Not much was left in the leopold’s café after that attack; A had just escaped the attack and had no idea what he had just missed. Though he was still uncertain about everything that was going around him and he continued his discussion on a train journey from churchgate to andheri. It seemed that life has become dimensionless, with time and space erased totally as a concept.
A: You were telling me something about the human soul!
B: It was you intrigue son, not my monologue.
A: Ok, I am really not sure if your point about leaving the soul dry is right. We are what the circumstances are, irrespective of the self-centricity; our mind does things on some instinct. Like, ahh, oh yea, like a conversation. Now when I am saying something, I am exactly not sure about the ‘exact’ words and thoughts that will end this statement of mine, but I always end up saying something that has a meaning. And thus a conversation goes on and on. It amuses me that how it does happen and how do it happen all the time.
B: You hit it. That is the strength of your mind and my mistake! It is insanely strong for you, or me, to control and it’s this phenomenal mind of yours, that is driving the world and driving the world crazy. But the problem with ‘you’ specifically is that you can’t seem to see beyond language. Your talks and conversation are nothing more than an exchange of words; however, you can’t realize that you are not doing that with me at least. We are just connected through an ether channel and the thoughts are flowing themselves.
A: And the soul, you were just too random about your explanation about the soul. As per your definitions it looks like the respiratory manager of our body, or in more familiar terms, a breathing software for human body.
B: Haha, it’s not all that fancy kid! It’s rather plain. The simplest I can make it for you is by calling it a ‘mental fabric’; however it is created with a small part of it dedicated to balance which decides your balancing abilities on everything from your ability to use your brain or mind on a particular occasion, to your balancing abilities on the temptations and resistance scales and everything else.
A: And how do you decide on that factor?
B: You really want to know?
A: Do you think I am qualified or brave enough to joke with god? You might just turn me into a lizard, who knows!
B: Haha, oh don’t worry kid; I am not able to do that. But yea, that factor, I generate it randomly!
A: Random, you got to be kidding me, how can you be random with our souls.
B: Not the souls. The Balancing ability factor, you can call it balabtor for your reference. But it helps the world to keep moving. Otherwise everyone would be more or less same, not a world where you would like to live. Would you!
A: It looks like a dreamed of world for me!
B: Oh yea, your dreams! Your poor denied maligned dreams!
A: poor-denied-maligned, what do you mean?
B: You are supposed to see only what you want to see, nightmares were never meant to be!
A: So, where do they come from?
B: The same old story again and again, malefic souls lead to unrealistic desires followed by undesirable dreams!
A: Want to eat a vada-pao, oh do you eat!
B: Yes I do eat; I eat the leftover thoughts of human beings.
And they got down on Andheri railway station towards the new destination. Nowhere.
(Picture: Light House Local Station, Chennai. 3.2 MP Phone Camera)