HB JNP

The landscape was barren.. Nascent.. Fresh.. She came in.. What a canvas she thought.. MY CANVAS.. I can play tic-tac toe on this. I can draw lines. Crisscross, Concurrent, Intersecting, Dividing. Her Landscape of geometry. She started Carving out exquisite patterns. Working her way round the eminence, the mounds, the flats. More careful than callous; for her patterns were intricate, her designs deep. She looked down at her piece of work- magnificent.

And hence was born- a slave to destiny's design……….a vassal to the fief lady 'destiny'………..beset by his exquisite fate lines......

Destined to a checkered life……….Its been 25 years. 25 long years….

H B JNP

RATification

You start off as a novice. Lean, scrawny, gullible. (alright, lets take in the chubby ones too) All this while you have been walking down on well treaded paths, sometimes running because someone told you that there is a treasure at the end of the rainbow . Your journey has many companions. Their fur brushes against you as you trot along. You mock them; the smelly furry lot with long tails. That’s until you notice your reflection in the mirror of damnation and realize- you yourself are a long-tailed rodent of the superfamily Muroidea- a RAT. The mirrors are all along the path.. They have always been there.. you just fail to notice yourself…. You choose this damnation…. Or perhaps are coaxed onto this path.

The ramifications of this RATification is something you realize only gradually.. Sometimes a little too late..

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Sobriety is lost… Propriety made an exit....

I feel ethereal…. I float.. I fly.. Detached from reality.. Time freezes.. This is my time capsule..

No one clips my wings..Freedom is mine for once..

For once there is light at the BEGINNING of the tunnel. Studded with diamonds. Studded with stars.

Twinkle!!

Twinkle!!

Cursory Rhyme.

As Elusive as Ever. Purrrr purrrr....

The hunter chased 'the animal' through 4 cities. Almost trapped it in Chennai… At least maimed it.. He didn’t win the bounty but gained appreciation from fellow hunters..
The hunter displayed laxity in Hyderabad and this time the animal slipped through again.
In Bangalore the hunter was well prepared, perhaps a few chinks in his armor but still ready for the kill. He couldn’t hunt it down even this time. He almost had "the animal" by the whiskers but made a 'calculative' mistake and ended up gravely injured. He decided to give this hunt one last shot.
His chase brought him to Delhi. He staggered, he struggled, gave up a lot of things but alas… the felinity of 'the animal' was too much to tame, its cunningness too much to comprehend and its ferociousness too difficult to match. 'The animal' looked back at the wounded hunter and gave him a sly smile. The dejected hunter realized, he had to change his game...Wounded and beaten he set out in search of a new hunt but deep down he knew that no prize would be as big, no honor as much a leveler and he knew that he could ride a horse into the hunting ground but couldn’t ride his luck…….