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Emptiness



To-day is the third of Jan. 2012. The date perceived not to be reached by me in my conscious self some decades ago.But now it is here staring at me point blank.The stark nearness to this date has rendered it so inconsequential for the Mayan prophesy to come true.Everything remains the same.The mornings dwindlle into the same langurous afternoons which snap into evenings which gel into theu unknown bowels of the mysterious nights when everything is fudged up. The subconscious works up through dreams which are uncluttered and seminal and the imbecile in us stares at us in the dark vicinity of our pathetic sleep.
I am rumbling on perhaps I have lost the zeal and subject to go on with my writing.But then does it make any difference? What have the scholars and the great writers achieved by putting forth their wisdom in the voluminous tomes of unlimited numbers.Did they do it to alleviate the morones on this earth or did they do it to rise above the mundane and carve a niche for themselves wherein they bask in the glory of being a class apart to be venerated and idolized.
But then what shall I do?The empty hours turn into mute pauses which are unbearable.The phone rings..I pick it up reluctantly knowing very well that the person on the other end wants to connect in his empty moment .It is a call to get charged.My hand turns leaden and refuses to budge,may be some motor defect.Yet I pick it up.The obtuse person on the other end is feverishly agitated due to the delay in getting connected.The voice is taut and testing to fathom any change in my present state,whether I have touched some new milestone.It droops and relaxes that things stand the same with me.I am preached now and the person on the other end has the complete control on my psyche.His listening is morphed into his tongue.My muted grunts spur him further to feel jubilant and have me under his full control.Then there is a cathartic huff, a bye and cut.I drop the black dud phone on the bed and suddenly feel my index finger getting numb.I give it jerk after jerk but of no use.I panic.I may not lose my finger.I jump and jerk more ,pray to my gods which are numurous and suddenly feel the sensation back in the finger.I lie on the bed -the ominous gadget staring at me like some roguish devil.

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