Thingstory

Girl: I want to have a different story! Different world perhaps?

God: You are one of those who have almost destroyed it, dude. Different world, right? This will avenge my anger and satisfy your hunger.

Girl: I am one of those. A human being. But I didn’t do…

(Cuts in) God: I know right!

BOOM!

It’s me noticing everything or probably anything that still moves except myself. The world has stopped still and seems different. Probably I am the god here but certainly not the creator. The pillow in the bedroom enters the hall where I am standing and it has humanly features or should I say, it has got eyes, mouth, eyebrows, nose and all. It doesn’t needs to have legs and hands. It just wriggles past me like I am nobody. He or probably she are followed by two more like him/her. They go sit on their father sofa who jumps up and down to give them an adventurous moment! They chimed, “our daddy is the best daddy ever!” How glad I would have been to not get labelled by a stamp on me when I was born. Gender, a choice and not necessary at all just like these pillows. Chair, the mother joins them who was probably annoyed with her partner of not giving time to his children and then gives a reassuring smile to him that the conflict has been effortlessly made up. Sofa gives her a wink when they are not noticing and the chair blushes off, looking beautiful altogether. I don’t know how will they have sex tonight but surely it seems the forever love one can only dream enough. I mean for humans.

(I vaporize to a class)

A pen university. I saw a pen coming all wet out of the medical class. It’s hasn’t been that hot today but I can tell what happened because I always know everything. She, a human was standing there all naked. Slut, eh? She was smiling! Looked like she was eyeing my response to her nakedness very carefully. Oh! A mistake. It isn’t the world gone still nor the universe but us. The human beings. And things have gone all lively! She was being studied by a teacher and a group of students, all pens of different companies. Just like we humans used to study animals. The teacher tattooing her all over with marks and explaining them about different parts. And I laughed so hard when she described the brain of the human being as a dustbin which takes anything as it has stopped like a thing. Bell rings and all the pens rush out except one. He, a pen hides behind the last bench and then after some time the bench reassures him, “All gone. All clear!” He gets out and has fun jumping in and out the human’s vagina. Desires can turn a human into an animal. This show was clearly a replication of the latest history- a man having sex with a goat!

(Its night and I can just see shadows of some guys harassing a small child on a white wall and the next second all of it has vanished and replaced by a stack of papers with a cover and some things around. Light from nowhere to see clearly the happenings.)

Crying there was book with her last cover almost torn over. Oh wait. I don’t know if she was moaning or whimpering. Life is what you take it as and that’s why people are different. Lives are different. The scissor with naughty eyes shaped the book the way he wanted, cutting and pasting pages after pages with the help of Mr. Gum. Like the first page was her hair which he cut in broad new hair style. Next were her eyes and the nose and then her lips. He gave the book such a nice figure and converted it from ‘it’ into ‘her’. Giving her perfectly sized breasts and thighs. Just like society does, makes us and destroys us. Then comes the rubber band and climbs on her eyes instead of hair blinding her. Telling her that the world is filled only with bad things. Or maybe blinding her into love?

God: Good things always come packed with worst packages.

Miss. Cloth’s jealous figure binds her legs. Paintbrush has a nice time painting her face white and giving small pecks here and there to excite her! Mrs. Eraser is busy removing freckles from time to time. The red colour man gives monthly visits. Needles have fun playing and sewing the brain smartly.

God: You want new life? New world? It will always be packed with problems. That’s life. Anyways, experiences will happen to you and whether they are wonderful or not, you will do great!

I woke up from my dream. Realise, dreams are always like that.  Less meaningful. More absurd.