"Of all the things that I have lost, I miss my mind the most"

It had been a hectic day. Hustling and bustling, along with the burning heat, she was ready to drop and die.

 

A saying occurred to her again and again. It was coming and circling her head, eating into her thoughts. It was once a tagline in one of her friend’s orkut Profile…

 “Of all the things that I lost, I miss my mind the most”, though a very common tag, it was suddenly disturbing her.

 

The bus was crowded, but more and more people were still boarding it. The atmosphere was suffocating, pushing and struggling for some space, she took her ticket. Crowded buses stifled her. Being an asthma patient as a child, the phobia and nightmares had still not left her. Moreover the jostling crowd seemed to get on her nerves now. Thankfully, the front seat emptied and she sat down. College was still a long way off. Sitting down, she felt herself to be an observer of the sufferings of the people. Isn’t it in a synonymous way that people fight for an inch of ground always? At the end of the day it is all the same, everybody returns to their niches again. Then what is the justification behind this everyday fight, isn’t it just a myth? The world seemed to evaporate in front of her eyes as she felt everything to be a dream, only the parting real. This whole bus of people, who were they? Nobody knew each there, but aren’t we supposed to know our neighbors? Don’t we live in the same world after all… all of them, how many out of them will return back safely to the comfort of their homes within this day? Or who amongst this whole lot, rather “we”, is destined to part this very day? The heat was unnerving now. The tag occurred to her again. She dozed off.

 

It was suddenly a heavy nudge that shook her out of the reverie. It was the huge dark scarred faced man beside her, trying to get down. Even her stop had come; she got down; relieved to be out of the tin furnace at last!

 

Class had started and she was late as usual. Sir was handing out papers. Fearing the inevitable, she took hers; afraid to see the marks. Lo! She had topped the test!

 

Recess, they were hungry. Heading for the canteen, she opened her bag to take out the purse. But it was not their! She groped about, turning the bag inside out, but it had vanished. Money gone, but her cards; the ATM cards…!! Oh God, the purse had either fallen out or stolen. What was she to do now; everything seemed to be in turmoil!

 

She was very upset. Still, their were classes and extra classes to attend. Everything done, she was tired.

It was the end of a day, a day to remember. The raging sun had almost gone down, finished with plundering peoples energies. She was in the auto returning home. Hoards of people were occupying the streets. A political rally was in progress. People were shouting, horns blaring, a child crying… the day rewinded in her mind.

Was it a bad day or a good one?

The tagline occurred to her again as she sat silently. The auto had stopped in a traffic jam. A boutique was standing lighted beside the road. People were busy shopping inside. A T- shirt was displayed in the shop window, lighted up with green light. She stained her eyes to read the words written across its chest.

It read, “Of all the things I have lost, I miss my mind the most!”

I was indeed pick pocketed yesterday :( and I lost all my ATM and debit cards. Was just surprised at the pernicious individuals who did this. I am indeed angry at them and frightened of my papa [called Hitler papa sometimes], who scolded me a lot. :(

Please do read and comment on my efforts if you find this post popping up anywhere near you :P