Coffee

The sun is yellow, sky is blue, grass is green and there I am sitting with my coffee cup. Now, there are butterflies around going round and round and all I am worried about is the storm in my coffee cup. Generally, I would have reveled at the trivial topic and dissected its particulars, but somehow this time I really did not like that there is a storm in my coffee cup. No, it’s not that I don’t like storms they are gorgeous of course, it was actually the trivialness of the topic that offended me. See, the point is that on one hand there are great visionaries who map the landscapes of humanity with their thoughts and on the other hand here I am worrying about a storm in my coffee cup. The exact depiction of the feeling is one of a lab rat chasing a piece of cheese on his Ferris wheel while other rats are bringing down cities. Once you get that image, the question becomes obvious and that is chosen/designed/synthesized to ponder on trivial things while few go about their business and trot to greater objectives? A fundamental aspect of equality of human beings is what I begin to question. The answer of course became apparent and its horrendous nature did not really sit well with me. If some where there is someone who has made me trivial, owes me an apology. You cannot just get away with that.

With a burning desire to have a tete-a-tete, I then pack my bags and head for an obscure island. I stand there on the rock and while staring at the huge mass of water I declare my purpose. “Come down here! You owe me some answers!” I shout. No reply. Ok I’ll wait.

Hours later, the sun rises over a calm sea. I had never seen anything more beautiful than that, something thing comparable to a lady answering your call, opening her eyes and looking directly at you. The most thrillingingly awesome sight indeed! Now, as my brain starts computing the beauty and magnanimity of god’s design, I apply the brakes to this train of thought and ask it to hold it right there! “You can’t fool me with this! However grand your plans are they still does not answer my questions!” “Come down here! You owe me some answers!” I declare again. No reply. Ok I’ll wait again.

A lot of hours have passed now, I begin to feel hungry, knowing however that the island is abandoned I let my hopes be a minimum. Few more hours pass and now hunger is unbearable. My eyes defy the logic my brain has to offer and start looking for food. I scan the area carefully and what is that tree far away I see? Are those coloured dots on a green skeleton fruits!? I run with all my might all the while expecting them to be fruits. My mind is quick enough to draw images exemplifying their luscious nature. I run harder. Now within clear sight I gasp “Apples!” Within fraction of seconds of this discovery, my hand reaches ahead, plucks that red beauty and with an eagerness equaled only by the feeling of kissing irresistible red lips, I bring the apple within biting distance. At that moment right there an alarm goes off in my head “Bribe! It’s a bribe!” I throw the apple and step away from the tree. “Oh! You won’t get away with this!” I head towards the shore, more resolute, angrier! “Come down here! You owe me some answers!” I declare. My eyes locked with purpose. No reply again. I cross my legs and station myself there to wait again.

The response to my declaration actually came later, not in the way I had hoped though. Clouds gathered over me, darker, messier. It was as if the beast’s trickery had been unearthed and now he seeks revenge. Suddenly the lightning strikes with a thunder that shakes the land and with this war cry a million piercing drops of water, as if arrows from the heavenly army, descend down upon me. With insatiable hunger for punishing the outlaw, the waves tower in front of me adamant to dissolve my very existence. As this multi-pronged attack raged and ravaged, something more sinister came to play. It was a doubt. A doubt whether an apology is really worth this? A doubt whether my decision even makes sense? A doubt whether is this the way I want my existence to cease? As worms of doubts were creeping their way in along with battering rain and unforgiving tides I have a moment of epiphany. “Your ego is too big to surrender to me, is it not? You would rather kill me and destroy the question rather than face me and answer it?!”

I then close my eyes, surrender myself to my constituent elements and lie down. After a journey of conflicting emotions a smile came up “It was a battle I didn’t win, but it was a battle you lost!” and with these last words for the all mighty I gave up, sure of the fact that there will be more who will come.