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Little Trisha has 2 things that I like in her. One - she loves reading. Just that her books have rats as the heroes. Duh!! I have been asking her to grow up. Second - she is random. Radiantly random.
This was the recent random thing we did together. That day, she influenced me to a soya milk from the Jolly-Bean’s. Now, soya milk can be boring as sewage. So to give it a bang, they add these ‘chewy pearls’ to it. For the uninitiated, chewy pearls are tiny sweet balls, made using tapioca and dropped lovingly into your drink. If you ever crave to nibble and bite into a soft human body part, you shall try the chewy pearls.
So we walked out, bought our cups and started drinking.
Baby : Jokes time, Daddy!
Daddy : Okay…. Where would a bored cow go?
Baby : Where?
Daddy : Moooooovie, of course!
Ouch!! She giggled at that and got chocked with a chewy pearl. And in a short struggle, she managed to shoot it out of her throat onto the floor. First we thought of cleaning it up. But then we got a new idea. We decided to sit and watch how long can the pearl survive from the shoes of the people walking by.
You won’t believe it. It survived for a long 15 minutes. From an average of 3 pairs of legs passing by every 20 seconds. People weren’t looking down at all but it was as if they were consciously avoiding it. Then we took a photo of that die-hard pearl and left.
So here is a pearl that escaped a bunch of teeth, a throat and survived an army of 300 legs – sure, it had something to tell, isn’t it? Pearl of wisdom! Was that its strong will that made the universe dance around it rather than over it? Din’t the pearl have an universe in itself?
Now, this series can end in 2 ways, depending on which category you fall into.
1. Fantasy Deprived:
Suddenly, the skies opened and a blinding light spoke in a thunderous voice. I couldn’t hear it clearly with my silly human ears. So the voice mumbled that it had rather sent me an SMS.
“The universe is random, actually. There is no meaning to anything. It is your own cognitive mind that stitches the random events and gives it a meaning. In fact, the universe reboots itself in every miniscule quantum of time”
Cool. Hope the Starbucks girl learned how (not) to interpret the coffee stain she made on her shirt. And the voice of the ‘Master of the Universe’ continued.
“By the way, your writing sucks, dude. Don’t listen to S when she persuades you to stretch beyond what you can!”
2. Mentally Somewhat Stable:
It’s the same message in red above. But who the heck is the Master of the Universe? I do try some meditation. Once in a million attempts, my mind does slow down from wandering like a garbage in the storm. Those moments are what I call my connections with the Master of the Universe.
Little Trisha has 2 things that I like in her. One - she loves reading. Just that her books have rats as the heroes. Duh!! I have been asking her to grow up. Second - she is random. Radiantly random.
This was the recent random thing we did together. That day, she influenced me to a soya milk from the Jolly-Bean’s. Now, soya milk can be boring as sewage. So to give it a bang, they add these ‘chewy pearls’ to it. For the uninitiated, chewy pearls are tiny sweet balls, made using tapioca and dropped lovingly into your drink. If you ever crave to nibble and bite into a soft human body part, you shall try the chewy pearls.
So we walked out, bought our cups and started drinking.
Baby : Jokes time, Daddy!
Daddy : Okay…. Where would a bored cow go?
Baby : Where?
Daddy : Moooooovie, of course!
Ouch!! She giggled at that and got chocked with a chewy pearl. And in a short struggle, she managed to shoot it out of her throat onto the floor. First we thought of cleaning it up. But then we got a new idea. We decided to sit and watch how long can the pearl survive from the shoes of the people walking by.
You won’t believe it. It survived for a long 15 minutes. From an average of 3 pairs of legs passing by every 20 seconds. People weren’t looking down at all but it was as if they were consciously avoiding it. Then we took a photo of that die-hard pearl and left.
So here is a pearl that escaped a bunch of teeth, a throat and survived an army of 300 legs – sure, it had something to tell, isn’t it? Pearl of wisdom! Was that its strong will that made the universe dance around it rather than over it? Din’t the pearl have an universe in itself? Now, this series can end in 2 ways, depending on which category you fall into.
1. Fantasy Deprived:
Suddenly, the skies opened and a blinding light spoke in a thunderous voice. I couldn’t hear it clearly with my silly human ears. So the voice mumbled that it had rather sent me an SMS.
“The universe is random, actually. There is no meaning to anything. It is your own cognitive mind that stitches the random events and gives it a meaning. In fact, the universe reboots itself in every miniscule quantum of time”
Cool. Hope the Starbucks girl learned how (not) to interpret the coffee stain she made on her shirt. And the voice of the ‘Master of the Universe’ continued.
“By the way, your writing sucks, dude. Don’t listen to S when she persuades you to stretch beyond what you can!”
2. Mentally Somewhat Stable:
It’s the same message in red above. But who the heck is the Master of the Universe? I do try some meditation. Once in a million attempts, my mind does slow down from wandering like a garbage in the storm. Those moments are what I call my connections with the Master of the Universe.
Rebooting the universe happens in a variety of ways, again all done in a random fashion. I realize we can never end the figuring-things-out phase as it is always age-agnostic; even at 77 you would still ask the direction going to the post office when you are in some Timbuktu island about to mail your handwritten letter. Yes, holidaying at 77. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThe Starbucks girl didn't question anymore the intent of the coffee stain. It was part of the lovely design made that day; in fact, she's wearing the same dress at the moment!
What is fantasy anyway? It's a creation of all forces combined: our mental, emotional states getting it on with the universe, wherever, whatever and however that may be.
What's a question you have for the U?
Cool one, not for the reboot stuff, but for the way you told.. humorous.. Nice..
ReplyDeleteLiked the way you had taken the thread and brought it to conclusion and let our imagination fly high too.. hmm you know what .. rebooting of universe according to me is (as i told you on chat other day)- of course by Lord Krishna (not by me hehehehe)
ReplyDelete"Whatever happened, it happened well.
Whatever is happening, it is happening well.
Whatever will happen, it will also happen well.
What of yours did you lose?
Why or for what are you crying?
What did you bring with you, for you to lose it?
What did you create, for it to be wasted or destroyed?
Whatever you took, it was taken from here.
Whatever you gave, it was given from here.
Whatever is yours today, will belong to someone else tomorrow.
On another day, it will belong to yet another.
This change is the law of the universe "
Hey Vinodha,
ReplyDeleteI have to say, I'm loving Lord Krishna now.
Thank you for the inspiration. I shall take this with me today.
Kay
@ kay : I have always been amused at your perspectives and the colorful way you execute even the usual things. Lets make a deal to send each other a handwritten post card in our 70s. Like your fantasy definition. Would never want to be deprived of fantasy. Now, the big question to the U could be another topic to blog about.
ReplyDeleteLord Krishna, Gita and the epic Mahabaratha are such great beer time topics :))
@macbookpro : Thanks da. Glad you were entertained. But i am offended that the deep stuff did not get any recognition from you :P
@Vinodha : How appropriate to remember the Gita here. 'The Change'! Universe does not wait for anyone to reboot.
Yes Raja. I should start sending you postcards from my (personal) travels. As for the big question to the U, do think about it and let me know. There will be a series of meetings happening sometime soon. ;-)
ReplyDeleteI got to say... not liking your choice of colors here.
ReplyDeleteBaby/Daddy/Baby/Daddy: not readable!
Yellow markings on a sidewalk: not readable!
May be I am 77, but I guess Trisha @ 7 will side with me.
Content: as usual, thats-so-raja... will save this one for a beer discussion.
@ Anty : Oh, how much i would love the beer discussion! Give me a course on colors too, buddy! ;)
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