The one with-Skipper, Mate and Fate

 

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All the world's a reality TV.

All men n women merely "khatron k khiladi".

Seemingly doing what the heart desires,

Seemingly going with the flow, 

Struggling and sinking in mire though. 

Knowing that's not what He desires,

Knowing that's against the flow,

Neglecting n denying the gift of living H2O. 

Satan the entertainer, tempter n accuser, 

Slyly attacks the players sans shame,

Seducing 'em to grumble n crumble for fame. 

God the creator, sustainer n redeemer, 

Gladly calls the players by name, 

Guiding 'em to realize n rise for reclaim. 

Our iotic-myopic mind n vision can't fathom, 

O! who can serve both God n Mammon boy? 

Our daring act sows chaos n pseudo-joy.

His endless-selfless love echo in the Kingdom,

Hallelujah! Who else can vanquish evil's ploy? 

His loving pact sows peace n bonafide joy. 

Fire or life, there is certainty in eternity,

Fix your gaze on Him to fix your fate, 

Fervor-love fearful-awe can, our life reinstate.

Lest He asks- What 've I done to burden you?

Lest He says- You lawless, I never knew you.,

Leaving us on the other side of the Gate,

Let's level up n choose a true Skipper mate!

PS:  Am no Shakespeare or trying to be one. Love his creativity though.

Am no Prophet or trying to be one. Rever HIM and HIS creation more!

The Petrifying Magic Trick

I once found myself attending this great magician’s show.

It was night. We were seated on something that architects call “stairs to nowhere”. We were a small audience. Maybe 25-30, if I remember correctly. We were in the middle of a field- cricket or football or hockey; I don’t know. That's pretty unusual you see. We were not at the stands but on a stepped seating on the ground. Were there other spectators in the stands? I can’t remember! What’s more unusual is that there was no stage.

I was “busy” with my iPad. I think I was hooked to some game even while at the show.

The magician saw me. He approached me. Put his face in my face and said “You are next”.

My heart was already racing. He wants me to “volunteer” for his next act! I got up from my seat and followed him to the front.

Oh, by the way, this magician was anything but charming. He had a grin, an unusual grin. It reminded me of the masked Joker with a sly grin. Only here, this guy was not masked but had his face and hands painted. Painted blood red.

Anyways, this next trick is called Levitation.

I was asked to lie on a specific spot on the grass. I did.

I was asked to close my eyes. I did.

Next, I heard a muffled voice “Here...she was buried… here she lies”. Or something like that!!!

I gasped and the next thing I know I am being levitated. Pulled up flat. Like a soul leaving the body!

Of course, now I had a panic attack. I opened my eyes (at least I thought so). But the field floodlights now spotlighted on me. It was blindingly white. AaaaAAAaaaaaa!!!

And then suddenly, my eyes were opened (truly opened).

I found myself having a siesta with my husband who was still sleeping blissfully unaware.

But there’s a problem. I am frozen. I can’t move. I think I am moving and screaming. But I am not.

I tried my best to reach my husband. All I could reach are the hairs on his legs. I pulled them. I think I pulled them hard. But in reality, I just brushed them softly. He turned to me. Not because of what I did. He was just switching sides in sleep. And put he put his hand on me.

I unfroze.

 

Ps: It’s been more than 4 years that this happened. I still have this magician’s face, his grin etched in my memory. I still remember how my heart raced. I still remember the beads of sweat of fear. I still remember my helpless frozen state. I still remember how the floodlights dispelled all darkness and opened my eyes to reality.