My Living Partner......

There is a man I know. He does not live alone. He does not have too many friends. He dislikes many people loving him; controlling his life. He is awake till the wee hours of the morning, making sure broken pieces stick together, making wholes. When he wakes up, it’s not very late in the morning. He has three pairs of shoes, ten shirts, four formal trousers and five pairs of jeans, which he wears during the week and the weekend, with no particular emphasis on combining them in the right way. The iron at the side of his room lay unused. His flat mate sometimes irons his clothes, not out of pity or sympathy; maybe boredom, or for reasons he cannot understand. He likes his clothes washed, but other activities like ironing and cooking are trivial for him; too damn trivial to merit his attention.

He is not afflicted with the greed of money. He has no time for love; He eats less, and in infrequent intervals. Before he starts for work, he receives atleast two calls from the office; lesser people with more time call him for asking his opinion on important matters. He does it generously and does not expect anything in return. When he reaches office, everyone is looking for him; He is rushed to meetings where people with greater power and lesser knowledge, take decisions based on his analysis of problems; He is not blind to the politics of corporate growth, but he fakes a naive distance. During the evenings, when the meetings are done, answers given and there are few people to bother him, he works; Solitude fuels his mind and he finds as many answers for the questions lying ahead, the next day. He is no genius and he knows that. He is just borrowing time from his youth; to make things happen; that seem important now but will become trivial later.

This man I know, is the devil inside me! The devil who knows no day, no night, no dark, no light, no love, no hate, no man and no god. Lately it possesses me most of the time. I need to get it out of my nervous system. Because I know, all the value it is supposed to create is just an illusion in the greater canvas of life, and that money is just a cheap imitation of time, the more you earn it the poorer you get!