help you-Welcome to Reality”.
( Silence)
Him ( Chewing gum, chewing, chewing): Look man. Ah-hm. Life is simply like the good beautiful fiction, the bad part is we got to live with reality and we got to live with some ugly facts.
(Silence)
(Laughter. Mad Laughter.)
( A bizarre trail. Hm. May be tale )
Whispers: Life ?
Distant Whispers: “ Wake up. Tea.”
(Wife with a cup and saucer )
4 comments:
ummmm .......the world runs on ......?? i guess on the 5 most essential basic elements of life ...rest all follows from it :)
cheers :)
But then I was thinking of the 117 elements in the periodic table. And of course they are "Known" elements.
Just like there are 5 essential senses " Known" and there is this "sixth sense" we keep hearing about...
:)
goshhh mann the world has moved so fastt......last time wen i was a kid and read abt periodic table there were only around 105 odd elements...that too if i remember correctly ...
and now there are fckn 117 of those ......science indeed is a mysterious thing .....
smtimes i wish i cud go back to science
and sixth sense was d only movie worth watchin frm shyamalan :)
so keep on rockin in a free world :)
that's what DOPE does to you...you paaaaatheadsss!!!
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