The Story of a Cube

Once upon a time there was cube, a happy cube.

He was innocent and carefree.

He liked the things he did.

When he started growing up and started understanding the things, he realized that some people around him did not like cubes much. They appreciated circles and talked high about them.

The cube felt he also should be a circle. He tried to be a circle and people started talking high about him. People started praising him. The cube liked it.

When the cube grew up a little more and started meeting more people, he realized that they preferred triangles. Triangles are befriended. The cube did not even realize when he changed himself to a triangle. Cube had many friends now.

Now, the cube was really grown up and entered the society, the real world. He suddenly felt that the society loves squares. Squares are looked upto and squares are esteemed high. The cube became a square now. People respected the cube. They loved him.

Everybody was happy with the cube.  Everybody loved him.

He was satisfied. He was rich. In fact, he was everything except for the cube that he originally was. He was not the cube anymore, the happy cube.

He was some circle, some triangle and some square. He was no cube at all. In fact, he was nothing at all. He was deformed.

He feels now that he wants to be the cube again. He tries too. But he has forgotten how to be a cube.

It is all his fault. He is so selfish or maybe so selfless.

But then he is good at becoming different shapes. He so well became a circle and a triangle and a square. Hope he soon becomes a cube, the cube, the happy cube.

To Mr. Somebody (If you exist)

If in case you happen to enter my life we shall,

watch movies together

gift books to each other

fight cold war sometimes and fight hot war some other times ;)

talk non sense for hours

laugh together for no reason

learn together

pull legs of each other until one of us falls down

visit the world together

cook  food (here it might not be together)

make some mistakes together

shop together

sing together

call names to each other

irritate each other

make people jealous

dance together

be silent for hours

make random days in the year special for each other

fight with each other

fight for each other

teach each other

pray together

and most importantly, grow old together.

Also, we shall

never leave the hands of each other

never leave a call/message unanswered

never ask each other to change

never force each other to eat chocolates

never switch channels when Takeshi's Castle/Mr. Bean/ Big Boss is going on

never talk bad about Brad Pitt, Irrfan Khan, Shahrukh Khan and Amitabh Bacchan

never get tired when one of us keeps on talking a lot on philosophy

never be upset if one of us regularly cracks PJs

and most importantly, never leave each other.

Mr. Somebody (If you exist), you can make your list too and I will add it into mine.

The life could be pretty good together, I guess.

"Some ask for peace, some for friends and some other for happiness; I ask for books and I get them all."

'A book worm'!!! 

They called me a 'book warm'. Yes, I am one. If you want to kill me, stop my access to books. I really have not been able to understand whether they make me forget my pain or take it away, but what I know is they do something magical to me which is totally ineffable.

I started reading perhaps because I could find refuge there. Misfitting in the world, I found a cozy  and comfortable shelter there in the black and white and got lost, totally. They have been great friends and amazing teachers. They have given me such vicarious experiences, which are impossible to attain otherwise. Some say heaven is beyond the earth and others say it's on the earth. Well, I find it there in the books.

I understand the value of dreams and hope against the hope sometimes. Well, I know a shepherd who got the treasure he dreamed of. I know the universe helps us, if we truly desire something, something very deeply, maybe from the deepest part of our heart. I know this because of "The Alchemist".

The ultimate happiness is found within. But paradoxically you cannot attain it unless you have searched it everywhere out. As true happiness does not have any form, it is simply a realization. It comes through experiences, the experiences that give you anything but happiness. It is little perplexing. But to put it simply: you can't see light unless you have seen darkness. You can be knowledgeable only if you have been ignorant once. Failures to attain it leads to the ultimate happiness. Perhaps, the philosophy is so deep that it can't be put in a few words,  but I absorbed it totally when I came across "Siddhartha".

The best compliment in my life ever: "You are intractable". I still remember the words and their throw and the pitch and the anger with which they were spoken to me. I would have been hurt really hard if I had not read "Atlas Shrugged" where Paul Larkin uses the same line and the line becomes a very famous quote. There was a smile on my face and I was enjoying it, though I was not supposed to.

I stopped giving a damn to people and what they think about me when I was introduced to an anonymous person. Yes, an anonymous person. He was called Equality 7-2521. "Anthem'' brought a badly required transformation in me. I understood the importance of "I" when I read the book. I grew up years in just two weeks while reading Anthem.

When I was a kid, I used to tell my grandmother that I would want to become an astronaut. I wanted to visit the moon. Funny. The sky used to mesmerize me, perhaps because of its vastness. I loved gazing at stars. I still do. The dream was forgotten in the hustle and bustle of growing up. But Carl Sagon made it vital once again. "Cosmos" appealed to my imagination. I was almost illiterate in astronomy, but the man has presented it in such a brilliant way that I could embrace it, I could embrace the cosmos.

(To be contd..)

Thank God for students.
They provide a purpose to my existence.

I watched Troy again and I fell in love with you one more time.

Achilles would be proud of you.

Alas! God made only one Brad Pitt.

I don't want to make anybody love me, understand me, care for me or be nice to me.
I just want to do my karma in the best possible way.
I want to play my roles in the best possible manner.

Rest all will be taken care of.

Moving so feels so light, so weightless.
I feel free.

She wanted a companion.
She loved him.
She proposed him.
They god married.
She got a companion, but lost her love.

***

His life sucked.
He had a full time job.
An awful boss.
Meager salary.
Nasty colleagues.
EMIs due.
But a lovely family.

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I can't marry you.
Because I can't see my children suffer.

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He was a great son.
A great brother.
He loved his children.
But a pathetic husband.
And a more pathetic father.

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People were jealous of her happiness.
Naturally, silence was no longer a language.

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She never said.
He never understood.
She still loves him.
He still cries over his unsuccessful past affairs.

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A scholar he was!
He could understand several languages.

But how could he understand her love for him?
It was never spoken.

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Her best friend gifted it to her on her birthday.
She was careful not to break the expensive vase.
He also proposed her the same day.
She denied.

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Money can't buy you happiness. A lie.
He used to buy one of the most expensive wines.
And he used to forget all his pain.

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