The Emperor of Solitude

There was no room for him in the empire. He hardly spoke. Some thought he was mad, some thought he was snobbish. He wasn’t a skillful soldier anyways. He was summoned by the royal court and found guilty for not helping a fellow soldier in a war. His crime was not serious, but the intent of the court and the indifference of the people were unyielding and he was ostracized and imprisoned; a merciless, yet a relatively harmless, sentence.

Its been ten years now. The grueling sun and the luminescent moon, day after day, are making the prisoner older by a day. His cell lies in the middle of nowhere, guarded by no one, visited by the diverse fauna of the plateau and fenced by the dry fauna.

Hunger, has the prisoner never faced for he befriended the birds who dropped him eatables. Sleep is as sound as it can get. He hardly speaks for there is no human around. The language of other living beings around him is as alien as colors to a blind. But the love among them is as unadulterated as milk in cows’ glands.

The animals found solace in the prisoner’s shadow. It was as if he touched them, caressed them. They sat in his shadow, in honest turns, until the sun called it a day; gazed at him in the moonlight. His soul touched them through his shadows and his aura; while he just laid there, endlessly thinking. Contemplating things known only to him. He is not conspiring against anyone, for he is already in a locked up cell; to which he is so used to that he embraces life imprisonment in it. He does not dwell on the past deeds or misdeeds, nor does he chalk out the future. He thinks, in the present, about the happiness he can accumulate. He doesn’t need tangible things for happiness, for if the soul is happy he is happy.

In the middle of nowhere, the unusual, incomprehensible contentment and bliss of his leaks out if him and emanates from his cell all around. The living creatures near him cherish it and worship him for it. They view him as an angel, their king, their master. He is the emperor of solitude.

The emperor of solitude can live only in imprisonment, the depths of which wouldn’t be understood by anyone. Ones who try to understand it, or try to mend his ways, would free him from his cell. This will cause suffocate him, torture him, like a tunnel would do to a claustrophobic. The emperor will become mad and will have to be ostracized again.

Dark Black is White and Light White is Black

This is my first blog. It was initially posted as a Guest Post on http://nogard.wordpress.com/2008/02/10/dark-black-is-white-and-light-white-is-black-guest-post/

Have you ever wondered about the opposite universe or rather the “same universe” in the opposite universe?

Well, this being a guest blog: a Disclaimer: Nothing written here reflects mental health of the actual blogger. He has been kind enough to allow me a small space in his not (yet) so popular blog. He must hence be viewed with respect and not with contempt after reading this.

Or rather; Claimer: Everything written here reflects the mental health of the actual blogger. He has been cruel enough to disallow me a big space in his popular blog. He must be viewed with contempt and not with respect after reading this.

Getting a feeling! The blogger (or not so blogger) here is writing a blog where he is not supposed to write or better still , the not so blogger here is not writing a blog where he is supposed to write.

The school kids will go home for education and stay in school at nights. They will be punished like “Sit down on the bench”, or better still a teacher would punish by saying, “Take this cane and hit my hand”. Who knows, humans there or lets say aliens to us, might not look like us. They may have heart, kidney, outside their body, and their balls, eyes, inside theirs. They will puke when they are thirsty and drink litres of water when they are not. They might shit/fart with the mouth and spit eat with their asses. Well, these are physical hazards of the opposite universe.

Patients will treat doctors and plumbers would farm. Engineers will paint on the walls, painters will solve differential equations. Lawyers will polish shoes and beggars will be the kings of stock markets. Judges will be tried by the criminals.

People will listen to textbooks, read music, sing a dance and dance a guitar. In a courtroom (or a court garden), they will swear on the holy bible (or may be on an unholy toilet paper) that they will speak lies and only lies. Mental hospital will be a place where our patients treat the doctors where as a hospital will be a place where our patients treat mentally retarded doctors.

Or it will be a simple mirror universe like ours, with just the language as opposite, like in the claimer or the disclaimer above. Children will sing, don’t twinkle don’t twinkle big star, why the fuck I give where you are, down below the world so low, like a feaces in the sky. Johny johny no papa, shitting salt, yes papa, telling the truth, yes papa, put down your pants, hahahaha..The kids will start swearing when they are 3. A person who says please, sorry will be a social stigma. Rape will be called cuddling and cuddling will be called rape. People will hate sex. Normal peple will be called gays and gays will be looked down and called normal. Metallica will be psychedelic and Flute will be considered rock.

Physical, occupational, literal, behavioral difference one of them, either of them, all of them, none of them might be the opposite universe.

Ironically, “Half glass full or half glass empty?”, that’s the similarity I guess between the opposite universe and our universe. There it is “Half glass empty or half glass full”. It is creepy to find similarities in the opposite world, isn’t it?