Two minutes and three moments

The black door creaked open. A scrawny, brown haired, clean shaved man walked in. 

Long strides and he reached the middle of the place. Taking his hands out of the pockets, he looked at his watch and then looked at the woman standing in front of him and said, 'It's now time. This, will make it or break it."

Several moments later......he emerged out of his thoughts, as if out of a fog of tension.

Eyes. Dark.

Lips . Taut.

Breath. Heavy.

Palms. Grabbing.

Neck. Stiff.

Head. Low.

Mind. Focused.

Heart. Pounding.

And there was a building roar in the surroundings, "G-O-A-L"........

And split seconds later, it died down like the string of a kite suddenly cut. His team had won after almost an array of lost matches!

Relieved, he let go the chair he was grabbing. Taking a sip from the tall glass of drink, wiping his big grin, he said to her,"Here's your cheque."

Finally! This was the beginning of a successful business diversification. The market where the gentlemen's games thrive is gonna be stale in some days. Soon, the blood frenzy medieval times would be back. One man against another. Mud and sweat. Like the gladiator arena. Peak of entertainment and of course loads of money. And he would grab it all.

"Ah! Welcome good life!"

And the moment froze. 

Meanwhile, about two minutes back... in the same frame......she dived into a whirlpool of thoughts. 

Not her's but his.

Eyes. Dark.

Lips . Taut.

Breath. Heavy.

Palms. Grabbing.

Neck. Stiff. 

Head. Low.

Mind. Focused.

Heart. Pounding.

Finally! All these years of hard work had paid off!

Excited, she almost broke down. Her son now could go for the next level of football training. It's all about the right decisions at the right time. She breathed deeply and released the bag she was grabbing, extended her hand and took the cheque. 

The coveted piece of paper. This was going to write off their misery. Forever.

Soon, her son will make it to the big leagues. 

"Ah! Welcome good life!"

And the moment froze. 

Meanwhile, about two minutes back...in the same frame......he emerged out of his thoughts, as if out of a fog of tension.

Eyes. Dark.

Lips . Taut.

Breath. Heavy.

Palms. Grabbing.

Neck. Stiff.  

Head. Low.

Mind. Focused.

Thankful, the boy looked at the skies.

His hands still grabbing the ball. The last of the penalty shots he had stopped.

His team had won after almost an array of lost matches!

Hopefully, this was his road to fame, fortune and all of that shebang.

And walking down that road, one day, he will earn his freedom. 

Finally! Freedom of making his own choices for his life.

"Ah! Welcome good life!"

And the moment froze.

Looking through the rearview mirror

So, the last post was so very weary that I guess you can actually visit it to check your boredom threshold.

All you have to do is, visit the page Mirror mirror on the wall and start reading the first few lines. If you survive 3 sentences, you have a lot of patience and would survive boredom even better than the receptionist at a photo studio in a small dusty town.

So, in this continued post, I decided to pull the chain of my random rambling thoughts, to stop and glance at some useful ways to undo the damages done to the precious readers, who had hurt their retina and/or amygdala while reading the previous post!

Whoof! Is correction a tough job or what! Well, speaking of corrections, in the previous post, originally, I had wanted to write about image corrections. Not in the photo-enhancement sense of image correction but the correction of one’s self image as if it was as grisly as an ‘imperfect’ nose!

And imagine of professional services offering a hand to help you! “Welcome to Mirror services, we can brush, polish and even reconstruct your self-image!” Chuck wellness programs out of the window, who’d need age-old mechanisms to preserve your self-image. Now you could build your customized self-image as dynamically as one can choose from samples in the sperm bank! Even one for each day, like your custom diet or customized mobile phone data plan.

(Ah, just by the way, if you hadn’t realized, wellness programs work solely on one’s self-image reacting to the progressive decaying. Because after all, one would anyways age the age one ought to and there ain’t no any change in that!)

However, the crazier thought is to not only have these customized self-images of you but also to let these versions interact with versions of other’s self-images. With all due respect to blue creatures from an unnamed motion picture, let’s call these images – avatars. So, to think of it, you could have zillions of interactions of all your avatars with someone else’s avatars. Literally every moment.

And yet, isn’t that the reality? Today, when we interact with each other, isn’t it perceptions interacting with perceptions? At every level. Eyes, mind, thoughts and feelings.

Well, can all of these interactions be awesome and cheer worthy? Only if perceptions find each other awesome. You could say, you still want some goriness in life apart from the usual dosage of reality TV. Thumbs up! But, say there was a day of non-stop awesome interactions; imagine the high you would reach by the end of the day, if all of your avatars score a 10/10 on interaction scale. At every level.

No, I am not playing the song, “And I think to myself…what a wonderful world...” in the background. Truth is, I don’t know what it’d feel like to have a 10/10 interaction score for all my avatars. Truth is, I don’t understand all my avatars. And if you are on the same page with me, you will know, maybe, we shall never know all of our avatars, as perceived by the world around or as perceived by parts of us.

Which brings me to my narrative in the previous post. In the last cut, there was an imaginary land, where the images are not bound by perceptions. In fact, they are not perceived, they are realized. As if, now we see in a mirror, in an allegory, but there we could see face-to-face. Now I know partially, but there I could know everything as exactly as everything is, including myself. Truth. Seen with eyes wide open. Realized. Not viewed in a reflection. Truth. Not lost in the monotony of passing time. Truth. Not lost in the ecstasy of rarity. Truth. Dazzling. Like the real version of you.

Which version of yourself have you seen in the mirror today?