Clustered Cerebellum

“I wake up in the morning And I raise my weary head I got an old coat for a pillow And the earth was last night's bed I don't know where I'm going Only God knows where I've been I'm a devil on the run A six gun lover A candle in the wind” I always wake up with a song. Today it was Bon Jovi’s blaze of glory spinning in my head ever since I opened my eyes. On most days, the song vanishes after some time, while on some days, it remains the whole day. I don’t hum the song but it is there somewhere in my brain, playing itself out. “I am going to be late for my tuition class”, I thought, as I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock. Imphal, the capital of Manipur, the place where I was born some 16 summers/winters ago, is known for its tuition culture. Almost every student of every school of every class goes for a tuition class. Some before they go to school while some after the school hours and for some both before and after school. It appears tha

“Here we are, alright, I will see you later” Suhas said as he slowed down his car in front of his apartment building. “Alright man, see you later” I said as I got down the car. “Good evening sir” said the security guard as I crossed the gate. Holy hell, I have been here for more than 6 months and I don’t know this guy’s name. That is so not me. What is wrong with me? Good evening sir, I mumbled as I walked towards the lift lobby. I don’t know what is going on with me. I am not the person that I used to be, that is for sure, but what went wrong? Was it my inability to earn something decent every month? Or was it my inability to keep her happy? All she wanted for me to do was to buy her stuffs. That is all. Everything was fine when we started off. Yeah, that seems to be the story for everyone when it starts. Everything is rosy and nice in the beginning and then everything goes for a toss. The very thing that attracted you to that person becomes something that you just can’t sta

It’s been a while since I last wrote anything.  January 12 th was the last time I could type something and paste somewhere. It is sometimes mind boggling to know how much you want to type but you just cannot. You have these ideas doing somersaults in your brain ready to be inked but somehow you manage to not type anything. After a while you don’t remember what you were thinking. You pass by some place and then it inspires you to do something, you want to write down a phrase, a stanza, a verse, but you just can’t. Concentration takes a vacation when you really want to have it. It is difficult for someone like me, who prefers to write than talk. I do talk but if you give me a choice, I rather write than talk. Then again, I can't write all the time. You see. So, what am I writing about? No idea. That is the way it has been, I start off idealess and then it goes everywhere it can. Trying to make some sense while I type has been a way for me. Some people have known my writing way b