Are You Normal?

What question is this! ...but I have a list please check out..

 

List of things to do, which make people believe that you’re normal:

1. While you eat look at other how they eat and do the same way and call it a decency (No, No never lick your fingers, that is indecency, Ya I know it's your but maintain the decorum)
 

2. While laughing, laugh without noise because people will think you are insane
 

3. Thou you want to smile at somebody, do not do it, they may not smile back
 

4. Thou you need to go talk to somebody whom you like, do not go talk, they might think you’re bad. Never lose you fear.
 

5. People may insult you, you may feel bad about it, you feel like giving them a strong note but do not do it, they may not help you in FUTURE
 

6. You like to dress in your favorite color, but do not do it, people will criticize you
 

7. You want to change your job, but do not do it; the new environment might screw you.
 

8. You want to propose a new idea, do not do it, people may think you’re useless
 

9. In a conversation, you may not know what he/she is talking about, but do not ask that silly question, people will think you’re illiterate
 

10. If you’re in love, Please do not go propose it, he/she will not accept then your parents will not accept then society will not accept
 

11. Finally, Do not live your life, look around what others do and do the same, do not miss out even one single nature of you society

..because you want to be normal… and if you break any of the above rules you are ruled out of the so-called normal living.

Inspired by my favorite author, Paulo Coelho.

The Impact, the dog, my fear

                  It was a black dog, huge, almost the size of a well grown sheep, rigorous, ferocious, crossed me running. He spoke to make me astonish, “I will not spare you”.  How come a dog speak! I stood in wonder, immediately a fear occupied me – I will not spare you – these words are the reason for the fear.  It is taller not than me, stronger not than me possibly, then why this fear occupies me!  When I was thinking and thinking again the reason for the fear, he turned to me and started running towards me ferociously.  I was stunned and shocked, unable to move my legs to run, he came too close to me and jumped aiming my throat, suddenly I heard a weird sound too loud which made me to wake up.  Oh! It was a dream, I was sweating may be because of fear or may be because of the long power cut and my inverter was about to die so that the fan above me was struggling to swirl, which made such noise.  It was 4am then. 

‘Ridiculous’   I thought.  This was possibly the impact of the book ‘The Pilgrimage’ by Paulo Coelho which I loved, where a black huge dog, with which the author had to fight, was portrayed as the messenger of the dead souls (Legion) or simply a demon.  Oh! What a notorious, malicious impact it has made on me. 

Power supply was back, thanks to Electricity board.  I slept again but my heart was pondering.
 

It was by 0745am when I got up again.  I was suppose to catch my train at 0840am so in a hurry burry I started and rushed walking to station.  Since it was late I was pushed to take the road not taken, a short cut path to reach my station.  It is a deserted way surrounded by bushes.   I rushed walking through the path and I stopped suddenly looking at what was before my sight.  I was shocked – I saw Legion – a black huge dog, more ferocious than what I saw in the dream.  He looked straight at my eyes constantly.  Oh! Should I fight with him alike the author of ‘The Pilgrimage’ ?

‘Oh! No, I am neatly dressed and I could not fight’ I thought, as if I will fight with him if I am not dressed neatly.  A huge fear occupied me; I was not able to move.  I want to run but I know that dog will taste my flesh if I run.  I was not able to move forward because I was not able to guess what that dog was thinking.  I do not know how to tell him that I was not his enemy. 

Now it was the time for me to apply what I learnt in the book ‘The Pilgrimage’.  I looked at the dog without fear (as if) and slowly walked towards him.  I sensed that even he has some fear looking at me so he didn’t move.  ‘Use the fear of your enemy’ I remembered.  I walked slowly and I neared him and I could hear grrrrrrr sound of him to make me more fearful but then I cannot run, I was too close to him, tranquilly I crossed him.  He didn’t do anything after crossing him, I wanted to run but then I didn’t had any guess what he will do if I run so I kept my tranquility and walked slowly then increased my walking speed and reached my station in another 60 seconds.  I was sweating, and consoling me ‘all is well’, after few seconds when I thought what all happened I was happy that I overcame my fear. 

‘A good impact of the book’ I thought.

A Miniature Teacher

Dark black leggings and white sleeveless top, with dark big green dots all over the top; dressed a fairy in disguise.  I missed to observe her for a long time in the train compartment on my way home.  I was almost mesmerized by the Paulo Coelho whom I was holding in my hand, ‘The Pilgrimage’ – first book by Paulo Coelho, renowned author of ‘The Alchemist’, I often mention him as ‘Mr. Interesting Freak’.  Paulo is my favorite author because his wave length matched mine.

Okay, back to the scene:

When I was with Paulo (reading), two giants, who were mesmerized by the black-magic they drank, came sat near me. It took few minutes for my nostrils to realize the nausea smell of the black-magic, but that’s ok, that didn’t disturb me much since I was in my own world with Paulo.

In the gap between the page turn, my saccades shifted from the book and I saw this fairy.  Beautiful Alice came to my mind suddenly (Alice of ‘Alice in the wonderland’).  She was in her father’s arms, and he was struggling hard to fight the crowded passengers.  I looked at him for few continuous seconds and when he looked at me, I called him and gave him my seat, just to make that little fairy comfortable.  She should be in her 2 or 2.5 probably.  I stood; started reading again but the cute little fairy pulled my saccades to her beautiful dark, glittering eyes.  I suspended ‘Mr. Interesting-Freak’ and started observing her.

Looking at her I was wondering who taught me the so-called religion.  Who stamped my mind that I belong to the religion called ‘Hindu’ though I do not know what it is all about and why does it persist.  Who taught me to assume that if someone wearing a cross, I should categorize them as a Christian and someone with unshaved long beard or a lady hiding inside a black sheath (oh! One more question! Is black a sacred color?) Is a Muslim or at least who taught them to follow this?

That little fair, does not know all these things, which I know and got spoiled (sacredly).  My miniature fairy, my little teacher, taught me what is life should look like.  She was comfortable on her father’s lap, nothing to worry about, and nobody to care about.  A newspaper in the hands of a passenger sitting by her disturbed her.  Immediately, she dragged it, smashed it.  Oh! Only she could do this, and that is what I wanted to do when the same newspaper came between my eyes and the pages of my book.

She started playing with her father’s fingers, started at anybody she liked (only she could do that) and smiled at whomever she felt like smiling at (which I most of the time do not do, though the person is close to my heart).  Now she attracted everybody’s attention with her screaming, laughing, crying and she became a celebrity there.  Oh! Given a choice; whether I want to be a celebrity or this little fairy,  I would opt for being this fairy.  For no reason everybody likes her, a father to comfort her in all her discomforts, a mother to feed her, sooth her.  And she talks no language, no signs she knows but everybody could understand what she want to convey.  She conveys love in a matter of second (which I was struggling for a long time), she did only what she liked and for her alone (which I believe, none of us does), she love the entire environment because she doesn’t know what is right and what is wrong, she do not know who as to be assumed a good and who as to be a bad (which we always do, for 0/0 reasons).  

 

In fact that’s the life everybody should lead or at least I love to live.  We keep estimating others, assess other which give 0*0 satisfaction.

One of the giant got up from his seat to give me seat (since he needs to get down).  I sat next to her, started talking my language to her, which she hardly understands.  I gave my book; she refused.  I tried to kiss her; she hesitated.  I tried to play with her; she didn’t respect.  After ten long minutes of trials to win her love, I was tired and stopped the trials.  I opened the book and started reading.  Two minutes passed, I felt as if a soft, softer and the world softest flower has fallen on my thigh, O! What a feel it was!  When I shifted my eyes on the place it has fallen, I saw her kutty(little) palm on my thigh and her beautiful fingers scratching my jean.

What a feel!

It was already 10.00pm and she didn’t look like sleepy, her energy level was too high, may be because she does only what she love.  “Mr.  Interesting-Freak, what you have taught me in your very long books, my cute little fairy taught me in minutes” I thought holding the book in hand.   Possibly the books or Mr. Interesting-Freak taught me to grab the lessons from her.

Life is interesting only when it teaches something interesting.  When this little fairy grows she will be feed with her religion, caste, creed, color, differences, ridiculous deduction system, and she will be tied inside a black sheath called burkha.  I pray, let life give her the best of best, the happiness.

Talking about this cute little fairy, I remembered my little-bit-big fairy,  my girl(I was not suppose to say this, because she is not mine till now)

‘Hey! My girl, my love,

You didn’t accept me to be in your life – that’s ok,

But give me a chance to win your love,

As a baby born to you, I want to feel your motherly love

Which you’re missing from me now.. ‘

 

What teachings you have for me!