Until last night... The trauma lasted until last night. Don't know from how long I was thinking of giving my thoughts some literal shape. But never got enough courage or time to jot them down. Once or twice before, I tried to write but after one or two lines my handwriting used to start scaring me.
It was till last night, when I had the urge to write but hadn't enough cause to publish. Last night I had a dream, so far the dream of decade. I met Sister Mamta, the Goddess of Publicity in my dream. Like in many other dreams, I was trying to write something and stopped. Suddenly, Sister Mamta appeared and started to stir my inner-self. I didn't realize that she was there, I even didn't realize what was going on there in my inner-self... thought may be the Chicken Roll was messing with my digestive system, but the absence of enough ache made me clear that what was going in wasn't that simple or in-digestive. I look upwards and found Sister Mamta standing just before me. In one glance you can be sure how much effective Goddess she is. In white sari and green blouse she was looking a marvelous Goddess with some pimples allover her face. Perfect as a lady for an advertisement of a cleansing cream before using the cream. I could guess her estrogen might have dried up just after flowing for couple of hours. Her deadly look can dry any liquid particle flowing in your body as well. It took her a second to shoot first sentence to me "Hi Bro". Her voice was enough loud to awake my wife from her dream. I said "hey Sis. How are you and why you are here? I am quite happy."
"Happy? This you call happiness? Can't write even your thoughts! Look what your Govt. has made you in 32 years. No electricity, no water, no job only corruption." she burst.
I stayed silent as my turn was also robbed by her. "There are only two ways to drive your points home." She continued. "1. Write down what you think about your Govt. and try to think screwing it. 2. Block the busiest road in the city. Though there is another way too but that is beyond the scope of this dream. But I can tell you off the record . Support Maoists." She suggested. I tried to convince her how much trouble I faced earlier when I tried to write something but in-vain. She suggested me to write something in Blogspot. I was wondering if she was getting any en-cashable credits form Blogspot. Anyways, at last I agreed to join and post something to Blogspot. And that's how I am here.
