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Cloudia The Perpendicular Universe

The city is crying. Tears of grief that clouds withheld for years are falling down in unison through a bazillion eyes. Their croon – voices of thunder, shrieks of acute pain that emanate because a reaper’s scythe has cracked them open with a lightning, go unheard, unnoticed like an inevitable backdrop. They have come with colossal rivers and they are going to pour till they run dry.

As I look up at the grey that clouds our judgement, the city appears to be sad. Roads are clogged with vehicles. Every brow has a frown. Engines purring non-stop. People dying to get to their destination. Vehicles looking at the clear lane with jealous eyes as some whoosh pass by. Bikes squeezing through the narrowest of paths, whilst cars blocking them deliberately to destroy their progress. Malice grinning behind the wheels. My city carries that din that constantly knells in your head till you find a quiet. There is a constant air of confusion, of endless commotion in every eye, in every heart, a restlessness to be somewhere, far away from the dead roads.

It took me an hour to get to my room. All that time I kept thinking if I had taken a different route, maybe a different street, I could have made it a little earlier. Albeit all those what-ifs, conundrums of possibilities and probabilities account to nothing once you are home, in the back of my head, I was well aware of another day that was to come with the eventuality of yet another jam. All those roads not taken are going to haunt me again with time. All those choices in my life, all those poor decisions that took me to a halt, all those bad cuts I took that stopped me at roadblocks are going to mash up in my face one day and say:

You didn’t live enough. You didn’t live right. They gave you time and you squandered it in us clogs.

Half of my life I have been stuck up in inexorable circumstances, doing things that wouldn’t probably matter in any possible dimension. Immobile. Just hanging there, doing nothing! If I reckon every single moment I wasted, just breathing in a swarm that doesn’t go anywhere, or following orders that don’t take me to a destination, just lying in my bed staring at the fan, or doing something pointless to kill time, I would end up, to be precise, with my entire life. Sadly I have wasted every bit of it. Not just me. Everyone on this planet has. Unaware about our true purpose, and leaving things to destiny, we have basically done nothing. We are too lazy to do anything. Too stupid to fathom our real purpose. We are just passing time, waiting for the inadvertent to happen to us, and someone or something to approve of us. We are just going with the flow, slaying time so that one day we age to death.

It weeps for days here. A downpour like that, seems like nature has simply given up on us. Weather’s been changing abruptly. There were earthquakes a couple of days ago. Tsunamis with forks that plan on eating a big chunk of our land.

Is that why nature’s angry? That we haven’t figured it out yet? Is it time for nature to swallow us up and start a new project? Are we failures too just like dinosaurs, our ancestral relatives? Is it time for a better-brained evolution to succeed us?

If that were the case these tears are justified. Just wish we could do something to ease the pain!

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All this time I have been chasing tails, trying to fit in. This new place is filled with alien faces. I do have company of known countenances. Yet I feel, as if I have been lifted up deliberately and put into another chess board altogether. I didn’t ask for this. So why was I chosen? O wait! I just got the answer to that, fate likes to do me.

I have been taught to survive in the worst. (Pfft……as if I was in the CIA) The heat is punishing. Chennai isn’t the land for the timid. I have been summoned here for a purpose, I surmise. My life’s story was supposed to have this twist. Albeit I never saw that coming, I am still glad my life isn’t stagnant. I embrace this inevitable change, just with a frown. I know good is what ousts from everything I have ever experienced. At least I like to believe so. I think it is so far so good, since I have made it this far. I just trust the goddamn guts of my writer who knows what he is doing. (O he doesn’t have a clue, does he?)

Though dumped into this punishing city, I have managed to pull myself up. Most of the people here are friendly. The rest have kept their friendly fire on. Hindi, my mother tongue, all of a sudden, is like music to my ears. The minority from the North use it and I am glad they do. They somehow make this place a better place to live in for homesick guys like me.

Population here is dense. The way just like any other metropolitan city prefers it. But buses here remind you of a famous internet meme of a fully packed bus insinuating a WinRar file. Yep, I am talking about the Bus.rar file. Yeah it is some sight. It reassures you that you are still in India. I am not sure whether I used a sarcasm there.

Food, another entity that constantly badgers you and keeps reminding you of the fact that you need to be homesick, could be a little bit more delicious here, but is still edible considering our rapacious Northern palates. We have resorted, as of now, to some of the Northern food caterers who actually manage to succeed about 40% in satiating our Northern demands. Like I said, so far so good.

Places of attraction here bum us out as the city is vast. And by vast I mean ‘holy-crap-on-the-crackers’ large. We become victims to slumber as soon as we start our sojourn. We keep regretting our decision even when we are about to reach our destination. Sometimes we wonder if we could make it back alive. It is only when we return that we decide to postpone all our future ventures till we own a better mode of making our commute. This has happened numerous times now. Yet we never learn.

The heat would simply blow your mind away. It just simply gives you in the ass. No doubts in that department. No wonder everyone calls the city one of the hottest in the country. It is however a little delightful when it is raining. But I haven’t seen proper cats and dogs falling from the skies yet.

Whatever the city might have in store for me, or fate, for that to matter, I just know I am going to nail it. I have a bigger life in preparation. I cannot whine for the smaller trivial stories. I am prepared. I have donned my armor as well as that formidable smile that scare children. (Yeah they totally pee their pants!)

The fact would always stare back at you fate. Yeah you listening there bud? I will be prepared for the worst and be ready for the best. I will always be my hero in this life and in every other lives to come. I will see you at the other end. Bring it on life!