Insanely sane… Surviving qualmless.

Insanely sane… Surviving qualmless.
I'm not a perfect person, But I never meant to do those things; And so I have to say before I go, That I just want myself to know. I've found out a reason for me,; To change who I used to be A reason to start over new, and the reason is you. I've found a reason to show, A side of me you didn't know; A reason for all that I do, Before I let you go...

Friday, May 1, 2009

"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


Mahesh Sindbandge said...

I am hoping i am the first....

yaar..u make readers get so much involved..... it suprises me sometimes.....

I wonder sometimes ki main aisa kyun nahi likh sakta jaise ki tum log likhte ho...:)

This was really a good post...with that saying coming up again and again..:)

Very good post diya...

Mahesh Sindbandge said...

Yup..i am the first.;)

Mahesh Sindbandge said...

Offline things that i had to say..
u can delete it if u like to...

as ur template is black like mine, use a font size which is a better than this.... may be u can use the one i use...

first of all its too small and it gives a certain uneasy feeling diya... NOM .... just thought to let you know....

i felt it , so here i am shouting at you :P

BTW i ahppened to write a love story, just because you asked me to write one and i ahvent seen you there much..

Until u come i am not gfoign to post my part 3 of the story :p

oo7 said...

i lost 4500, my ATM, my voter ID on 12 of this month.Thanx to some pick pocketer at Chandni chowk.

I was so furious at myself.

shit happens....what's important was the lesson i learned.

Diya said...

@ Anubhav
Yeah you are first :) I owe you a treat for that :P
Thankxx for all the comments, and thanks for appreciating me soooo much. I don't know if I am worthy of so much praise, but you did that, so humble as I am, I am accepting that ;) :P :)
And believe me, the poise and elegance that I find in your writing is something which i miss in most. Toh, apne baare mein aur kuch bhi kaha na toh... Treat Withdraw. ;)
And, sorry sorry very sorry, I returned just yesterday, so just did not have much of an oppourtinity to go through the latest posts. Will definitely be their, don't you worry... :) And I will will will read and comment on your fabulous story dear. :)
Huzzzzzs Cutie. :)
Bye, keep visiting. :)

Diya said...

@ Anubhav
Thanks for all your 'off line suggestions' even :P
I will definitely keep them in mind. But as is my liking, I appreciate some colors and some styles... but I will definitely keep your suggestions in mind. :)
And you can shout whenever you wish, apna hi samaj lena. ;)
Bye. :)

Diya said...

@ 007
He he he he ha ha ha ha
Felt like laughing so muuuuch that I could not control myself. sorry, since yesterday everybody has been laughing at me, even the puny pick pocket... so ab meri time hai, he he :P
Yeah, even I was furious, but just couldent show it... Papa tha. :(
Neways, toh ab se hum aur tum co parners, ok? Dono ka hi pocket maar ho gaya! We are same-group-brothers now, lol ;) He he :P

oo7 said...

grrrr this is not funny.. you know how much i was scolded by my cousin sis.

anyways... we do have a common experience now. lol

tc dear

Diya said...

@ 007
he he, valid for you to get scolded. ;)
You should be scolded rather, careless ;) :P
Neways, dont be angry dear, huzzzzs :) he he ;) :P

Randeep said...

Hehe. This happens everyday, to one or to another. But we just dont care.. until it happens to us. Anyway dont worry. papa can understand. I like the heading very much/.

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


Diya said...

@ Randeep
HA ha. thanxx :)