Here’s another incident from today afternoon that explains how selfish everyone is:
Today I was travelling by a local bus in my hometown. I saw many people getting on, and there was no more place to sit, but there was this one lady who was carrying a baby on her hip. I decided to give up my seat for her, but she was standing far away from where I sat. As soon as I got up, a lady was rushing towards my seat to sit down. I explained to the lady that I was getting up so that the other lady with the kid can sit.. since it’ll be hard to hold the baby and stand steadily in a moving bus.. but before that a little girl sat on my seat. I couldn’t ask her to get up, so I left it at that (kids don’t deserve to get up and give space for others).. but that lady who wanted to sit.. she asked the girl to get up, and sat there and she called someone she knew (probably her husband or her brother who was carrying a kid with him too) and asked him to make the child sit on her lap. People will go to any extent to accomplish what they want, eh? The man was carrying the child for her anyway.. she needed to sit, so she made an excuse.. people are such. But the other poor lady with the child was still standing.. I bet she had no clue there was someone in the bus who had given up a seat for her.
Later I wished I had not even gotten up. Sometimes there are selfish people out there.. you really must be selfish yourself to survive in this world.
The Daily Post used to give us daily prompts promptly at 6 or 7 o’ clock in the evening. Now, it’s eleven, and the prompt has arrived… rather not-so-promptly.
Today, we bloggers were asked: Let’s assume we do, in fact, use only 10% of our brain. If you could unlock the remaining 90%, what would you do with it?
Well… normally, all others use 10% of their brain, but I’m afraid I use only 3% of what the others use. Three percent of ten percent… that is, 0.3%. If a person who on average uses 0.3% of her brain is able to use 90% of her brain (I hope it does exist somewhere in the upper storey), then she would definitely try to overtake Bill Gates, will she not?
“Five… four… three… two… one… preparing to land…”
Beep. Beep. Beep.
“Welcome to your destination… DreamWorld.”
I’d have been owning some company called ‘Nanosoft Corporation,’ and Bill Gates would have been casting his envious eyes upon my wonderful, gargantuan building that would pay twice the amount Microsoft employees are paid. Wherever you walk into my Nanosoft Corporation building, you’ll find fully solved Rubik’s cubes lying around in every corner. And you might find a few Calculus sheets lying here and there, too. I tend to be messy and lazy most of the time at times.
And if you visit my house, you might find paintings similar to that of Leonardo Da Vinci… okay, perhaps with not exactly the same brilliancy as his paintings have, but something similar… After all, that genius is said to have applied science to his paintings to make them look mesmerizing. The portrait of Mona Lisa is a very good example… her smile looks mysterious because he is said to have applied an illusion method in his painting to make the portrait look as if she’s smiling whenever the viewer is not directly looking at the celebrated figure. If I could apply much more than Leonardo himself, then perhaps my paintings would be tenfold better?
This is when Reality knocks at my door. I crouch beside my door, away from the probing eyes of the devil and press myself tight to the door. I don’t want to face him right now. Not right away.
Knock, knock, knock!
“Is it Reality?”
Wow. It was not Reality, after all. I jump up and down like a spring in a wrecked sofa, and finally get up.I slowly open my door out of curiosity. If it had not been Reality, then who was it? The new person from overseas, Miss Carefree Reverie, perhaps?
I get instantly greeted a cold bucket of water on my face.
“Whoa! What was that for, Mr. Rudeboy?!”
“I am anti-desire, and have come to wake you up from your dream. Though Reality has gone for a vacation to Antarctica, I often tap on silly brains of the lazy fellows and give them dosage that reminds them of their true self and to stop them from being an internet junkie.”
I shiver with the cold water seeping through my skin. I knew that the ‘internet junkie’ thing was aimed at me, but decide not to quarrel with him on that.“Why are you doing this to me, Mr. Rudeboy?”
He shrugs. “I’m just doing my job.”
“Just like WordPress has an anti-spamming facility, DreamWorld has an anti-desire-ing facility to make people realise they have better things to do in life than submerge themselves in greed.”
Oh right. “I’m glad they do. But what better things?”
The little Mr. Rudeboy gives me a disgusted look, and then gestures me to wait; oh good, he’d better show me what those “better things to do” were, because I already have a feeling I’m doing no”thing” with my life. Mr. Rudeboy’s fingers inch towards the shiny silver button on the side of my head.
Within a flash, Rudeboy moves forward and presses it, even before I could react and push him away from me. He had been the anonymous Mr. Dangerboy all the time, and I had just mistaken him for Mr. Rudeboy. My words wouldn’t come out of my larynx after I realized my end in this world was near. Deep cries erupt from the base of my throat, but die away before they reach my mouth.
Two milliseconds later…
I had been pulled out of DreamWorld and Rudeboy had me banned eternally from entering the fabulous world of dreamy WordPress daily prompts and fun bloggers. I was slowly falling, falling… into a fathomless hole… deep into something that could very well be a new universe…
And I landed. And when I looked up and pivoted my neck, looking around, getting accustomed to the strange place where numerous paintings had been placed, a wave of recognition swept over me.
I was in the Louvre Museum.
I looked straight ahead and saw Mona Lisa smiling directly at me, although it seemed she wasn’t exactly smiling. Actually, she seemed to be mocking me. And for a split second, I felt as if her picture came alive and talked out loud: “Leonardo would have laughed at you, had he been alive.”
Akila Krishnamurthy, the blogger, is a passionate writer, someone hoping to write a masterpiece someday and live away her life in the proud moment of displaying it to the world. She can be easily classified as an 'introvert', but there is an extrovert within her who resurfaces every time she is with someone who makes her feel close enough. She lives in the southernmost part of India, and loves her carefree life there.