Saw a really weird dream....have tried to describe as best as possible.
Trying to figure out how to remove the mist.
Has loomed up suddenly grey,thick and fast.
Covering up from all the sides. The vision's getting blurry now.
Slowly fading away into the greyness of the memories. It's cold.
Shivering. Wave my arms wildly and take some steps forward.
Intuition prompts a rope hanging from nowhere.
Franctically try to get hold of it.
Stumble over a rock.
Start crawling because that makes more sense.
Tired and sleepy but continue.
Someone feels up.Another screams.
Try to find them.The cold silence descends again.
Finally got hold of the rope.Slimy n slippery.
Hands are slipping away but still continue to hold on.
Suddenly it hurts.Searingly painful.Let go.Realize too late.
Mist disappears.
Falling off a cliff
Into the dark abyss.Fall fast.Too fast.Bright colours.Too bright.Try to shield my eyes from the blur.black..pink..ochre..violet..chrome..orange..finally ........................green
feels very light now.continue to fall
And land with a thud on the dusty mirror. Shatters to pieces.All that remains is the fragmented pieces of memories all over the floor.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
idle muse
Finally i managed to persuade my warden dat i was indeed very ill and needed to escape from the sicko place.Relieved and ecstatic off i went to meet my cousin in Dehra.Wit
so off i went to meet ma cousin in dehra.wid some struggle we managed to get leave frm his school but dats another story.
nw dehra has always been one of ma favourite places but i harbour a profound dislike for da so called elite IMA. da training dose unfortunate cadets undergo......well gives me da creeps even wen i think abt it. call dat ma feminine syd at its height....day-night,sunshine-rain,hail-snow dose poor guys endure all kinds of rigorous training(acc to me it's all imaginable kinds of torture).
loiterin around we passed some cadets undergoing der training.1 officer was hollering abt instructions fr god knows wat.1 unlucky soul happened to glance at us...n dat was da end fr him.
in da blistering cold he was asked to remove his woolens in his case just a jersey......da cold wind hit him leaving goosebumps red n blue all ova his bare flesh.we cud see him running from one side of da field to da other carrying enormous sacks filled wid god knows wat.
we fled from da place before we wud cause oder misfortunes.acc to my cousin dat builds emotional stability.....n acc to me dat makes him pervert lyk most of our soldiers are.
dis incident really set me to thinking dat do dese rigorous training n stuff supposed to build a person mentally,physically,emotionally n all oder shit manage to do so?????
i couldn't find a positive answer.
snug in ma bed at night i cud hear fire shots....i told ma cousin dat dey were toiling so hard to kill somebody....to be deliberately inhumane.
My cousin snapped back irritably dat he wud never join da army to shut ma mouth.
so off i went to meet ma cousin in dehra.wid some struggle we managed to get leave frm his school but dats another story.
nw dehra has always been one of ma favourite places but i harbour a profound dislike for da so called elite IMA. da training dose unfortunate cadets undergo......well gives me da creeps even wen i think abt it. call dat ma feminine syd at its height....day-night,sunshine-rain,hail-snow dose poor guys endure all kinds of rigorous training(acc to me it's all imaginable kinds of torture).
loiterin around we passed some cadets undergoing der training.1 officer was hollering abt instructions fr god knows wat.1 unlucky soul happened to glance at us...n dat was da end fr him.
in da blistering cold he was asked to remove his woolens in his case just a jersey......da cold wind hit him leaving goosebumps red n blue all ova his bare flesh.we cud see him running from one side of da field to da other carrying enormous sacks filled wid god knows wat.
we fled from da place before we wud cause oder misfortunes.acc to my cousin dat builds emotional stability.....n acc to me dat makes him pervert lyk most of our soldiers are.
dis incident really set me to thinking dat do dese rigorous training n stuff supposed to build a person mentally,physically,emotionally n all oder shit manage to do so?????
i couldn't find a positive answer.
snug in ma bed at night i cud hear fire shots....i told ma cousin dat dey were toiling so hard to kill somebody....to be deliberately inhumane.
My cousin snapped back irritably dat he wud never join da army to shut ma mouth.
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