With my previous post, Heaven or Hell #2 – Multiple Heavens, I tried asking if there are multiple heavens. I’ve been searching, I’ve been to temples, I’ve been to church gatherings, graveyards, meetings, collaborations, posted a letter, wrote a few and incarnated them with the dead hoping they will reach heaven or hell along with them, believed in Santa and had set up a Christmas tree and placed a gift for him, hoping he would come and take my letter, all to no fruit.
I posted the link to my question on a few social media websites, hoping some saint would turn up and answer. Though I had few views from international lands, (probably even alien colonies, if my pal Mark has allowed them access to Facebook which I think he would happily), but all I got was a few likes and a comment. I read the comment in seconds after it got a love react.
I don’t think it is the answer to what I was searching, it could be coded, I don’t know.
I hoped since we have so much reach, and we are so linked to the people with bits and bytes, people of heaven will be using social media too. They have to be connected to each other in the big heaven.
So, it was my next mission to find out, people living in heaven. I searched and searched and searched. Finally, when I found an algorithm I found matches. People were “From Heaven” and were on Facebook. But at the same time, they worked at earthly corporations and had “Monday Blues”. It wasn’t supposed to end that way. I checked their images, none on heaven. All were taken and marked on places on earth. Even the recent ones.
NO. It was a lie all along.
I searched a little more and finally, I came across this.
A group of people from heaven. There aren’t many people here which is not surprising. I knew the heaven just like MIT, Standford and IITs had a high standard of qualification. Yes, this was it. I posted my question there and I haven’t heard from there yet. We are trying and will get to the core of it.
If there aren’t multiple heavens and if you cannot switch between them, if all you got to do is listen to the harp playing all day long then good deeds aren’t worth it. Also, if they are on Facebook, is there internet in Heaven? Or is it down and that’s why they haven’t replied yet?
As we wait for a reply, stay tuned. Follow to keep updated.
P.S. Santa did not come, it is a lie.
P.P.S. I tried joining the group, couldn’t I guess I’m not going to heaven after all. Hell and Zombie Apocalypses, here I come!
I’ve been away for a while, well, quite a while. Away from everything, social media, web, my blog; people. I’ve been away, at home, sitting in this chair, staring at this white screen, enjoying my isolation, my solitude.
I’ve been away thinking. Thinking about all the things I never saw, thinking of the things I’ll never see. Thinking that I’ve been lucky to be here, thinking if I’ve been unlucky to be here. Thinking if all of this was meant to be the way it is, thinking if this is what I created up from the scratch.
I’ve been away wandering the woods, not the materialistic woods, the ones that we create around ourselves to hide from the unknown outside them, and get lost in the unknown within them. I’ve been wandering on foot, on wheels, and on wings, in virtual military bases, cities, beaches and seas.
I’ve been away rebuilding, myself, again from pieces. Trying to regain what I lost, weight, muscle, and broken bones? The heart, the memories, the people, the comrades that I’ve lost. It is like they are still here, I feel them, I see them, but the bridges across are broken.
It is hard to understand and put it apart from real, it is hard to believe that it is true. Ever since I’ve been away, I have heard people talking, about me, about my decisions and my choices. I’ve heard people appreciate at a distance, I’ve heard people disapprove at my face. I’ve heard people wanting to hear from me, I’ve heard people being glad that I’m gone.
I’ve been away choosing, to start all over. I’ve been away choosing to take this further. It’s now, or never. It was pushing to the limit or falling back and reclining on this unbalanced chair. Fear of running to fast into the oblivion or toppling off head first. It’s death, either way, then why shouldn’t I give it a shot? It’s now.
“You don’t get another chance, life is no Nintendo game.”
– Eminem (Love the Way You Lie, 2010)
The whole week from Tuesday to Friday
And then “the Monday”.
On this deary Monday, the only thing I could think of is the weekend all over again. It’s not that bad and the weekend wasn’t great either, it’s just, um, Monday.
Waking up with a headache,
And eyes red a rum,
I guess they are not that bad,
It’s just the RUM!
I had a bit too much last night,
I shouldn’t have been careless,
Should sleep on time and well,
I should err-less.
Rush the street, get a cab,
There are deadlines to be met
“Floor the paddle, cabbie” I shout
“Drive Carefully or regret!”
He replied and drove so slow,
I saw a snail pass by,
It overtook and looked at me,
It said, “Hey loser, goodbye”
I paid the fare and rushed the stairs,
Elevators are a pain,
I saw my boss and 5 late-comers,
All effort in vain.
It’s 52nd Monday of this year,
Well, I guess that’s all of them,
Heart rate up, blood pressure low,
I saw him throw fireball at them.
Sneak past him, that’s what I’ll do,
He’ll never know I’m late,
Elevator opened, another entered,
That’s my exit, and he my bait.
Caught again, for the 52nd time,
He saw me walk by him,
I knew the punishment,
I’ve been talked by him.
Increased workload, reduced time,
That’s brutal, I know,
“It’s snow”. I excused,
“It’s California, you know?”
Yes, what was I thinking,
It never snows here,
I knew it before I left,
My death’s show’s here.
I walked to the cabin,
and slumped on the chair,
I should have overslept,
I could have save the fare?
It’s a routine, it isn’t bad,
I’ll be on time next time, I dare.
I won’t be, I know. Well, “Deary Monday”,
Do you even care?
Just when Opportunity was about to get the contract signed from Will, Work, Hope and Try, Cost jumped in front of them and stated his demands. The first one said, that they’ll make them the best town in the entire world if they could cut down their communication for the next 6 months as Opportunity and Cost needed it.
This would mean no internet, no games, no memes, no texts, no talking to someone and nothing of the sorts we have today. There won’t be any television and anything that is connected to the town wired or wirelessly.
Our heroes looked at each other with strange gazes. They were trying to improve their town or decrease its quality and shoo the people in it away. They asked their doubts to which Opportunity replied, people are not important. Once the town grows they will come back to you again, right now we need the standard of town to improve.
They looked at each other again, shocked, but however, agreed to sign the contract. Right before they were going to, Cost jumped in again and said his second demand. There will be no means of entertainment in the town, not even books that don’t have relatable knowledge.
What does he even mean?
A chemical student will never read about the cosmos or the depths of mathematics, let alone the thought of reading a storybook. Will, Work, Hope and Try looked at each other again. Opportunity said this will make everyone more focused on their work. It seemed fair but to strict.
Right when they agreed, Cost jumped in again. “No one will spend a penny until we are where we want to be. We will invest in the town only and all the money will go to the town’s treasury. There will be cut down on wages to limit the resource expended and there will be no import to the town.”
“Every cup of coffee will be brewed in the town itself and no one will have their taps running or lights on when they don’t need it. All this is to save the expense of the resources.” Opportunity explained.
The demands were very strange and weird. None of our heroes thought that they will ask for anything except money. On one side, there was cutting down contact with all the other towns and staying away from social media and not having meet and greet with other towns, on the other hand, was the determination to be the best town and win the next competition.
Will, Work, Hope and Try finally gave in to all the demands and signed the contract. It read if there are any more demands by the Cost, during the working process they will have to agree to it too, they agreed anyway.
They made their town understand all the terms and why do they need to agree with them. The town understood too, but how long will it be, before they give into temptation and lose Opportunity. Or will they ever make across the difficult phase?
To be continued.
I don’t know what got into me, I just don’t want to write today, or for that matter do anything.I just want to sit in my room and laze around. It feels, um, different? And then I want to write and I want to get out and hit the gym and then read a book or something. But no, I don’t want to read either.
But then, I’m still here, writing another blog, why? I don’t want to then why I am doing this. This is going to be a bad post if I even write it out, but I still am.
Does it happen to you too? Don’t feel like doing anything, you are just too stressed out, but when you think about it, you haven’t done anything, to feel stressed. It sucks.
Most of the times in our lives, we are just this. You just know you don’t want a person, that person is toxic for you, but when they call up, you run downstairs and with all your might, you run to where they are going to meet you. You know you don’t want to do it, but you still do it.
Then you talk to them for an hour and then their “guy” calls up and they take your leave. Just when you thought things are getting better this happens. Then you try calling them and texting them, but guess what? You’re blocked, again. It hurts you to the core. Breaks you down. All the strength you had gathered over the years to keep yourself together, lost in a moment.
You want an escape, you want to run away, and tell everyone that this is not your fault, but there’s no one to blame. There isn’t going to be anyone because there is none, not even you.
Somethings are just meant to happen, don’t resist, just flow.
Each year we promise ourselves to be something we have never been before. We promise ourselves to do something we have wanted to do from a very long time! We have new hope, new beliefs and new goals for the year, but well think about it. Isn’t the year too long to do a minor task? Or aren’t you going to be lazy after the first few days of the year, I don’t know. I’ve never promised myself something at the beginning of the new year.
It feels stupid thing to have hopes from the year, while you are going to be the same lazy person you were the last year, and have been from the past, probably, decade. Having hope from dates? Isn’t that something only a kid would have when he looks up his birthday?
well, I’m not saying making promises is a bad thing, I’m saying not fulfilling them is a bad thing and making promises on the circumstances is what someone must never do.
Why do we wait for all the 12 months, to make ourselves a promise that we will improve? Why do we think that we should ever have a promise for the next year? can’t we do that every month? Can’t we do that every week and every day? maybe work on ourselves every day? Make a promise that you’ll go jogging today and do it than saying that you’ll join the gym and make yourself fit this year?
Every date is a new day, a new date, and every minute is a new you if you work.
It isn’t new year new me, it’s new year new memes, and new day new me if you want to turn everything around.