ALIEN INVASION

The last few days have been very painful for me. Some days back, on my way home from my morning jog,something hit my leg. Thud! Since then, my toenail has broken. I walk in excrutiating pain.And this has gone to my head. I can't remember things. But I guess, I'm alright. I have a new job-'Insider surveillance officer'. I can't remember how I got it. But, it is what people I'm told are doing these days. Our people, as they say. My job is to find outsiders. These are defined as creatures who have invaded our space. They are everywhere. They were in NaziGermany, America, England, Australia. Now, they have come to Mumbai, Bombay, Bambai. Whatever. Oh!I can't remember anything. This pain in my toenail has gone to my head.But, I know about these viruses that attack computer terminals and destroy them. Outsiders are of similar nature. So I'm told. They can take any form. Now, they have disguised as humans. They are out to take our jobs, food, shelter and multiply. They attack the insider species. They are spiteful,disgusting and mean. So I'm told. But, its been days. And, I haven't located any! Sadly, I don't know how they look like. I've no formal training to locate and destroy them. And then, this toenail. The pain has gone to my head. There would be special gadgets to exterminate them. Impaling them, rather! I would get them on my promotion. But first, I have to locate them & notify the nearest concentration camp for their torture.This has to be done carefully.Because,the outsiders can be friendly, helpful & peaceful. Oh!Is it? My toenail makes me forget things.Ghajini style. I wonder as to why I got this job? I'm the chosen one. As I'm told. Maybe because of some royal blood. Blue blood. Pure blood. Genetics. Maybe my toenail. But, if we can weed out all the outsiders, this world would be free of them. Then I'm told, would there be an utopian world, a paradise. I guess, when that happens, my job would be free of finding these creatures of the untraceble kind. Maybe, they are in the ocean. If only I could think, recognise them. Did I get a hit on the head?

SUNSHINE FROM AN ETERNAL MIND

What if we suddenly realise that our memory has vanished? What if our very existence is questioned? Then we would have to start everything from scratch. Just like that! Here, I'm not talking about amnesia. Something more profound. Something that sits at the cradle of our survival. Our knowledge that our identity has an essence of truth. What if that truth vanishes. Just like that! Ghajini style. Memory-erased,identity-erased. Perhaps, who we are or what we think we are or what we ourself associate ourself to be can be an illusion. People, surroundings, environment, gives us a meaning. Things we touch, we feel-those represent our sense of being. What if that itself is ruptured. Just like that! We humans have an inert desire to link things with something, find patterns and have positive mutations of understanding. If we reconcile ourself to the fact that the whole army of truth is just a tiny speck in the annals of the universe, then our awakening begins. Life symbolises nothing but the spectacle of an illusion brought to us every day. Day after day. Untill we accept it as truth. Then, we try to assemble everything around that truth, as to build our world adjoining it. This becomes our universe. We can't wait till someone comes and shatters those pictures. Men did not pole vault to glory, they stumbled upon it. The fraction of what we take from those stumblings are the creative blocks of existentialism. Start a life everyday from scratch.Just like that.