All that I left behind...

Somehow, I felt uneasy. Something was asphyxiating me. Was it lack of air? May be. It is that air which others also breathe. I didn’t know what to do. They call it presence of mind. But groping madly in the darkness to tell others that they deprived me of oxygen isn’t exactly presence of mind. They were so very mean. Never before in my all these years of existence had I seen such people. Were they the same people who surrounded me and smiled when I looked at them and sympathized with me when I was sad? I believe it is my fault. My mind had been shrouded by gullibility all these years. Oh boy! What agony it was… How am I ever to feel better while carrying this mental stigma with me? As an infant the air was all around me. I used to feel it inside me, in my veins, my heart, my mind and my soul. But now? Things have changed so much. I longed to go back to those wonderful days of existence. Suddenly, I noticed that I couldn’t do that too. I opened my eyes and felt the metamorphosis. There was an infinite wall that separated me from that side of the world. I noticed my faint reflection in that transparent wall. The monster I had become, horrified me out of my wits. I looked around me and found everyone to be the same. There was hatred, jealousy, greed, and anguish all around. They detest me from what I am and what I am going to be. Perhaps, I can do without air in this environment or may be I will learn to live without it. Only time will tell. The symptoms are suggestive of that. Will it be difficult? I don’t know. I only know that this is the order of the world. Like it or not. It’s not my choice. They wanted me to become like that. God knows what the future holds for me. I can only hope for the best and that’s what I am hoping.

Too hot to handle!

It is too hot these days. The month of May was unexpectedly pleasant. But June is turning out to be a genuine torture. I have to go to institute these days for project work. Standing at the bus-stop, the piercing sunbeams are awful. By the time I get into the bus, my back is drenched and beads of perspiration start dripping onto the ground from my face.

What next awaits me is a seemingly long and dispiriting journey to the IIT bus-stop. Morning is the time when one realizes that how populous Delhi is! As a result, my incapability to find a seat, leads me to stand in utter despair. The jostling and shoving crowd gets on my nerves. By the time I reach institute, I have had the worst time of my life.

To make the matters worse still, even a short walk from the bus-stop to the Main Building is heavily taxing. Sweating profusely, I pave my way to the lab where I am supposed to do my project.

There’s no place like home. That’s right! But these days I have rather become critical to this fact. I am not having a good time even at home. Everything that I touch is hot. Or if it is cold then the nature and my grasp do everything to take away its coldness, something like the Midas touch. The water flowing through the taps is geyser-hot. I wonder if there is any hot spring near by which may contribute to this effect. Even to think about a bath is a terrible notion. Moreover, I am too tired of getting up every 15 minutes for a glass of water, how refreshing the end result may be.

Perhaps the afternoon hours are the most burdensome. Accompanying the torment are the typical summer season winds known as loo. It slaps my face with sheer disregard of my plight and leaves me cursing the season.

Newspapers are flooded with articles on global-warming these days. Suddenly the media has woken up to this issue and seems hell bent upon informing each and every person about it. Or may be is it that the authorities have woken up to this fact that something needs to be done at this stage to ensure a safe future for the generations, yet to come? Only time will tell so. A recent development is that all the countries in the world are imploring Uncle Sam to cut down its Carbon emission (which is humongous). But it doesn’t seem to be paying off.

I think that the pangs of global-warming are too obvious to be described. They can felt everywhere. Perhaps the heat is all around and has even ‘heated’ the people. Look around and one can notice the unrest anywhere. After the tiff between Dera Sacha Sauda and Akal Takht in Punjab came the unsettling feud between the government and the Gujjar community. The unrest spread from Rajasthan to the adjoining states only to be called off in time after a meeting between the Gujjar community and the BJP govt. in the state. Though the meeting made an headway, but at a cost. The cost was the lives of many innocent people and the inconvenience which was faced by the commuters.

To return back to my plight, no amount of ice-cream, AC or iced-tea can work against this sweltering heat. As a result, I have been feeling more ‘heat’. Even the simple act of thinking about heat, leaves me disgruntled. The only thing I can do is to wait, and wait for the Rain God to be generous and sing bhajans to appease him.