Life: One lousy LCD screen after another


I will now express the epitome of lousiness. In Manesar, the small little village I threw myself into, with the help of one of those stone pelting pulleys from the Asterix comic books. The idea was like blasting into it, making everyone run for cover then coming out of it a hero and the savior. Nothing happened.

First, there was no blast, only a whimper. Second, there was actually only a whimper, so the entry basically went unnoticed. Third, nothing heroic happened. And fourth, I am still here.

With a heart chivalrous, I decided to conquer. But I got stuck on a bed of Fevicol.

Timing is paramount for fame. Hitler showed us that. His excellent speech and theatricals comprehensively compensated for any lack of governance or strategy. Like a windshield wiper on a cold snowy day he managed to sweep Germany clean of Jews, sending them to concentration camps, the live-human chullahs.

Once the excitement of battle was over, I started to realize that I had actually lost it. Now I would be a prisoner of war, one of them with rationed supplies and no daily pleasantries.

I took it stoically like Buddhist monks. I am not a Buddhist monk and taking inspiration from is quite a lot different from being one. For one, you never get to know the full story of your journey, and second you don’t get to submit yourself to non-violence.

The world as a result became submerged into one LCD screen after another. In the morning when I wake up I open my eyes to the mobile phone. When I leave my room, ready for work, I plug in my mp3 player narrowing my eyes on its tiny LCD. I go to my desk and power up my laptop, thus turning on the king of all LCDs, fifteen inch wide. It occupies my mind for a healthy half an hour as I go through my social networking profiles and email accounts. Disappointed if I am not wanted ‘socially’ I go to work. I return, my mind fresh for another bout of screen refreshing. At this time, I may chose to opt for the lab terminal with has a large square screen like a prehistoric LCD deathbed or my customary King of all LCDS fifteen inch wide. Not happy with that dose of LCD soul searching, I employ the LCD for work purposes then.

All in all it is one lousy LCD after another which makes a dreadful day.

How can I say what is in my mind, it all seems to dissolve away?

Into the mists of emanating lachrymal, secreting night and day.

How can I say what is in my mind, it all seems to dissolve away?

In the end all that comes out of it is teary and rubbery eyes at midnight, unable to sleep, or so sleepy, unable to wake up. Life, once stuck from one LCD to another is like Abhimanyu stuck in the Chakravyuha being mercilessly slaughtered in the hands of his enemies.

Dwaipayan Adhya

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