Drab but groping … Another day at Plumbing Mysteriousness




It was not abnormal when I sluggishly dragged my bed close to comp and tried to pull my eyes into reading a few pages from a very interesting and happy going eBook. Very obviously, I was sailing high with all those weird thoughts of youth and energy and playing down in full blows with the pillow. No wonder, plutocracy of fanatic fantasies had to end and they ended the most usual way they do. The birds conspired incessantly chirping and definitely, I was interested in spying them. It was exactly 5:** AM when I jerked myself out, rubbed my eyes and looked my palms. Seated, I prayed my lord to give me strength and wisdom to guide me through the day and to MOLARise anything I got in the mess.


Whoaaa… I psyched up seeing him in my room so early, but it was not so unusual to see him at unusual hours at an unusual places. Anyways, morning is always a welcome and I let him use my comp. I was getting freaky, standing in my balcony and wondering, how did he fall two storeys down below from here and still sits comfortably browsing and making me to listen, I must admit, good songs. Grinningly, I conclude … No; it’s not abnormal when it’s him!


It’s a new session and new faces have appeared in neighborhood. For me and my friends, they are entirely new creatures, a new variety who we don’t rag or OP them. We see them each day in washroom and wonder, how all water get sponged up. It’s really horrible for me to run for a bath at such early hours. Depriving me of my privileges, they have frantically been negotiating with my patience and to quote an instance, have impetuously hijacked faucet from my favorite shower room. Incitingly, they have put a rope around the place where I stand and shine the holy and only whiteness, my body possesses. They laugh at things that I don’t seem to understand. As they run with their buckets all through the floors of our block, I wonder how mere 10 of them flush up whole supply by 8 AM. Considering they are MATKAs, I have no other option but to agree, there is nothing abnormal in it when it’s them!


The craze for bodybuilding is surging up with secretive creatine strategies and I am hearing and seeing all big deals happening on phone, through net and storing useful confidential data in C drives. The consumption of milk has considerably increased. People also take a dozen bananas from mess against the tacit rule of two. I am sorry, but as far as bodybuilding.com savvy friend of mine is concerned, we all keep pondering over the reason he has been beefing up his muscles. I suppose, it’s not abnormal too.


If it comes to our ways of orienting the fellows coming to us, there is typicality and whole thing converges to one aspect. All of them must expect a question and only question; How may of us have f***ed a p******ute and how many of you want to? Afterwards, it all about just getting bored and frustratingly ending up very soon. Surprise, yes, if a guy appears all of sudden from his world and does things thinking those are going to rank him the worst, Should I consider it abnormal? No, it’s better and easier to be infamous in a minute than to keep murmuring high and low and crapping unnecessarily for hours.

I am sitting in mess.
The good person beside me requests, “boiled rice please”.
“There is none in it, my friend”, I look at him, rueful.
“re mos, okhane bhaat achche? joldi pathaa” accentuating in his regional flavor, he piled up his goodie and began with his all five.. I thought better to leave mess.
Was it abnormal?


No, seems like I have abnormally landed up in the regality of a place so red and Bong Bong!!



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Away and alone.......

I kept running. Sweats were oozing out. My forehead was wet. I had never been in life so desperate. My eyes were burning and my brain had no sense of what I was doing. My legs disobeyed me. I fell, I fell lethally.

Sudden burst of rain got me conscious. The moon was absent and darkness in the sky seemed to tease me. My legs were aching and I just managed to sit and look around. The lights of far off street lamps were still visible but they now didn't pull me. Nor did the long TV tower red light that I often saw and wondered why the light had been placed. I was wet to bottom but felt no need to rise. Rain stopped soon and I was left in a pool. I cared not to stand, lied down again and slept. The chirrups got me up quite early .It was still night for the city to begin. And I knew I had to make my way away. I searched my pockets, looked here and there and gave a big sigh. It was cut from inside. In fact it was with almost my every shorts. I cursed myself and much more I blamed my mom for it. I cursed my mom not because she didn't care for my shorts, but because she bought it from the same shop again and again. I didn't like that shopkeeper for many reasons. I hated him for all his habits. He had a big moustache and hair all over his body. And of course, he resembled RAWANA, the dangerous character my grandma told in a story. Once he had lifted me up in his arms. And he did not let me down till I started to weep. I don't why I wept but then he let me down hurriedly and I ran to my mom. I thought his shop's shorts didn't have good pockets. The last time when we went to his shop, I complained his shorts were loose. But he pulled my shorts down in front of everybody to prove...... God knows what he was with me up to!!!!!!!

It was still late night for the city. The barricades were opened for the heavy vehicles to enter the city. Near the bridge on highway was a temple, where nearly all the vehicles stopped and took the blessings from the lord for safe journey. I remembered this place very well. We too had often passed by here and my mom had said about the holiness of this place. I liked it much because this place had got a lot of bells, in fact I never could count them all. My father would help me to reach those bells and I just waved them with both of my hands I remembered, way back at home, when all of us got early in morning and went to our puja room. All my family sung the vandana in chorus however I never could completely sing with them. I wanted the puja to be finished very quickly. Yes, I did wait for the Prasad which tasted very sweet and I always wondered why mom couldn't mix my chocolates to it.

I wanted to touch the bell. I jumped but couldn't make to it. I tried again, took few steps back and ran to jump. I again failed and was about fall........

I got jerked and woke up in the dead of night. I tossed over and slept again. The morning was fine as we had a holiday. We all got up at our usual and at breakfast time, Dad asked whether we wanted to go somewhere. I replied... "Yes" and I played the bells again.