Everyday I get up in the morning and run to a bucket of water to wash my face. My mother keeps that bucket outside the door of the house. Sunlight falls straight on my face piercing through the Mango tree. Lets name the tree as friend-e-foe. I just love friend-e-foe. Could there be any better experience than looking at f-e-f (shorter form of friend-e-foe) with those innocent and soft sun rays in the morning? I wish if there was any! Nah, I do not wish probably. Mind is blank. You need to fill the mind to wish something. Anyway, I look for my mom after washing my face. I need brush and paste to clean my teeth. I cannot reach to the Colgate paste stuck in the roof (made of palm leaves). Mom gives me the brush and paste. Man, you got to finish brushing teeth fast. There awaits breakfast made by Mom. You know what, I am a lazy guy. I take lot of time to finish brushing. I just sit on the stone and look at f-e-f and keep brushing my teeth.
There was some sort of attraction in f-e-f. I was hooked to it. Leaves of different colors , yellow flowers, different size mangoes. It was great. I loved playing under it. I used to climb those branches. f-e-f was a true friend under the sun. You can not ask for more even though you would want it to speak. Well It could not speak but could sing. It had lot of emotions. Honestly I had felt it. I used to play with it whole day.
When Sun sets I can not see f-e-f . It is scary. I am afraid of darkness. My grandfather tells me all sorts of horror stories. He also teaches Kaliyug's Mahamantra "Hare ram hare krishna". If you recite the mantra, no ghost will dare come near you. But still thought of darkness and ghosts scares the shit out of me. I don't know why jeje (Odia of grandfather) tells me all these stories. I only urge him to tell ghost stories even though I don't want to hear. Well actually I want to hear. Someday later in my life, I will realize that I am a contradicting guy. I don't like f-e-f in darkness. I cant see it. I think ghosts stay there. I am pissed off. I wonder why the world had to be like this. Cant we have sun always? I would be so much better.In that case I will turn out to be a more confident and clear person knowing what to do in my life.God, this is hell. Someone doesn't like my happiness. f-e-f is either helpless or it has gone the evil side. f-e-f is a great actor. It entices and betrays. Am I wrong here? Did someone blackmail f-e-f to do this to me? No, I am an innocent child. I have not anything wrong. I have not hurt anyone. Nah, I have killed some ants just today. I actually liked killing them. I love to kill them repeatedly. One of the ants bit me. I would have killed those ants anyway, even if one of them had not bitten me. It was in their destiny to die. f-.e-f is really ferocious in a full moon night. Though there is light, I suspect there are some female ghosts, may be head less, may be body less and really powerful ones have captured f-e-f. May be f-e-f is enjoying that.
In retrospect, it is in everyone's nature to be multi-faced. Just some sides are hidden. Well, one morning I got up and ran to the bucket of water. I was little grown up and I never enjoyed looking at f-e-f anymore. It still looks great nonetheless. My jeje's brother (one more jeje) had hung himself from f-e-f. I had not seen that dreadful morning.It seemed f-e-f did not have any complaints. Did you forget, f-e-f can not speak? Even if it wanted wake someone up, it could not have. But it could have sung easily with right emotions and right notes :). Songs convey great meaning. Come on, who understands music? Hopeless idealist people feel music and songs. Most of them are confused. They have all experienced some forms of f-e-fisms.
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