Other day somebody, while I was hardly awake, asked me what is your sense of purpose, I waited for a while for my brain to process the question & respond, but suddenly the Dual Core transformed into an Intel 4004 & refused to respond, which of late has started happening very often, hence the situation warranted me to keep sleeping. After making sure that the guy has left, I looked up the meaning of this word on dictionary.com, the second most visited place after google. It says something like the reason for your existence. This very definition bothered me till Saturday evening untill I got to meet Ms Smirnoff, the younger daughter of Diageo.
Then came the Sunday morning & while I was having my bed tea early in the morning at 12:45, a slight hint came from the brain of something ,which normal people call headache & we regular visitors to Ms Smirnoff call hang-over ,forced me to get out of the house & get some pill, once manufactured by Hoffman La Roche, commonly known as Saridon.
As I was passing through the street I heard an old man barking at a dog “you useless shithead! there is no purpose of you having in our home”. I don’t know why but there was something in me that want to slap the man & rescue the dog. That stupid Sigmund Freud call it alter-ego. And then my heart warranted me to participate in the discussion. So I asked the old man in the best possible school going studious boyish tone” Sir why are you scolding at this poor creature”. This one line extracted a monologue,” My son last year June we got this dog from Delhi. Its owner told me that the dog is very obedient, it doest not shit inside the home & as long the dog is around no burglar can break in. He also told me that the dog was born in Mumbai, hence do understand the local culture well & that the dog respects Marathi Manush. He also guaranteed that the dog lately has stopped looking for mates , So there is bleak possibility of having some unwanted guest at odd hours in your home, in some objectionable position. He also told me that the dog has an affinity towards feline mammal, hence does go along well with CAT. My son, having heard all these platitudes about this carnivore order of mammal, I asked the owner that if the dog is so good then why are you selling it at such a throw away price. He told me that this breed of dogs are not in much demand in SUMMERS. Anyway dear now getting back to why I am scolding at this canis lupus, actually yesterday somebody broke in my home & made away with everything that we have. My son I could have understood that if it would have happened in the night, but this Greek god’s curse was sleeping in the afternoon as the burglar broke in around 12.Now tell me my son if somebody is not doing his duty, then what is the purpose of his existence?”.
I should have answered the question raised by the old man, but I again fell short of expectations as I was busy drawing the parallels between the dog & me. Oh it took me 3 minutes to write this line. Such is the nature of ego it can’t stand reality half of the time, the other half it is compared with Poseidon, the Greek god.
I came back home with a saridon & a question, which I decided to find the answer of by the evening. Or if not the answer then some seemingly perceptible & intellectually digestible facade truth. Any way evening came & with it came Ms Smirnoff, & this time with it came uisce beatha, a beverage distilled from fermented grain mash & in social circles regarded as Ms Whiskey. After having sufficient number of pegs [regarded as love-bites in our not so urbane group] & finishing two movies of 50s, I decided to think about the question I was asked last morning. I sat down on the chair, took a pen out & started thinking what is the purpose of my life, what all I want to do in my life.
I wake up next morning at 8:45, Oh! Again have to miss the morning class. So where is the paper, my life, where I have written the answer of the most important question of my life.
“I WANT TO SLEEP” all that was written.
Then came the Sunday morning & while I was having my bed tea early in the morning at 12:45, a slight hint came from the brain of something ,which normal people call headache & we regular visitors to Ms Smirnoff call hang-over ,forced me to get out of the house & get some pill, once manufactured by Hoffman La Roche, commonly known as Saridon.
As I was passing through the street I heard an old man barking at a dog “you useless shithead! there is no purpose of you having in our home”. I don’t know why but there was something in me that want to slap the man & rescue the dog. That stupid Sigmund Freud call it alter-ego. And then my heart warranted me to participate in the discussion. So I asked the old man in the best possible school going studious boyish tone” Sir why are you scolding at this poor creature”. This one line extracted a monologue,” My son last year June we got this dog from Delhi. Its owner told me that the dog is very obedient, it doest not shit inside the home & as long the dog is around no burglar can break in. He also told me that the dog was born in Mumbai, hence do understand the local culture well & that the dog respects Marathi Manush. He also guaranteed that the dog lately has stopped looking for mates , So there is bleak possibility of having some unwanted guest at odd hours in your home, in some objectionable position. He also told me that the dog has an affinity towards feline mammal, hence does go along well with CAT. My son, having heard all these platitudes about this carnivore order of mammal, I asked the owner that if the dog is so good then why are you selling it at such a throw away price. He told me that this breed of dogs are not in much demand in SUMMERS. Anyway dear now getting back to why I am scolding at this canis lupus, actually yesterday somebody broke in my home & made away with everything that we have. My son I could have understood that if it would have happened in the night, but this Greek god’s curse was sleeping in the afternoon as the burglar broke in around 12.Now tell me my son if somebody is not doing his duty, then what is the purpose of his existence?”.
I should have answered the question raised by the old man, but I again fell short of expectations as I was busy drawing the parallels between the dog & me. Oh it took me 3 minutes to write this line. Such is the nature of ego it can’t stand reality half of the time, the other half it is compared with Poseidon, the Greek god.
I came back home with a saridon & a question, which I decided to find the answer of by the evening. Or if not the answer then some seemingly perceptible & intellectually digestible facade truth. Any way evening came & with it came Ms Smirnoff, & this time with it came uisce beatha, a beverage distilled from fermented grain mash & in social circles regarded as Ms Whiskey. After having sufficient number of pegs [regarded as love-bites in our not so urbane group] & finishing two movies of 50s, I decided to think about the question I was asked last morning. I sat down on the chair, took a pen out & started thinking what is the purpose of my life, what all I want to do in my life.
I wake up next morning at 8:45, Oh! Again have to miss the morning class. So where is the paper, my life, where I have written the answer of the most important question of my life.
“I WANT TO SLEEP” all that was written.
