BROTHER OF SLEEP

" “What a silly thing Love is,” said the Student as he walked away. “It is not half as useful as Logic, for it does not prove anything, and it is always telling one of things that are not going to happen, and making one believe things that are not true. In fact, it is quite unpractical, and, as in this age to be practical is everything, I shall go back to Philosophy and study Metaphysics."~Oscar Wilde Stories collection.

Daisy just read the story of "Nightingale and the Rose" to the Septuagenarian,whose eyes glimmered like a fiery lemonade with a sea of calmness.The man whispered to himself "Love and Philosophy".There was a faint but gentle smile around his cheeks. Isn't that the end of this journey? A pathway waiting to be explored even in a better solitude.He knew this as Daisy turned the lights off and found her way out to the night's sleep.Moments of dilly dallying with the life.The old man sat up, gave a warm smile looking outside the window,"Hmmm...Life!!I haven't seen you enough...Infact I haven't seen you at all!!!".The little errands of youth and dragged wisdom of old pumped in altogether into his heart giving him the earnest wish of his life."Sleep dear Child..Sleep.." a voice echoed through his soul.And he slept.

Time in life is often a 'taken for granted' factor.The thorough ideas and faulty trial of implementing those to make them a physical reality is the lengthy attribute assumed to life.The old man snored sortedly. 

"Ahem,so Mr.Aspirant,you remember me?"-a voice conversed through his cranium.

"Why are you back? Aren't you the forgotten dream?"-the old man hustled the voice.

"You were very earnest after so long years in your sleep.Hence I am here"

".....Yes,yes..I feel like I am sleeping a long time.Maybe years.And I thought about you.."

"Hmmm..so am here.I am your earnest wish..you see...most human "sshhh" me when I try to talk to them.."

"..what you do then..?"

"I stop whispering and only fill myself with a little shady wine as red as the man's blood.."

The old man again snored sortedly. High on time, the "jumping" buzz of the ambulance filled the air.A group of nurses heard the instructions to assist the doctor through the procedure.The old man still snored sortedly. The tagged watch of Rolex vibrated through the seconds of its passage.

There were vibrant shakings all over the physique and little by little the snore of the old man became erratic.

"Utpal..Mr.Utpal Ram..."

The announcement was crystal clear that it pierced the geographical extension of that habitat.

"Mr.Utpal Ram...Congratulations...You are selected..Welcome aboard to the "Bureaucrazy club"..

The snoring man now hugged the brother of sleep-DEATH...It said "Now I know why the caged bird sings..."

SQUARE ROUTE OF TIME

                                            "Art is long and Time is fleeting,

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And our hearts, though stout and brave,

Still like muffled drums are beating,

Funeral marches to the grave"`~H.W.Longfellow

Sometimes when looking back anthropologically,I am fascinated by the quote of Will Durant,"A nation is born Stoic and dies Epicurean".Earlier ,neither the words "Stoic" nor "Epicurean" made sense to me when I tried realising the purpose of Civilisation as a whole.The fantastic mystery entity "Time" has been the only witness to the shadows and reality of our entire Universe.Keeping Stephen Hawking's idea of "Time too will die out" away from the context, the entity of Time as a personality has always been a trusted companion.Simply you can say,"Time comes along" rather than the phrase,"Time passes through".However, when analysed in solitude, you can always find the square route of this time.You are only a middle time observer.Not just an observer, but a creator of this entity within the mind.We are all in a way, the creators of the Time frame within the brains that runs like a circardian rhythm within us.Some call it parallel Universe within the cranium.True that.Its simple; the framework of time works in every possible unique method compared to the the rest of the entities so far we have come across.You try to live in present, thinking about the future ,holding the regret/joys of the past.These three temporary phases of time happens to be existing within one framework.This framework is what we call LIFE .An individual thus passes through the route of time in many ways.One, which is an accepted reality that is the standardised time that fleets despite situation. Other,which takes its own adsorption criteria to wade through our hearts and minds.This being the individual perception of time, how does a civilisation is born stoic and how does it die epicurean?.This needs a connecting point from our ancestral thinking habits to till date exploration of 'Time beyond black hole'.A stoic idea , simply put ,is disciplining our thought process.This process resulted in the Civilisation flourish, giving rise to cultures, orders, rules, society etc.Perhaps a disciplined thought needn't be a correct/right thought.The route of time facilitated the experimental evolution of our species along with others. Now, to the epicurean part.This drives on the philosophy that derivation of greatest pleasure is the ultimate purpose of human species.Though the idea of pleasure is subjective, the after effect happens to be the same-The downfall.Time and again every single generation have tried reaching this epicurean state and have been succumbed to the downfall.The lessons learnt by the next generation help them happen to see this downfall at a little later stage.To say, between the gap of stoic and epicurean thought process lies the square root of time.It swindles the gap of thought and appear fleeting away every time we try to fix its span.Philosophically, we were, are and will be timeless entities taking various forms and express quantum of energy in various proportions in this square root of time. 

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