The Lost Mind

Fantasy has always been a huge draw with me ...... especially wen I’m bored with the work I’m doin ... it’s a different thing that nothing seems interesting to me after a couple of minutes (or is it seconds or might be nanoseconds).

Going back to the original topic,....of fantasizing I mean ......

A normal summer day with a parser to write ......... going nowhere .......... and then robbie’s (my professor) face looms large in front of me ........ and the inner self threatens me with dire consequences if I don’t live up to the expectations of my over-expecting professor :( ....
But being the disobedient and reckless me that I hav always been, I float into that world of fantasy, and it happens so often that I don’t even realise wen it happens ....

Something like,
what if I could switch places with my professor ........ and torture him to finish the “substantial” work I hav set aside for him.... and me being the mean me would definintely hav higher standards with the “substantial” work... so much so that he would dread to use that word ever again in his life >:) .......

Or it would be just me somewhere far away ... away from the crowd of the homo-sapiens ....... close to nature..... preferably mountains (like the ones we saw on our way to Bear Lake). In addition a small waterfall or fountain..... with the water falling into a small pond ......... and the pond containing colourful weeds, with probably a papa duck, mamma duck and 2 to 3 ducklings wading in the water ..... and all I would hav to do is soak in the feeling of ecstasy ...... I swear its great to be able to just feel with your heart without having to strain the neurons for sometime ........

Well, it could also be as bizzare as me on an expedition to Mars ...... travelling on a super fast rocket (or whatever it is called) ..... wen I’m half way through, the gas goes empty ..... and theres no refill station nearby on space....gosh ... panic sets in ..... and as expected, the rocket starts falling ...... I don’t intend to defy the theories of non-existence of gravity in space...... but nyways....the rocket is falling.... and falling ..... and falling.... into the abyss ...... NOW,will this falling ever end .... this is getting boring .... I cant fantasize the end ...... so here it goes “Cut Cut” ..... needs modification ...

So it starts again ..... me on an expedition to Mars ... blah blah ..........rocket starts falling into the abyss ....... and suddenly lands on a cushion like platform .... the most sophisticated helipad one cud ever imagine ..... fellow crew members get out of the space-ship, examine the contents of the cushion and proclaim it to be a unique unbelievable isotope of astantine ... which incidentally is the rarest element on the earths surface ..... we just realise that we hav made an incredible discovery and got ourselves entry into the list of the famous and brave young scientists of the 21st century ......... wow .... we then use this content to charge our space-ship sufficiently to get bak home with the gud news to share with our ppl bak on mother earth ......... aah .... I luv happy endings :)

theres never an end to ones imaginations ... and more so if one is a little more towards the other side of the scale of sanity (just like me) ... watever it is ... it does give the much required break to the brain cells .... infact sharpens them ... and makes one feel lighter and happier .....

which makes me remember Wordsworth ..... although the context may not exactly be the same ....

For oft, wen on my couch I lie,
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye,
Which is the bliss of solitude ....

Hmm .. It truly is :)