Somewhere In This World

There is fun in wondering about things. In thinking about what would happen if I did 'this', and what would happen if I convince him to do 'that'. In wondering that somewhere on this earth, someone right now would be writing his resignation letter, someone would be thrashing his boss out of frustration and anger, someone would be taking his new born child in his arms, and someone would be weeping over the loss of his loved one.

Is it strange to think it all? Is it impossible for these things to happen all together? Is it foolish to be lost in these thoughts or is it wise to go on this parrel journey along with our existence? Whatever it is, there is fun. Let me take you to this dreamland, come take my hand.

Right now as you read this blog,  you're either seated on your couch (or bed), or perhaps you're lying down with your droid up your nose, (that even falls down flat on your face once or twice every night), or perhaps you're walking back home reading this. Imagine, somewhere in this world someone would be writing his PhD thesis, someone would be rehersing his acting script, and someone would be making love to his beloved wife.

So many people across this globe, would be doing so many different things, and considering all doable activities in proportion to the total population, that gives us an ample amount of overlap of activites. So, how feasible it seems for so many people to be doing the same set of activity at the same time.

When I wrote this blog, there would have been so many other people too writing something, perhaps some might be writing blogs too, and in an adverse case someone would be writing something with the same title as well, and some two people might have named their sons with the same names, who might someday later catch each other in the same class and be referred to as 1 and 2.

Does it seem impossible?

Not to me.

Here, I explain how- remember when you sit down to create a new email ID or buy a web-domain and how every name that you choose is already taken by someone else. You see, how different people have the same thoughts running in their skulls. So my opinion is why can't that same thought run in different minds at the same time? Of course it can.

There are happy things that I often think of, and there are bad things that I think more often. Like, when the sun dawns I think that if God were to look below on earth, he would only see people as moving dots, all running and jogging careless of the biting cold. At night if he would look down again, he would only see two sets of people, one drinking in the company of friends, the other glued together in naked pairs.

Then there are joys and fears, dreams and accomplishments.  Imagine someone would be jumping happily on receving his offer letter, someone would be receiving final retirement handshakes at the end of his last day at office. Someone might be scared and shrinked in a corner of his room, feared of the cops to come and book him, someone would be  regretfully gulping down saliva with a loaded gun in his hands. Someone would be desparately calling their loved one for help, and someone would be waving and beating his hands badly as the water would be pulling him down.

Someone would be seated back on his chair and dreaming of buying his first car tomorrow, someone might be just excited to reap a million rupees out of his demat account today, someone might be taking a resolution to quit smoking as he crushed the butt of his cigar and exhaled the last puff. And someone might be just limping back home with a few left-over coins after the grocerry shopping with a mind to give them to his son.

There would be Grandpas taking there little masters on a walk with his index finger in their fists, and there would be Grandmas singing lullabies to put the children to sleep. There would be parents discussing their children's bad habits amongst each other, and there would be mothers asking their son what would he like to have for dinner. There would be people stoned in thoughts and breathing heavily, and there would be people walking unstably in a lingering hangover. There would be some refusing to eat meat offered by friends and some refusing to give friends another piece. There would be perverts trying to talk softly and gentlemens winning all hearts they come across.

There would be someone making his debut and someone offering his retirement. There would be tides hitting the shore and the fog spreating wide on national highways, and there would be a dozen dogs following one little bitch and seven sisters fyling and landing together.

There would be sunflowers waiting for the sun to come back and little yellow chicks brooding in dozens one after the other. And last of all, there would be someone waiting for a new post on this blog page.

Guess, was that you?