KANOON KA BADLA

TIME: NOX-BATS INVASION
LOCATION: DREAMYLAND

Still as calm as a child in dreamless slumber...even though suspended from the cosmic consciousness... undistinguished dissonances stave off to perish!! I foresee a judicatory frame-up. The priest of justice attired in black has taken his stance. A fierce smirk bombed with wrath and a stare that weltered my underpants right on…fires a question… “Are you Guilty??”

“GUILTY??…WHO?? ME..?? What have I done milord?”

“You have been ascertained of umpteen infringements against the law of human desires…thence the temple of justice calls for an immediate execution of the accused and thereby shield the society from such an ogre.”

“Ogre???Me??…No…Please Don’t do this to me…I have no clue what is this all about…I don’t eat human flesh…I just had a normal meal last night…Seekh Kabab…Rogan Josh… tandoori chicken…err…!!! It’s a mistake… nooo…”

I am going…going….gooinn…goooo…..guuuu….uuuuu…..Blurred effigies…!!
(Probably Slaughtered)

DHAN TE NAN!!! …… (Phone ring…the Saviour…thanks a lot Shahid!!)

TIME: 6:45 am
LOCATION: HUMANKIND

Coming back to life, I plumped up on one toe and took a close glance in the gigantic mirror and examined every region of my body. Fingers were laid out where they were supposed to be, ornaments remained untouched… (Thank god!!!), no pocks on the face either… SALVAGED!!! It was just another nightmare..!!

A Bad Dream that was. A mental activity that is a gateway to a paranormal or supernatural realm, although researcher claim this articulation to be sleazy and superannuated. Nowadays, hardly anyone believes that dreams are messages from god. However we still cant deny that dreams offer entry to a different universe. A paranormal universe of OUT-OF-BODY EXPERIENCE, cosmic messages and blissful nirvana. I am definitely not a sleep scientist who can provide the technical insights though…through my observance I feel that dreams are a glazed over manifestation of our day-to-day action mechanism.

Whatever we do or wish to do, whatever we think or bid to win, our thought process amasses those fragmentized pieces and runs a blockbuster flick every night. (I am privileged to witness a Matinee-Show as well)…Full of action and full-on drama…I would like to add some overtly intimate panoramas as my dreams are confined within my nous. No wonders I’ve slept over with infinite hotties. ;-)

By now you must have interpreted that I have all the time in this world to write whatever that’s crossing my head. Well…the point is to WRITE…whatever it takes…!!!

So…coming back to my blockbuster (KANOON KA BADLA)… being an analyst by profession I have inculcated a bad habit of getting hitched with each and every weirdest possible problematic or non-problematic situation thrown at me. J (Self adulations)!!!

APPLAUD GUYS

What could have been my thoughts on the preceding day? What can I probably think other than good food and good music? Yah…Chicks I suppose!! (Well that’s beyond coverage area) so the probability climbs up…however if I just recall…the priest of justice (aapna JUJ!!!) called me an Ogre…!! Synonymously…a demon, monster, cannibal…!!

I PROTEST…What for??? I am a good boy… infact a COMPLAN boy. ;-) Why would he need to shield the society from an innocent and adorable chap like me?

Pertaining to the flesh-eating connection, somehow I feel that it has relativity to my eating habits. The investigation is still on…so just hang in there. Well I have my critic at home. My Father, a vegetarian to the bone marrow of vegetarianism, often prophesies the good-king-henry benefits of being a vegetarian. Unbelievable but true… My Grandmother would not step into our home if she comes to know that we cook non-veg at home.

O Teri… the fogginess seems to elucidate now. I remember I was out with my friends last night when I called up home and informed my mom not to wait for me for dinner as I am out in Jama Masjid with my pals and will have dinner there itself. I drooled over AL-JAWAHAR’S delicious and stomach-malicious ROGAN JOSH…an exceptionally orgasmic mughalai cuisine…and the seekh kebabs with khameeri roti can bring love for non-vegetarian food into existence for any XYZ living being…including the four legged species as well.

Quenched to the brim…and adding a final goodbye signature to the get-together with Old Delhi’s famous Banarasi Paan… I reached home before exceeding the IST acceptable norms generally taken care by our caring and over-protective parents.

What better could have I asked for…Father opened the door... I wanted to steal a glance from him and rush straight away to my room for the reasons known to all…but in vain. To my misery I had to be subjected to his fierce smirk bombed with wrath and a stare that weltered my underpants right on!!!

There you go… mystery is unfolded!!! The priest of justice…none other than my DEAREST FATHER!!!

I wish I could make a sequel…KANOON SE BADLA ;-)