हिंदी में ब्लौग !!

मैं सोच रहा हूँ कि मैं एक ब्लौग हिन्दी में लिखूँ। पर इसको लिखने में समय तो बहुत लग जायेगा क्योंकि मैं वास्तविक कुंजीपटल के द्वारा हिंदी लिखता हूँ। पर फ़िर भी, कोशिश तो करूँगा !! =)

By the sea side

I am writing this simply because I am just downright bored !! I can imagine a few people mailing me rather select criticisms on this, but what the heck !! Phooey !! =)

He stood silently, staring at the raving sea. Mad, he said to himself, and smiled.

She stood besides him, staring into his raving eyes. Mad, she said to herself, and smiled.

He came there often, looking at the way the waves came at him, charging towards him with a relentless fury. Then, just as it seemed they would engulf him and impale his bottom on Neptune's trident, they died down, barely approaching him, tiny ripples, coughed up by false arrogance. He used to laugh madly then, drowining himself not in water, but in the mad joy of having triumphed over natures wrath.

She loved him dearly. Why, she never knew, but she just did. It was almost something that she realised had to be done. Kind of like the daily mundane routine she had of getting up in the morning and going straight to the crapper, sitting there for 20 minutes, then getting up and going about her daily business. Even though most of the times the trips were futile, she had hope something would come out. Similarly, with him, she hoped someday something would come out (now that could be interpreted in many ways, some rather naughty).

This day however, he laughed not at his power of having triumphed over nature. No...that day had long passed ever since a rather large wave swept him 100 meters out into the sea, and his bottom did not have the joy of being impaled on Neptune's trident, but in fact felt firsthand the wrath of a few eccentric jelly fishes. Since then, the laughter was but a memory. He felt the same way about many things now; life had given him many joys at which he had laughed, but those blasted jelly fishes had taken them all. He laughed however, at the thought of being here, in front of the sea, for as long as he had known, stuck in a rut that he had become familiar with, like the path of a pendulum, never changing.

She just laguhed because she was just downright bored out of her mind, and because whenever he laughed, he tended to bray like a donkey.

Towards the light

He was flying hard. Very hard. Just a few days he had discovered an abomination on his back. At first, he freaked out, unable to comprehend the meaning of that monstrosity. It was later, during his frantic convulsions, that he realised that the more he moved his muscles, the abominations slowly moved as well. The paranoia and fear were transformed into jubilation and excitement. Those things were his to command !!

Soon he learnt how to use them. It took him some time to come to terms with them. Finally he figured that they were there to lift him up and carry him away somewhere. However, he still had no idea how to use them. A few pathetic attempts over the coming days would give him that lesson, and a lot of rather nasty bruises. The bruises hurt a lot. Many times he wanted to just give it all up and stay stuck in the nest deep inside his mind. Yet finally, he managed to figure it all out. He could now fly !!

He flew and flew and flew. And he flew. He could see it shining in the distance. It had always intrigued him. What on earth is that shiny thing, he often asked himself, while sitting in his nest, pondering over the myraid complexities that mazed around him. I wonder if I'll ever reach it, he would ask. But now he had that chance. And he struggled as hard as he could to move towards it.

He struggled, he struggled hard. The winds howled and tried to make him fall back into his nest. Random creatures of nightmares came and tore at his mind. Wisps of unknown darkness came and shrouded his vision of the light. Yet he carried on.

Someday...