God in a Box

(This is a fictional story and any characters that have any sort of resembalance to any person dead or alive is a mere coincidence and never intended by the writer)



God in a box watches this world....

My head is spinning. Or the room is spinning. Or maybe the whole world is spinning. I haven't been to work for 6 days now. My mobile has ran out of power after the barrage of missed calls and messages from them. The last one I read yesterday was maybe - "Ur fired if u don't show up today". Why haven't I got up today?

God in a box runs this world....

Why havent things changed all these years? Why am I asking myself such questions? The landline phone is ringing, I havent picked it up for 3 days now. Last time around it was my mother, she wanted to know why I havent been replying to any of their calls or messages and why haven't I come home. I don't quite know why. Empty beer bottles on the floor are staring at me. Last sunday was it? Yes....I suppose, I have lost count of days now. The shopkeeper was surprised too. He's probably never seen me picking up beer...

God in a box guards over us....

Scenes from a movie. No....It's more like a distant past. I think so. Maybe....
A girl - You know what.....I think I love you...
A boy - Ok.
A girl - ok? Is that all?
A boy - What am I suppose to say?
A girl - I....nothing I guess.....
A girl - I love you!
A boy - Are you sure?
A girl - I am sure, are you not sure?
A boy - I don't know....What if it's not love and just some temporary phase...
A girl - I don't know....
A boy - I am not ready for love....I need to find about my life first.....
A girl - I am sorry, I was just kidding....
A boy - Yeah, thank god! You got me there for a moment....

And then darkness faded over, and I cud'nt quite see the girl and the boy. Who were they? There's still some beer left in that bottle, but its too far, I can't move...I need to stand up and turn the light on. Stop this madness. You've gone too far. Return to the sensible world. What would the neighbours think? Get up....wash ur face....

God in the box makes us stand....

I can't get up...But I have to. I somehow make it to the mirror. It's dark. But there's light streaming into the room. I can see my face, but I don't really recognize it anymore. I look hard into my eye, is there anyone still there. Don't help them to bury the light, don't give in without a fight. Noooo, what am I fighting for....I turn on the light, I haven't seen light for days now I suppose.

God in a box gives us hope.....

Maybe I can find her, and she can help me understand. It's been five years. I haven't talked to her in five years now. I need to drive over to her place....I am in no condition to drive...I think I can....I check my clothes....I wash my face, I stare at my face.....I get the keys....I lock the door....I walk down the stairs....

God in a box forgives us.....

I haven't driven for days now. Can I handle this thing? I can, I think so.... Illuminated roads, illuminated cars, illuminated souls? Everyone is rushing back to get somewhere...Home? Yes home definetely. Where's my home? I could'nt call that my home, and I could either call that my home. Strange isnt it. I am getting old and I need something to rely on. Why are these songs troubling me? Just get them out of my head please...

I have been driving for almost an hour, and here I am. This is supposed to be it. That's her apartment. It's festive season. Lights all around. Not my lights though. Isnt it amazing that sometimes you can run the whole 99 miles, but at the last mile you stop and wonder - why exactly am I here? Makes no sense. Butterflies in my stomach. What if she's not here anymore? What if she doesnt even remember me? What if she's married by now? She said - "whenever in your life you get drunk, you call me up!" I promised that and I am just keeping a promise I suppose...

God in a box is trapped in the box??

I ring the bell? Will it be her? I dont know! Butterflies....No....It's someone else.....It's her parents.....She's died six days back....

God in a box is not in the box......

The Storm in a Tiny Tea Cup

The Tiny Tea Cup peeked out of the cupboard to see if anyone was around. No one really, just the salt and pepper shakers. The other tea-cups were in the hands of the guests it seemed.

And suddenly the maid walked in with the silver tray with those beautiful floral teacups. Tim (the tiny tea cup), quietly closed the door of the cupboard, leaving it just slightly open, to watch them. And in that skulky corner of his he watched them all day long, talking about such fascinating things in the living room, and about people wearing such amazing clothes.

He had never seen the living room. When he was younger, he was told about all fascinating stories of the living room, and his only wish was that he would one day hold tea in him for guests in the living room. But for some reason he was never used. And his eagerness turned into hope, which had later turn into despair, and now he felt like his purpose of being of being a teacup was defeated.

"Oh, you're the most ugliest tea cups ever, why would they use you," a snobbish yet elegant tea cup had informed him last month. And it was true, undoubtedly. What use is an ugly tea-cup I suppose. Even salt shakers are better than that, atleast they serve some purpose. Caught between two worlds, neither of which he was a part of, the tiny tea cup wondered about things that one can wonder about. Now, the concept of a God for tea-cups hasnt quite taken off yet, so I don't think he would be wondering about that....

So one day, he decided that he would make it on his own, to the living room, and to see the splendours he had heard about. In the darkness of the night, he crept out of the cupboard, and slowly made his way down to the kitchen counter. How was he gonna make it across?? He had no clue........And so he decided to jump off the shelf, in hope that he would somehow not break entirely and still make it across......I really wonder what happened.......

Children Are Told Horrible Lies
Some Ugly Ducklings Never Fly

Unforeseen Visitors : Invasion of the Shore

If you sat at a shore and saw a dolphin jump out of the water then you would marvel at the sight you have just witnessed. And you would wait for the dolphins to jump out again. But for how long would that amaze you? Not for long I fear. In economics that is called the Law of Diminishing Marginal Utility!! Ha Ha!! I just remembered economics in the middle of a philosophical tale. But then, economics is based on human behaviour.

But would the same stand true for a rainbow? Well, I believe rainbows have some cosmic/divine energy about them and hence the theory wouldnt stand true.

He was happy with his lonely shore I guess. Maybe some nights he would cry out in anguish at the lake, and the winds, and the rocks, and at himself. But then all of us are entitled to moments of such insanity. One night, he finds an empty bottle, and he decides to test out the waters, and writes a letter and throws it back into the lake. A fool's hope is all you have, when you do actions beyond your own comprehension. He wouldnt admit it, but hope never dies, even if everything else dies.

And lo presto, the next morning he wakes up to a thundering sound. Ships!!!! Humans coming back to the deserted island!!!! Things unheard of!!! All the animals had gathered near the shore, watching another herd of animals disembark the ship. And what might they be doing here.

He knows those faces, oh yes he does.

They look back at astonishment. And they are all smiling at him - the one that was left behind. Why are they here?? He watches them setting up a camp near the shore. "My shore!!"

Slowly he turns away, and decides to move a bit further from this camp. His part of the shore isnt far away. A rock circle, with turtles playing in the shallow waters, and unfinished sand castles await him. Just then, a gentle voice calls out him name from behind. He turns back to see a familiar face, and an even more familiar glass bottle.

"You sent this last night."
Well, ummmm! He wasnt expecting an answer to the letter, was he?

She continued - "This is not a lake you know, its an ocean, a very vast ocean, and beyond this ocean lie great things, marvellous cities, and a whole new world."

They walked towards his home - the hollow stone circle. How was he to say that he made a statue of her last night, but demolished it in his rage, because he thought it didnt look pretty. The pieces of the statue looked pretty to him though!! How ironic!!

"Why are all these people here?"

"They have come to build an observation post here."

"WWWHAAATTTT!!!"

"Why dont you come with us, across the oceans, and you would love it there, everyone does!!"

"Ummmm! This is my home! I love it here."

"Then why the letter??"

"I don't know."

"Yes you do, you don't wanna be here, come with us."

"Noooo! I dont belong there......, besides, I love it here."

She said no further, and walked back to the camp. He stood there, watching the sun go down. It hadnt set yet. There was this cliff nearby, and he quickly made his way up there, and the wind blew on his face, and in his head the song - Across The Stars was playing. A signboard nearby read - On your own? And now he could also see smoke coming from the direction of the camp. They have taken everything dear to me, and now of all things, this place too.......

You say you wander your own land
But when I think about it
I don't see how you can
You're aching, you're breaking
And I can see the pain in your eyes
Says everybody's changing
And I don't know why

---keane---