The Divine Astras(Prologue)

Mount Kailash
Kailash Ranges
Tibet
Kali Yug
The year 2050
As the icy winds ravage the mountains with their cold slashes, amid one of the most inhospitable environments known to man, a man sits calmly on a rock, on which had any other man been sitting his butt would have frozen to ice, his eyes closed, he meditates, his taut, muscular body, wrapped in leopard skin, his long hair tied in a bun, and a crescent moon insignia sitting on it, sitting cross-legged on such a platform, as if it were a couch, he smiles, his blue throat visible, different necklaces made of rudrakshas, and a snake in his neck, the lord of destruction slowly opens his eyes.
"It shall soon be time, beloved." says he, to his beautiful companion sitting on his left, who by no means was inferior to this legendary man, God, most would say.
"Time for what, O Shiva?" says she, playfully, knowing the answer a slight naughtiness in her eyes.

Apotheosis

Let me start with Christianity for this one, so the archangels Michael (aka Saint Michael), Lucifer ( aka The Devil/Satan), Raphael, Gabriel(aka The Chancellor of Heaven), were the sons of God. Now all the statements in his post consider a general theology and are only being used for philosophical purposes and intellectual thinking, so don’t be an ass and just read on.

Narcissist

Each morning nowadays is a call for a different thought. Every time I wake up, I feel stress-free, relaxed, you can say. I have had a one-on-one with the real psyche of the human mind, now; have been in the real world now, I must say, I didn’t learn anything new about it. It’s the same, hypocritic, deceitful, greedy, miserable, arrogant, egoistic and stupid.

What I really fail to understand is the mere concept of survival, I mean what really is the difference in between a luxury car and a normal car? It gets old after a while, trust me, and the normal car stays for long. If you want to survive then take the normal car, but no, in comes the hypocritic notion of the human mind, it won’t be as comfortable, then stop talking about survival for God’s sake!

That Feeling

Vaguely do I remember the last time I felt that twinge, that feeling for anyone, and I haven't felt that in a long time.

Attachments

Sometimes everything seems so vague, just so poetic. Sometimes you just wait for something to happen, and sometimes you dread something about to happen, sometimes you just feel bad for things which never happened, attachments are of the worst kind, whether to your job, your people, your colleagues or that one person.

Today I did not do anything, but for me I did a lot, just to listen to a few words, you do something, because no conversation is happening between you anyway and you dread that maybe it might not happen and maybe you dread asking why.

Sometimes you're better off not asking the questions you don't want the answers to, more like you couldn't handle the answers to.

Little Things

Sometimes all it takes is a casual warm, greeting to change your day.  A horrid sequence of days, leading to a very callous routine of day-to-day life. Just a casual, normal, but polite sentence from a person you'd never be expecting from can change your day, can make it happy.

Wow, this emotional part of me is just useless.

Changes

Some Time Back

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Friday

6.00 pm

The girl's story

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This was the time and day she waited for, for him, this was the time she had gotten to see him, he used to come once a week for an hour, for one class. That was the only time she could see him. At 5.50 pm, each Friday evening, her heartbeat started rising up and it kept on acting that way until she reached the institute. One fine day, somehow she devised a plan with her friend to get his number and somehow she arranged for a way to get his number, without even him asking for her number. So they started texting for some time, no, it was not the way people texted nowadays, like all the time, all day and all night, but sometimes, casual and fun. She didn’t want him to know of her feelings.

Obviously, her friend knew, and she told her everything,  Linda was a really mature person, she had liked this 'teacher' for a very long time, and each time she told Shruti about this, it was emotions galore.