Clustered Cerebellum

  “Kill them all and rust in peace” was the wording that Mike had put up on one of his walls in his room. This poster was the most prominent amongst all the other death metal band’s posters he had put. Listening to death metal bands and playing video games were his pastime. He would lock himself in his room for hours, even days together. Given a choice he would be like this for ever. His college life was meaningless to him. He never understood what was being taught and what was he reading. His parents were worried as to what is going to come of him. They tried their best to convince him to study and be like everyone else. “I hate all of you, I hate the world, I hate my life, get out of my room” Mike shouted when his mother knocked on his room door. Like any Indian mother, she started crying. “What did I do wrong? Oh God, please help me, what sin have I done?” Mike’s mom prayed. “Your God will not help you, he will never listen to you” Mike lamented. “What in the world is wrong with y

Why are you staring at the keyboard? I want to type something but can’t figure out what to type. Sounds like you are confused Yes, I am confused. Why do you think you are confused? There are too many things happening at the same time, that is why, I guess. Are you guessing or are you sure about it? No, I am not sure about it. Then what are you sure about? I am sure that I want to write something. What is it that you want to write? I don’t know. A story? May be May be? You are still confused Fine, I will write a story. What kind of story? I don’t know Are you this unsure all the time? Yes, I am. Finally, something that you are sure of! Stop. Get out of my mind and let me type. Whatever!! Is he gone? I begin to wonder as I begin to type. The sound of the keyboard slowly started to occupy the room. The silence started to creep in as I started to delve in my story. A hot summer afternoon in Imphal can be sweltering at times making you sweat eve

Oh yes, I have not been blogging for some time. My last post was on the 25th of september 2008, hope I am right. Many people say, that's pathetic for a blogger. Sure it is. So, what do I write now? Well, there are almost a million topics to write about. Which one do I choose? Anyways, here we go. I wake up in the morning and raise my weary hair (oh this one is from Bon Jovi) and I am greeted by death as I pick up the newspaper. Some movie star undergoes an operation and its a frontpage item. Someone blames someone else for something. Robbery news are printed with such precision possibly inviting another few to commit the crime. Murders are reported in detail that you feel like damn, can that happen? Sports page is nothing but cricket and the nation is mad about this game. The business does not look that good either. Recession (the man made situation for money crunch) is breathing down everyone's neck. Layoffs everywhere, cost cutting. The tissues papers have vanished from

"Time does not wait for anyone." Heard that a million times. Exageration? May be or may be not. "I dont have time for it now." Heard that a thousand times. I am sure about that. "I dont know how to manage my time?" Ah, this one, heard a couple of hundred times. "I dont know how you find time to blog when you have so many other stuff to do?" Heard that about ten times or so. Now, this is more confusing than the first 3 statements. My simple explanation is "I take out some time to write something. Now, thats not that bad. It makes me relax a bit and get back to my work. But a lot of us have different opinions about the way others work. The reality is, if you keep blogging regularly and something goes wrong with your main work, then the explanation that will follow is; "You keep blogging, thats why your work went wrong". As simple as that. So, what to do? Keep blogging and find time to blog.

Old story, new writing. “Guys, teacher’s day is coming up and we got to organise the event”, screamed Gautham. Yeah man, was the answer that everyone else echoed. That was 26th August 1995, the school: Manipur Public School, place of conversation: The canteen. Now, we were in the 12th standard, our last year of school, never thought of leaving this school in the last 12 years but this was our last year. 16 of us had made it to the 12th year in the same school. A bunch of die hard school lovers. We had the best and the worst amongst us. The best in studies was with us as well the worst. We were friends and we were the seniormost in the school. It was OUR school and we could do anything that we wanted. Be it anything, from ragging new comers to bunking class to organising events, the 16 of us handled everything. So, it was time for us to continue the school tradition of having the seniormost students in the school organise the teacher’s day event. This event is the biggest one. I still r