Abrupt conversations1

Artist: I create and I destroy

Aide: What do you destroy?

Artist: I destroy whatever I create.

Aide: Do you destroy other things too?

Artist: Not intentionally!

Aide: You did not answer my question. Do you destroy other things too?

Artist: Sometimes. In the process of destroying whatever I create.

Aide: How do you feel as soon as you destroy something?

Artist: Like God.

Aide: Do you think God destroys?

Artist: I think God also destroys.

Aide: Then why do you want to destroy? Can’t you wait for God to destroy whatever you create?

Artist: I did not think about it.

Aide: Well now you can think about it.

(He thinks, deep and long)

Artist: But then, I AM GOD.

Aide: You said you feel “like God”. So you aren’t God!

Artist: I am not God?

Aide: No you are not.

Artist: Then who am I?

Aide: You are someone who creates and destroys. You do not have any creations to show to the world, because you would have already destroyed them. This world will never wake up to your greatness; will never make you GOD-only because you destroy every masterpiece that you create.

Artist: But I want to be God.

Aide: You can be God.

Artist: How?

Aide: Create the greatest of things that man can only dream of and then, RETAIN everything. Let the masterpieces roll in the gold dust of mankind and let them be the statues of Buddha that will forever replace Nirvana.

Artist: And then I will be God?

Aide: Yes, you can be GOD.

Artist: Whatever it is that you said, I mean what I have to do in order to become God can you write it down in simpler language?

Aide: How much more simpler?

Artist: Simpler without the Buddha, nirvana and gold dust. I am allergic to gold!

Empowerment of soles

A lot of ‘soul clutter’ around me. Enlightenment of soul. Liberation of soul.  Mating of souls.  And I have only begun.

A completely random thought amidst this soul chaos: I wonder why do guys (I am particularly sure that only guys can do this) forget to wear their socks. That is quite a distracting sight.  Not wearing a sock(s) is ignoring your sole. Your feet, I mean sole helps you in walking ahead, moving forward, catching your bus, collecting your pay cheque, letting your hair down on the dance floor, buying hot samosas in the rain , walking to and fro the coffee machine at work and a host of other activities that define the very essence of life! How can guys ignore to pay attention to the soles?

The socks became an integral part of the greatest of civilizations. There are evidences that the Greeks covered their feet with socks made out of matted animal hair, from as early as the 8th century. The Romans were only happy to follow suit. By the 5th century AD, socks called ‘puttees’ were worn by holy people in Europe to symbolize purity. By 1,000 AD, socks became a symbol of wealth among the nobility. The invention of a Knitting Machine in 1589 revolutionized the process of making a sock. From then on socks could be made six times faster and a host of design elements found their way onto socks.

With a history as rich, your pair of socks, lying to some corner of your room, maybe unwashed, has a lineage of respected ancestors. It lies there ignored, hoping that you would put your socks on someday! That someday it shall see the light of the world. That someday it shall fulfill its responsibility of protecting your soles and giving you warmth.

This is my honest appeal to all you brothers out there who are habituated to ignore your pair of socks. You are gross. Grow up and contribute your share to the empowerment of a sock. (This comes from a person who has countless number of fresh socks waiting to be work. Yes, I am wearing red polka-dotted socks right now)