Price rise- is it a problem really?

What is the big deal about the price of fuel going up. It happens a lot of times in a century. It is the reason why our parents lament- "we used to buy fanta for fifty paisa", "bus fare used to be 20 paisa" and all that. All that happens is that the value of money goes down. At the end of the entire process, you will find that you can afford everything but just at a higher price. When the next time your parents say that they could buy LPG for Rs. 33/- per cylinder, dont forget to ask them how much they earned back then. Compare that to the current income structure, the explanation would be clear.

(My mom used to earn Rs. 250/- per month back then- year 1978. She was a senior school mathematics teacher, and it was the highest pay)

Idols are Horcruxes!

Explanations first.

A horcrux is a ficticious magical object created by JK Rowling in Harry Potter. It is an object in which you can split your soul and keep it. If you create a horcrux, you basically make parts of yourself which helps you survive longer, since your killer would need to destroy all the horcruxes you make. For an example: Voldemort had seven horcruxes (a locket, a diary, a snake, a goblet, a ring, a diadem, and Harry Potter himself)

During any hindu puja, there is a matra that the pundits recite so as to "bring life" into the idol that is to be worshipped. There are thousands of pujas that happen on a single day. That means, "life is brought" into thousands of idols by the pundits. We all know God is one, so how can She (only a woman possesses the power of creation) reside in so many idols? I found an answer from Harry Potter- She splits her soul, so that every idol worshipped can contain a part of Her.

Now the real post. (I am not trying to point out that idol worshipping is equivalent to performing dark arts)

Well, I thought about this for a long time- during Durga Pujas, during Saraswati Pujas and during all pujas in between. I chewed my mother's brain too asking about this immaterial but interesting question that pondered in my brain. If God was one, how can there be so many idols of the same God containing her life? It was rather recently that Lord Voldemort, rather JK Rowling who helped me out. God is considered to be all powerful. So, definitely She knows how to split herself. So, does that mean idols are horcruxes? Maybe, atleast thats how I look at them now. Well, atleast they are not the work of the dark arts...

Random thoughts of my jobless mind! What a theory... looking forward to your comments on this one!

Nightmare

So it happened again. So what? I asked myself. It's ok, learn to live with it. I had seen my worst nightmare again. I had shivered and woken up panting, sweating only to find myself safe under my blanket. The door to my room was locked and the lights were off. It was peaceful with only the compressor of the Air Conditioner humming away in boredom. The Paulo Coehlo I was reading had carelessly fallen from my hand and was now lying next to my pillow. A few pages folded in between. I picked it up and straightened the pages.
 

The glass house was clear in my mind and I checked if I was wearing the clothes in which I went to sleep. My green shorts covered my thighs and my pink t-shirt looked in its place. My hair seemed rustled. I was moving a lot. I was trying to hide myself from the world, who were laughing at my naked self. Alone, stuck in the glass house. The house was empty. I longed for shelter, but there was nothing. After a failed attempt to scream and cry for help, I found myself under the cozy covers of my blanket. It was a room in school, I remember. Belonged to the nursery section. Mud walls with big yellow windows. I used to love the red doors and the tiles that made the ceiling. In my dream, it was transparent. No yellow window, no red door for my escape!
 

Unknown faces laughing at me, staring at me like wolves. Men, mostly but there were women too. Few even askng me to do stuff, as if I was an RJ playing people's favourite songs! "Run around the house", "Show me everything". How did I get in? I never have a clue. Even in my dream I tell myself, "It is a nightmare, you know it, it will get over. These people dont exist." It never works.
 

Games of the mind to torment the soul... thats what I call them. The next time I visit the glass house I will make sure I enjoy it. Well, isn't that what I say everytime I escape?