Neo Imaginations

Parking his bike under the shade he walked the remaining steps murmuring in frustration.  It was early morning of  first day of the week at office. So i was wondering  the reason for his early morning frustration. With due concern i asked him, " Ambuja Sir ! you look little disurbed." "These Tyre companies are simply looting us. Yesterday i bought a new tyre for my bike because the previous one did not last long." replied Ambuja Sir. Why?  How much did it last ? I inquired curiously. "Just 10 years old and it lost all the grip." ( Bus dus saal mein hi pura ghis gaya )   replied Ambuja Sir . Unable to control my laughter i left the place instantly and laughed my guts out inside the washroom. One decade of  rigorous use and he expected his tyre to serve him even more. That was Ambuja sir for you. He is the man who never laughed. Being serious and stressed out was his innate art. He perspired more than his daily intake of water...

I am a born lottery winner. As if the whole world is suddenly conspiring to make me the richest breathing man on earth. Everyday the delight of finding e mails conveying my million million dollar lottery wins has crossed all limits of euphoria. Why I am still working in the first place ? Never bought a single lottery ticket in my life and here I am flooded with solicitation requests to claim my winning amounts in dollars. I am randomly the luckiest  soul on earth . Every lottery Kingpin has a moral obligation to make me one of their winners. There is a stiff competition in the international market to shower dollars on me. I wonder if my bank would ever have the space to accommodate my dollar goodies.  But i am a lazy soul so I don't furnish my details and skip the mails. But my lottery patrons never get annoyed or demoralized. They either send me reminder mails to claim the prize money or proliferate even more lotteries on my name. The motive is to make me rich and ...

  Utopia ( Meaning- an imagined place or state of things in which everything is perfect. ) Often we pass the best days of our lives craving for something called Utopia. For us the perfect world never exist, We are always in short of small and big things. We are always in short of time, occasion, opportunities, money, love and all that we can afford not to have. And over the time the addiction for this hope goes so insane that we feel at peace with this feeling of longingness for something we don't have. We love to imagine ourselves in short of n number of things, until "One day''.                                       Until one day something goes wrong with the things we already had. Until the equilibrium we were living with gets disturbed, until we lose something we always had but never valued. That is when we pray almighty for normalcy. Normalcy with which we were living t...