Posted on Thursday, 9 May 2013
Taking a swift swivel on my rotating chair placed firmly on the rooftop of my pretty usual building enabled a three sixty degree view of the world to me. Any keen observer would call that as the perfect formula for a nervous breakdown, for that will probably encompass more data than our memory centers can hold at optimum functionality, or the cortical neurons of our frontal lobes can process coherently in real time. In most cases, that should have been enough, particularly for someone like me, for an IQ (ridiculously overrated term) that barely crawls to the three digits, an eye sight that struggles on every possible count, both spherical and cylindrical, and a thought process that is easily some light years away from being called as normal should not ask for anything more!
But I did not see much in it, strangely. There was a lot to see, but I found nothing worth a second look. All it (the sight) did was that it disturbed some familiar memory templates in some unidentified shelves of my densely (not so dense in my case) packed neuronal network before they settled down again, not even bothering to spark even a single action potential in my axons. Obviously, my poor observation traits were to be blamed for that, but it did not do anything to change my perception, however skewed and incomplete it was. May be the roof was too low to excite any meaningful vision out of my ill-focused retina, or may be my expectations were too high to command any action to my miserly attentive facilities for such a mundane and listless view. I would like to believe that neither was true.
I was looking for something else, something I have been looking for quite some time now. Actually, I was looking for the edge of the world, a place where this world ends. Geographers will happily vote me out of this world if they happen to read this post, for the first thing they ever read in their life was that earth is round (bhoo-gol), but I have always been more inclined towards literature than geography, or any other subject for that matter, so I guess I will not mind taking that risk; offending the geographers is not one of my greatest fears (I have many) anyway!
I was once told by one of my teachers that there are limits to everything, except for one thing, our thoughts. If we go by that theory, then there has to be a limit (edge) to this world too, for Earth clearly is not a thought!
Unfortunately (fortunately I should say), I was not able to see the edge I was looking for. May be the edge is not physical; probably that’s why my eyes could not see it. But just because I couldn’t see it does not mean it’s not there. I am afraid we are nearing it slowly and steadily, all of us, for we have been pushing our boundaries much beyond acceptable levels, sailing dangerously closer to that deadly edge in the process.
We (human race) have developed drastically during last hundred years or so. For example, we have accumulated enough stockpiles of nukes to set our planet on fire anytime, a stupendous achievement by any standards (at least the modern and scientifically advanced standards!); we have found a magical indicator of development in the form of GDP, a breakthrough good enough to permanently turn the hunger of the poor into their destiny; we are on our way to track the extraterrestrial intelligence somewhere in future, so what if terrestrial wisdom has been buried (hardly matters!); children are dying due to malnutrition, but longevity is not our prime concern anyway; morals and humanity are going downhill, on their way to a definite death, burning ignominiously under the heat of modernization and development, and ironically, we call it cool!
I wonder if this was the world that God had conceptualized in his plans. I know it is not advisable to quote God in any conclusive argument which demands concrete evidence. Any forward looking and scientifically driven mind (a category I also belong to) will dismiss any such plea in a flash, calling it emotional, irrational and anti-science. But before we do that, let us introspect whether we have got our priorities right, or we have strayed at our own peril. I am afraid the latter is true.
Economics and technology should make peace with rationality and humanity before they are allowed to advance thoughtlessly. Myopic greed of money and power should not be allowed to rule/ridicule our vision, our precious ability to foresee the drastic consequences. Immediate gains (monetary and political) should not take precedence over the conventional wisdom to act for long term goals (sustainability and welfare).
There is enough space in this world for science and humanity to survive together. The sooner we realize this, the better for us. Otherwise it will not be long before we will be able to see from the ground what I was not able to see from my rooftop, the edge of the world!
Posted on Sunday, 28 April 2013
As you know that heaven has been leaking off late, at least on the platform of The Original Poetry where the secret cables of heaven have been made available by an unnamed whistleblower from heaven. You must have read in the first cable that Adam(first man) was a little flustered about marriage proposal of Eve (first woman)and he decided to consult the matter with his father, that is, God. Here are the cables containing the conversation that happened between God and Adam.
‘Hello Father’ Adam called God from behind. It seemed like God was going somewhere, walking steadily on the misty floor of heaven. God, wearing a blue jeans and a white polo t-shirt, was pushing a large wheeled box like trolley ahead of him as he walked along. He turned around as soon as he heard the voice of Adam.
‘Hey Adam’ God smiled. ‘Long time since I saw you. Where have you been?’
‘Nowhere Father’ Adam said as he reached close to God. ‘Just the daily chores.’
‘You are looking odd today’ Adam flashed a weird look as he scanned the attire of God.
‘Oh thank you dear’ God said. ‘I have been struggling to keep pace with the latest fashion. But I am afraid you are much behind me in that regard.’ He smiled, taking a dig at the old fashioned gown of Adam. ‘How is Eve by the way? Haven’t seen her in long time.’
‘She is good’ Adam replied. ‘Too good for me in fact’ he joked. ‘Can I ask you a question Father?’
‘Be at ease my dear.’
‘Why women are so difficult to understand?’
‘Oh dear. You should have thrown some easy question at me son’ smiled God. ‘That’s a difficult one. I am afraid I am still working this out.’
‘What do you mean?’ Adam wondered.
‘I mean there is so much to them. They are powerful, mysterious, beautiful, ferocious, loving, warrior, caring, sometimes all at the same time. You can define a man in two lines but not a woman. Don’t ever forget, woman is the mother of man. I will suggest you to utilize your time in loving and respecting rather than understanding them’ said God. ‘But why are you asking this question?’
‘I don’t know. Eve was asking me to get married to her.’
‘Oh dear’ God smiled. ‘What’s the problem then? You got any other girl friend?’ He joked.
‘No Father, but this is strange. I mean I am the oldest guy around. Only person, if I can call so, who is older than me is You only. How would it look for a man like me to get married? Besides, I don’t believe in marriages.’
‘Take it easy boy. I am still very young, then how can you ever get old’ smiled God. ‘Besides, there is no age bar to love someone. So there is no question of age being a barrier for getting married. And as far as the question of belief in marriage is concerned, remember one thing, loving is believing. The satisfaction that you can derive by becoming a reason for her smile is paramount and second to none.’
‘Do you want to say that I should get married?’ asked Adam.
‘Absolutely. Why not?’
‘Thank you Father for helping me with this dilemma.’ Adam expressed his gratitude to his father.
‘Anytime Son' smiled God.
‘By the way Father’ interrupted Adam. ‘I was wondering if these white misty clouds of heaven are getting thinner and smaller’ said Adam, looking at the misty clouds floating freely in the atmosphere of heaven.
‘You are right’ nodded God. ‘I am afraid heaven warming is catching up with us.’
‘Heaven warming?’ Adam wondered. That was a new term to him.
‘Do you know about global warming?’ asked God.
‘No’ Adam replied astutely. To his credit, he was quite sure about his ignorance.
‘Oh Son, your current affairs is very weak’ God wasn't impressed with his ignorance though. ‘I will tell you about heaven warming some other day. I have to go somewhere right now.’
‘Why are you pushing the trolley yourself?’ Adam said, looking at the wheeled container. ‘You can use your powers to send it to its desired destination?’
‘I take pleasure in the joys of ordinary life’ said God. ‘I must tell you a secret today. Ordinary is never ordinary. It’s a pity that people realize the importance of those small ordinary things only after acquiring great powers, losing a crucial aspect of a blissful life in the process, a thing what you and me call as ordinary.’
‘That sounds so true’ reflected Adam. ‘Where are you going by the way?’
‘I am going to the headquarter of hell. I have to meet the administrator of hell there’ said God. ‘You want to come? Want a test ride of hell?’ joked God.
‘No thanks’ Adam smiled, raising both his hands upwards. ‘But why are you going there?’ Adam wondered.
‘I have some business there’ said God. ‘Actually they are facing population overload and consequent resource crunch. They want some help from me.’
‘Why would you help in the affairs of hell?’ Adam was surprised to hear that. ‘I mean heaven is where you belong’ said Adam.
‘Oh Son, you are so ignorant. I will talk to you about all these things later’ said God. ‘But I’ll say just two things for now. First, I do not belong anywhere, for everywhere belongs to me. And second, balance is the most important ingredient of any system, big or small, living or non-living, earthly or Godly’ He signed off as he continued his walk to the headquarters of hell.
Stay tuned for more revealing cables...
Posted on Friday, 26 April 2013
kal raat ek khwab dekha
soch ke daayron se aage nikle
aur aage jaake maahtaab dekha
kabhi baareek galiyon ki kashmakash ko,
kabhi lehlahaati kaliyon ki muskaan ko dekha
galiyan meri aahat se kuch pareshan thi
par kaliyon me se ek kali se meri halki si pehchaan thi
maine puchha kaun ho tum
kya maine tumhein kahin dekha hai
wo kuch jhoomi,
aahista se wo natkhat,
apne asli roop mein aayi
kaali zulfon ka baadal,
kaandhe pe thehra tha
pari sa chehra,
rang sunehra tha
usne mujhe dekha,
aur masti mein kuch gaane lagi
nazrein to uspe thehri thi,
par meri saans ab aane jaane lagi
wo bebaak thi
ik pal meri koi nahi
agle pal nigehbaan thi
duniya ke lehzon se farak thi wo
andheri galiyon mein deepak ki jhalak thi wo
mere paas aake wo mujhse lipat gayi
laga koi behti nadi aake mujh mein simat gayi
uske baahon ke dhaagon se khud ko see gaya tha
us ek pal mein main sadiyaan jee gaya tha
main hairan tha
ke kaun hai ye,
jo iss tarah chhu raha hai
chehra to anjaan hai
kyun apna lag har soon raha hai
pehle wo meri bekarari pe muskayi
phir boli meri bebaaki ko koi ilzaam na dena
apna na samajh pao to na samjho
par iss apnepan ko kisi rishte ka naam na dena
dhadakte dil ki daraarein kuch aur badhne lagi
dil ki har baat wo meri saanso mein padhne lagi
ab humse sabar kahan hona tha
kho chuka tha jo kuch bhi khona tha
maine palkon badhaayi,
uske gaalon ko chhua
kashti toofan mein aayi,
aur hoti rahi dhuaan
kahaani itni hi hoti to munasib hota
na meri aankh hi dukhti, na dil hi rota
isse pehle ki hum sarhadein tod paate
palkein jhapki aur hum karwatein badal gaye
salwatein hi salwatein baaki thi ab mere paas
aankhein khuli aur wo meri baahon se pighal gaye
gila karein bhi to kaise
raat ka kuch to hum pe ehsaan tha
bewafa ise kahein bhi to kaise
ye bhi nahi kehte ke ye savere ka zulm tha
kyun ki raat guzregi humein iss baat ka bhi ilm tha
par jadu hi kuch aisa tha uski baat mein
ke ab har din guzrega bus uski raat mein
us bebaak kali ko lekar phir bahaar aayegi
phir din guzrega, aur phir raat aayegi
Posted on Tuesday, 23 April 2013
Time to stand united and pray for the Baby…..
16 December 2012
Black Day for Delhities and shame for every human.....When I reached home 2 days back and while travelling through Delhi, I just wanted to get the hell out fearing a massive outrage in retaliation to the unjust crackdown by Delhi police a day before. Nothing happened that day and I felt that the anger spilling on the streets had died its usual death. But I was wrong. I felt that anger today when I heard the news of your sad demise. Today in the silent protests on the streets of Delhi I could sense a feeling of disgust mixed with shame and helplessness. I share the same feeling and so do most of us. Like everyone here I too wish you had lived to see students in Delhi brave the atrocities of the police while demanding justice for you. I wish you had lived to see your torturers die a painful death. I wish you had lived to forget the scars and pain bestowed on you by the low lives of our society. But God had other plans for you. He has taken his daughter to his abode away from this vindictive world to ease her pain. I know you will think a thousand times before coming back here as a mortal. Forgive us if you can. Forgive us for not doing enough to save you, forgive us for our shameful denial. You shall forever be remembered as the victim of our nefarious ways, someone who inspired many of us still sane enough to speak up against injustice. Someone who made us realize the feeling of getting robbed of our flesh and soul. Rest in peace dear sister. And as one of my seniors said, please don’t come back here till we make this country a better place for you to live...In one way, the outrage we feel here in India, as a woman and as an Indian, has awoken similar sentiments across the globe, and that is a blessing. Yes, the accused need to be brought to justice, and the safety of women in not only Delhi, but across India as well, should be paramount.
4 months passed away and the same story is repeated once again….a five-year-old was abducted and brutally raped in the capital. I am ashamed of the city and the mentality of these sick persons. The news of the rape of a five-year-old girl, who is now battling for life, has left Bollywood megastar Amitabh Bachchan numb. He says people who indulge in such heinous crimes should be exposed in public for proper justice. Shame !!! utter shame on the entire government and the criminal justice system .... There is simply no fear in a criminals mind when he commits a crime ... believe me fear of the LAW IS the BIGGEST DETERRENT ... there is no fear and the law which "takes its own course" takes up so long that most of the pursuant just give up in frustration of failing to get justice.
Questions to be asked?
Why the shameless home-minister and police- commissioner are still there?
Why have they not quit and why are they not being sacked by the Government?
Although they will be replaced by the same kind of the people but yet there is an outside chance that things would be a bit different!
By Ankit Kumar
Posted on Saturday, 20 April 2013
BREAKING NEWS.. After umpteen hundred thousand lakh crore years of secrecy, the secrets of heaven have finally been leaked. Secret cables of heaven have been made available to earth which will be exclusively hosted by The Original Poetry under its segment HeavenLeaks, thanks to a whistle-blower from heaven. I cannot divulge the name of the whistle-blower, for you know what happen to whistle-blowers once they get recognized. Finding a safe embassy to save him from God might prove to be a difficult prospect for us!
Meanwhile, I know that you are getting impatient to see the first cable from heaven. After dithering over a lot of exciting and revealing cables, I thought it will be apt to start with something from where all of us got started.
You guessed it right, we are going to get a peep into some of the interesting conversations between Adam and Eve, the grandest father and mother of all men and women. I have provided the narration for enriching your experience further.
Well, I am not going to let you wait anymore. Here you go..
‘Adam’ Eve came running over to their large room in the heaven which was full of white curtains hanging everywhere. Adam was standing near the window, wearing a bright and long white gown, peering deep into the otherworldly bliss of heaven. He was apparently lost, somewhere in the charming and white mist floating freely in the atmosphere of heaven. The voice of Eve served to distract his aesthetic exercise a little as he swiveled around to see what Eve was up to.
‘Adam’ Eve said again as she reached close to him, gently placing her right palm over his left shoulder. She looked beautiful in her knee length pink frock.
‘Yes sweetheart’ smiled Adam. ‘What’s the matter?’
‘You are looking quite handsome today’ said Eve. ‘Good to see you well-dressed.’
‘You know what’ said Adam. ‘I miss those days we spent on earth.’
‘Yes I know’ Eve said. ‘You always preferred being well-naked than well-dressed.’
‘No, it’s not that' smiled Adam, blushing his way to bright red cheeks. 'I loved every single moment spent there. I miss roaming around in the garden with you.’
‘What do you miss the most?’ asked Eve, also placing her left palm on his left shoulder, coming even closer to him simultaneously.
‘The first kiss in the history of mankind’ said Adam. ‘That’s what I cherish the most. It was something else, something never felt by anyone before. Absolute bliss.’
‘Yes’ Eve peered deep into the blue eyes of Adam. ‘And it resulted into the birth of love bug that continues to infect people till date’ smiled Eve. ‘But I ruined everything by eating the fruit of sin. Had God not forgiven us, we might have landed in hell’ Eve said as the axis of her eyes dropped; the smile of her face gave way to a pale shadow as sulkiness took over. She withdrew her arms off him in sadness. It was evident that deep in her heart, she was still carrying the burden of her mistake.
‘We all do mistakes’ Adam held her by her cheeks, enveloping her face with the palm of his hands as he looked into her eyes with an unflinching stroke of love. ‘One mistake doesn’t make you a sinner’ said Adam. ‘And God couldn’t have placed her into hell even if he wanted.’
‘Why not?’ asked Eve.
‘Hell wasn't there at that time. Probably it was under construction’ smiled Adam, trying to blow away some dust from a blanket of pain that was too old to clean. ‘Why were you calling me by the way’ he said, distracting the attention of Eve from the topic.
‘Yeah, I almost forgot.’ Eve's eyes lit up once again in excitement.
‘What?’ Adam wondered what was it that made her forget her pain that quickly.
‘A new shopping mall has opened in heaven’ said Eve, beaming with joy and enthusiasm like a kid.
‘You can't shop' Adam said. 'You know that your goodwill account was frozen by God after the fruit incident.’
‘But not yours’ Eve smiled with a naughty twinkle in her eyes. ‘You have to spend some of your goodwill for shopping’ Eve insisted as she grabbed him by his shoulders again.
‘But what about the budget?’ Adam withdrew his hands off her face immediately. His goodwill account was in grave danger!
‘I am the lady’ said Eve. ‘So you don’t worry about the budget. I’ll take care of that.’
‘But you have so many beautiful dresses. Why do you want to shop again?’ Adam said, arching his eyebrows in wonder.
‘Actually I want to purchase wedding dresses for both of us.’
‘What!’ Adam was taken by his greatest surprise. ‘What are you talking about?’
‘I was thinking that it is time we should get married.’ Eve said.
‘But why?’ Adam wondered. ‘Don’t you think we are a little late? We have 7 billion living children roaming on earth, not to talk about our children here in heaven’ said Adam. ‘Besides, I don’t quite like the concept of marriage. It has given way to the concept of divorce over the period of time. Marriage cannot unite two souls, nor divorce can separate them, it’s the love that matters.’
‘I don’t know anything’ said Eve. ‘I want to marry you. That’s it’ she insisted.
‘Okay’ Adam heaved a deep sigh. ‘But I will have to discuss it with God. I can’t do anything without his agreement.’
‘Great’ Eve said as she flaunted a big smile, and hugged him immediately. Adam just smiled, gently caressing her hairs with his fingers as she folded in his arms, wondering how it would be like for the first man of earth to become almost the last man to get married. He had to consult God anyway, for God is the father of man, and not child as one of the sayings would propagate.
Stay tuned for more revealing cables...
Posted on Friday, 19 April 2013
As you know that I have been visiting the parts of my body one by one. Last time I visited lung and he said to me to watch my tongue before I speak. I was struck by his utterance, for it gave me this brilliant idea to talk to my tongue. We guys are so used to talk using our tongue that the idea of talking to the tongue itself never crosses our mind. I thought it would be great to have a chat with the mother of all chats, the tongue. And I can't tell you enough how much fun I had talking to my tongue. Without wasting any more time, let me take you to some of the excerpts of the conversation that I had with my sleek tongue. Here you go...
Me : Hello tongue, how are you dear?
Tongue : I am pretty pink and healthy. Thanks to your tongue scraper you see.
Me : Yeah, I see you are so talkative (It was strange calling the tongue as talkative). Nice to see you in good spirits. At least there is one part of my body that is not complaining to me.
Tongue : Right to speech is not something one will complain about. I enjoy the freedom that I have.
Me : Freedom! (I wondered) Other organs are not prisoners of mine I suppose. Are they?
Tongue : If being attached to strings is any measure of freedom, then I am afraid they are prisoners.
Me : What do you mean? I don't have any strings or shackles in my body!
Tongue : How you tackle with shackles determine the degree of freedom you enjoy. What I mean to say by freedom in this context is that I am the only muscle of your body that is attached only from one end, and for that matter, you will be surprised to know that I am the strongest muscle of your body.
Me : Oh are you? You don't look like one.
Tongue : Looks can be deceptive my dear friend. You remember your first girl friend?
Me : Yes I do. But why are you asking this?
Tongue : That was a landmark moment for me, for it was the first time I ever doubted my ability.
Me : Yes I do. But why are you asking this?
Tongue : That was a landmark moment for me, for it was the first time I ever doubted my ability.
Me : What in universe my first girlfriend has to do with your ability! (I shrugged) She had a bad breath that's all right, but it has nothing to do with your ability!
Tongue : It certainly has.
Me : But how?
Tongue : That was a bad taste (Tongue said bluntly).
Me : Bad taste means? She was not a sweet dish, or any kind of dish for that matter!
Tongue : I didn't like her. She did not have a good heart at her disposal. I love people with good hearts. Besides, bad breath is not my problem anyway. Though your nose almost ended up doing suicide due to it.
Me : That doesn't make any sense!
Tongue : What's wrong with nose hating bad breath. Everybody like good things.
Me : I am not talking about nose here, oh my God (I had my head in my hands). I am talking about heart. Why do you have this special liking for heart? I mean there is no relation between you and heart.
Tongue : Oh I am afraid there is.
Me : What? (I wondered)
Tongue : I am heart's girl friend.
Me : What! (440 Volt DC struck me out of nowhere.) What the hell are you talking about? (I almost had a heart attack. I wasn't very proud of the choice of my heart!)
Tongue : Don't get me wrong. It's not the kind of affair you guys have. It's just that heart just loves me.
Me : Why would heart love you? (I wondered)
Tongue : Let me explain. See. If you want to win somebody's heart, the easiest way is to use your tongue.
Me : How? (I couldn't make out how to do that) Enlighten me please.
Tongue : You don't need to lick the heart of course. Oh my God, you are so dumb. You got to use the two most important properties of mine, that is, speech and taste. Say good things and render some refreshing flavours to savour, and the receiving person will do anything for you at first word.
Me : Oh God! You could have said it straight. You like twisting, don't you? (I smiled) Anyway, you speak so many words. I wonder what your favourite word is?
Tongue : I love the pauses between the words.
Me : That is strange to hear from a tongue. I mean you talk all the time. Why would you love the pauses?
Tongue : Pauses raise causes, and words raise swords. How you place the words between the pauses is more important than the words themselves. Utterance of words without pause leads to incoherent speech. And incoherent speech my friend, is as good as having bite-less teeth. So before you open your mouth to speak next time, just take a pause to think. Don't just use your tongue when you speak. Man you are sane, need to use your brain also.
Me : Ah(I got surprised). So good to hear these words of wisdom from you. I will certainly use you carefully my dear friend (I smiled). And I hope you don't hate it when I use you to tease others?
Tongue : Oh certainly not. In fact I just love it. I am a naughty twirl (not girl!) you know. To tell you a secret, I also love the way you abuse your friends with love. I love the contradiction in it; it's very poetic. I wouldn't advice it to children though. Such poems are not tailor-made for children (It smiled!). Anyway, I gotta go, for I have to drive some saliva into the stomach. No time to taste (it meant waste of course) you see. I hope to see you again.
Posted on Monday, 15 April 2013
taakta hun jab main,
gehre neele aasmaan mein kabhi,
khoye huye kuch ehsaas,
mujhe nazar aate hain...
udte azaad panchiyon ki,
madmast chaal ko dekh,
apne qaid hone ka khayal,
fir gher leta hai...
door aakash ke pare,
na jaane kitne jahaan honge,
ham kuch bhi to nahin,
iss brahammand ke chakravyhu mein,
hamare jeevan mahatvhin
koi kalpana honge...
kisi kalaar ki,
jo khelta rehta hai shatranj,
hum pyaado se,
aur hum khud ko raja maan,
gumaan karte hain...
bas ek ehsaas bhar hi hoga,
yeh jeevan kisi jaahan mein,
abhi shuru aur abhi khatm,
ho jaata hoga...
ho jaata hoga...
khatm hi ho jaana hai,
yeh khel ek din,
to kyun ham iss laghuta ka,
bakhaan karte hain...
By Happy Garg
Posted on Saturday, 13 April 2013
A Talk With My Tongue
Long time since I visited one of my organs. Considering the fact that I had such great fun visiting heart, brain, eyes, and liver, you must be thinking what took me so long making the next visit. Well, earth is a busy place with hectic schedules; we guys have little time to visit our own bodies, and we don’t care to visit our body organs and ask them about their well-being in whatever free time we are spared with. Am I right? I am afraid the answer to this might be a ‘yes’.
Anyway, without any more dilly-dallying with the boring (advice is the worst vice it is said) stuff, let me tell you that I visited my lungs recently, and as usual, I had great fun talking to him. You must be wondering, which lung I visited, for we have two lungs as we all know. Any guesses? Well, it’s a simple one. I visited the left lung for the simple reason that it is close to my heart (physically of course). Let me take you to some of the excerpts of my long conversation with the lung. Here you go…
Me : Hey Lung, how are you doing buddy?
Lung : (smiling) Hey Smokey, good to see you man. I came to know from heart that you are on a travel spree, visiting different organs one by one.
Me : Yeah that’s right. But my name is not Smokey (I shrugged). I am your master; I thought you must be knowing my name.
Lung : What is in the name? One of the great writers has said.
Me : Yeah, that’s fine. I appreciate your knowledge of literature, and to be frank, I like William Shakespeare too. But that still doesn’t do anything to change my name (I frowned in wonder).
Lung : Of course it doesn’t. Actually, I nicknamed you as Smokey when you started smoking the deadly pipe. Didn’t heart tell you this?
Me : No, he didn’t. He told me that both of you (lungs) were irritated by my smoking habit, but he didn’t tell me about the name thing. And anyway, I quit smoking quite some time ago.
Lung : So what! Once you make a name for yourself, it sticks with you.
Me : That’s not fair. You shouldn’t be known for the goals you missed.
Lung : But that is what you do most of the time. You remember the heart for the hypothetical beats it misses on seeing the girl you love so desperately, you remember the brain for occasional lapses of memory it encounters during examinations, you curse the eyes for just missing the sight of the girl living next door, and liver who does not gives you any hiccups till it starts failing remains largely unremembered.
Me : Oh look at you, you are looking in great shape. (I changed the topic instantly, realizing that I was heading on my way to a classic embarrassment.)
Lung : Oh thank you so much. Some credit should be given to you, at least where it is due. I am glad you quit smoking. But smoking is not the only problem you have brought my way.
Me : What do you mean? I can’t do anything about the pollution.
Lung : That's not right mind you. But I am not talking about pollution here anyway. You should watch your tongue before you say anything.
Me : What do you mean? (I didn't see any connection between lung and tongue except the fact that it rhymed, but I doubted if lung was a poet!)
Lung : Ah! You act so innocent. Let me tell you an incident. You were in your teen age when you uttered those golden words from your heavenly mouth.
Me : What?
Lung : You said to a girl of your class, ‘Love is in the air.’
Me : What?
Lung : You said to a girl of your class, ‘Love is in the air.’
Me : So what?
Lung : We, the organs of your body, are not well versed with the concept of love even now. Back then, the concept of love was absolutely alien to us. As soon as the organs heard that some foreign substance (love) is there in the air, a stage of panic was set in across the length and breadth of your body. I started getting c-mails from all the parts of the body to properly monitor the content of air before sending it to them.
Me : What did you say? C-mail? (I wondered)
Lung : Are you chemically challenged?
Me : What do you mean?
Lung : C-mail means chemical messages, through the nerves. Every part of the body was wondering what was happening to its weirdly behaving master, and we were really scared of this thing you called as love.
Me : Oh my! I didn’t even realize it. What happened then?
Lung : Thank God the girl in your class slapped you after the proposal and things returned to normal slowly. (The lung was quite to the point and blunt in insulting me. I must hold some kind of record for asking the most number of self injurious questions ever.)
Me : Oh (wry smile), that was good (There was little I could say to that). Anyway, you seem to have a close relationship with heart? (I changed the topic again)
Lung : Of course. I am the heart of your heart.
Me : Heart of my heart? How come? (I wondered again)
Lung : You can see it two ways. First, your heart pumps oxygenated blood to your body, but it is me who works to oxygenate the blood it pumps relentlessly. Secondly, the blood from right side of the heart passes through me to get oxygenated before reaching the left side of the heart, so I work as a crucial mediator between the left and right half of your heart. That automatically makes me the heart of your heart.
Me : Oh wow. You guys work so beautifully in tandem without bothering me even for a second. Every time I talk to you guys, I cannot stop wondering how you continue to work for my well being without complaining. It’s a shame that I don’t care for you enough. I am already working to rectify my mistakes, and I really hope to earn a better nickname for myself than ‘Smokey’.
Lung : (f)air enough. That’s good to hear.
Me : Air enough! (I wondered). I guess you are not much into the f-word. Are you?
Lung : I love facebook. It’s just that I prefer air over fair. Anyways, you take air (of course it meant care). See you on fb.