Gambling Metaphors

A harmless creature


Inside all of us are contradictions fighting for a sensible, just conclusion. And so, there was a creature who was, supposedly, a dreamer far from the consciousness of the present. He lived in the future, and his present didn’t seem real but only a dream from which he thought he would wake up one day into the real desired space of his.
He had felt it all: the pain, the pleasure, the confusion, the clarity, the emptiness, the fullness, love and hate. He went through phases, yet he felt he was the same, in the same place, at the same time all the time. Years passed by, seasons came and went, and he still waited for the space he would one day silently slip in. Where his want was getting stronger, he was also getting convinced of the non-existence of the space. For the creature, there were just two options: to be rescued or to rescue. Aren’t they just the two possibilities of every single life here on this earth? He was critised for his escapism; but wasn’t he just trying to live like everybody else? Who was wise enough to conclude his acts as a means of escapism? Although he was a humanitarian, his own existence was endangered. Neither, could he rescue, nor be rescued.
So, tired of all, he decided not to wait for that space, instead create it for himself with all the knowledge and wisdom he held. He quickly pinched himself and tried to be in the reality of the present. He removed the dust off the experience of the past and polished the aim of the future. He equipped himself with love, faith, and his dream. He took his first, bold, empowering step, and he felt no more; he ceased to exist.
It is heard he found his space.
Gambling Metaphors

In Conversation with Mr. Real


Sunday, June 5, 2011 at 5:45 am
Just when I thought I’d given a realistic end to my day, something popped in my head and BAM!!!— I begged for the unreal. It was Mr. Reality check who knocked at the door of my little heart and wanted to deliver a message on behalf of the bitch named Death: the message of uncertainty, insecurity, and fear. BAM!—the real is yet to come; BAM!—the real is yet to be faced; BAM!— the real is yet to be conquered. In that moment of truth, all the realities in which I was living were belittled, and it made me feel like a pseudo survivor.
We all say, the realist way of life is ‘the’ way and is favoured over our reveries. But how real can realism be? Are we really equipped to handle the ‘real’ stuff? And if yes, then to what extent can we stand up to it and still enjoy life to the fullest?
Realities of life, people, and our own selves can be very demanding and can certainly throw us out of our composure, and unbalance our pursuits.
There are certain stages that have to be crossed, certain rituals to be followed, and certain limitations to be felt despite our gallantry awards and achievements in this life. No matter how despising the world could seem to be to your comfort zone—a nice place to be, it is still worth it to be a little bit of a ‘reelist’ over a ‘realist’, in those edgy moments.
And yes, coming back to me, after the lightening thunder, to my comfort came a verse:
                                                                  DEUTRONOMY 33:25, THE BIBLE