Mind of the Confounded Man

PROLOGUE: This article has been written by the author during several stages of his brain's development and late realizations of the fact that how important or rather unimportant the CAT in our life actually is.It should be understood that the author's brain has degenerated considerably and all that he writes is an emotional outflow which need not be the correct perception of things to come as well as things going on.....but.....it definitely is the best way out of the soup called CAT which is like a gambit that kasparov plays on vishwanathan anand every time. AN INTRODUCTION TO THE CAT: Some years back I read this comic strip of Garfield. It had Odie and Garfield ,both presenting their perception of their master. Odie: my master feeds me, pets me and nourishes me…He must be God! Garfield: my master feeds me, pets me, and nourishes me …I must be God! For those who are wondering, Garfield is a CAT. You like pets? Well maybe you do but I don’t(according to my orkut profile..i am

The roaring crowd made no difference to his stolid brain. The cheers were buried deep under the voices of his confounded mind . Those eagle eyes marked their target with vigilance. His pulse beat fast but he knew that there would be no turning back now. He was like a cat in a bag waiting to drown.Ten steps and a click of the trigger were all it would take.The detonation would set everything straight.How many lives would be at stake? He didn't really know nor did he really care .There would be no pain , no agony just pure eternal bliss. As he took his last steps down the hallowed lane , he was confronted with the deluge of memories which he had tried to shy away from. The countdown began... Ten , nine, eight......... He heard it and then he heard it again.A thin familiar cry resonated in his ears.The picture of his ailing daughter flashed past his eyes.Could it be possible? Where was she? Not here...definitely not here of all the places.A cursive glance around the roaring masses mo

The materialistic world of today requires us to live our lives on the grounds that the community around us expects us to live it in. The people around us circumscribe our thoughts. We tend to live for what is expected of us as opposed to what is morally correct. It is a struggle between our ambivalent emotions: what we want to do and ;what we are expected to do. It must have been a couple of days back that I saw a bedraggled blind man being led across the road by another pedestrian. Immediately I had elevated the pedestrian to a level of respect that I preserve for only a few. However today I saw another handicapped in want of crossing the road. I gladly helped him out only to realize that rather than coming to his aid it was my own selfish thought that had provoked me to take such a step. A thought that told me that this deed would advertise or portray myself to the world as a philanthropist like the pedestrian mentioned above. The accruement of these thoughts brought about a storm in