A Journal from the Point of No Return : A Continuing Travelogue

Entry #1 The Shoe box
8:35 PM 3/30/2007

Till now I had a feeling that I won’t be writing; apparently I proved myself wrong again *pats myself on the back* no, it was not laziness.. but a lack of that strange liquid inside your brain called *****. Well!! come on?! you really think im going to tell you what its called?

ok.. on with the tale.. so then what happens? im teleported to the point of no return!! now let me tell you something about this place.. its one of those places that you dread the most!! the kind of place with things you want and things that will keep you asking for more.. the kind of a place that will not satisfy you ever!! its like the infernal carrot hanging in front you.. what kind of people live there? There!! (the place smelled) I met a lot of old them old time writers and a lot of young ones lacking the same slimy liquid you see.. and a lot of other people who’s identities i was asked to withhold.. and just for your information.. it was not my kind of a place.. it lacked something.. it lacked soul.. so i left.. soul searching they said.. bah.. like i cared..

and so i left.. i traveled southward from the point of no return.. ( you see, before i left a long time ago.. my parents had warned me about this place.. the place that has taken many a soul and but you see.. i was young then ( no im not implying that im old now damn it!! ) and a bit careless, just telling you this to let you know.. the actual story will take more than the time i have here to complete so i will just fill in little details whenever i really can.. or whenever i care.. ) and so i left.. i traveled southward from the point of no return.. the road took me all the way to Trivandrum.. which was the capital city of reasonably large state called Kerala.. and I hope to your god that you know Im in India.. ( if you don’t, then I am!! )

now; the usual first week of comfortablenesses with everyone and everything passes without much trouble.. but the slowness of this place hit me like a cliche the time i crossed the borders of this limbo land.. pretty much everything seems to be moving in bullet time here..

I was not the kind of person to be gloomy.. aw right aw right.. i am.. so what.. and im not so happy about it too.. well.. if its not gloom, its some kinda of weird unhappy cloud that stick around where ever i seem to go.. i call it the cloud of despair.. ( i am grinning.. very widely.. very widely indeed ) well ok but thats me.. when i am with you its ok.. really see here i am telling you about all these crazy things and im not sad or “gloomy” ( again a small grin ) so many people know my happy side and the sad side is reserved for me alone.. now why did i bring it up? well.. you see ive been trying to rid my self of the cloud and in my run around the house i bumped into this huge closet on the wall, which used to be much bigger.. hmmm.. i have grown!! or it has shrunk!! could it have really shrunk? hmmm.. what lies behind the veils of darkness? an old shoe box!! well.. there goes the build up.. so it was a shoe box.. the shoe box of.. erm.. of.. ( think man think!! ) the shoe box of memories ( oh boy.. thats original ).. and there it was.. with its torn edges and faded colors.. a box full of

now.. where did everyone go.. ? i mean.. what was it that he said.. being around forever and all that loving forever and all? huh? tell me that?!

aah not again.. saying is one thing and doing is another and you think that after two years.. wait.. make that a year.. no make that a month.. people remain the same? well wake up and smell the acid~! it ain’t how life is.. life is..

will you guys keep it down.. im trying to write here!! jeez.. can u believe them.. that just crawled all over my gutters and white spaces.. now where was I.. aah yes.. the shoe box.. it was just full of old stuff.. from letters to photos to things that just got accumulated.. gifts and what not.. opening a box and looking at stuff, if only it was that easy.. the floodgates in your head is harder to close.. than a little shoe box.