The Trip
No ordinary morning, no ordinary evening and for sure no ordinary night. It didnt seem everything revolving would stop to notice, neither did it feel like the urge to look at the dark side, it all happened by default, within the blink of an eye, it felt like nothing before, I heard voices, randomly; songs, structuredly; movie with no sound and sound track. It didnt began to die out, it felt it will last forever, sometimes putting me into confusion if the sleep within would ever realise that the physical sleep and itself were distant cousins set out to confuse people. It felt like nothing before.
The night of life and lights didnt blur like I thought, My head didnt explode, the slow induced life into the artifical one's we're living was neither welcome nor unwelcome. Initially, the senses and the controllers felt distinct, they felt disconnected, they felt random, as i let myself to sleep to wake in it to the reality, I saw things, i felt them, I wondered if the lines drawn and the mercury filled into the emptiness would make sense end of the day. It could i thought. The "force" swirled around built momentum and in strength through numbers and derivatives kept pulling me, It pulled me right, far right, I wanted to hold onto something, something strong so that i would not be pulled off the chair, individual organs, parts bore the brunt, the pull, toppled my senses to distant dimensions, I told myself, i would remember questions that i asked myself during this pleasure, there were 6 in all, but what they were, I will never remember, all i wanted to do was to listen to Jimi Hendix's Purple Haze and i was listening to Deep Purple's Hush (Now i totally love this song, watch the video's of both the songs, Click 'em) which was not too bad, it being the acoustic version. The force kept pulling me to the right, it came to the point where i was scared i would explode, for the first time in my life i felt relieved that someone too wanted my life apart from me, frankly there's not much to look ahead to.
Suddenly this force which pestered me for a while, took the form of a movie reel, this movie reel was pretty weird, it was like a 4 by4 matrix where the bottom of the matrix was stretched to infinity, i tried to locate the end, the 4 never extending boxes initially had the numbers 1,4,0 and 8. Why them ? I have no reason, just like kids play selecting boxes in a maze by putting a stone on them and then skip it while jumping from one box to an other, there was some stone, more like a small black ball, that kept jumping in an ordered fashion through the boxes to and fro which scared me for reasons unknown, the reel kept unwinding and its source was out of vicinity of my view, the reel kept going into the darkness, there was some shaded black that could be differentiated from its neighbourhood of black through some shaded difference, i noticed it, i wondered when Black and White movies were made was this difference noticed and brought out onto the screen for a better colour experience during the monochrome days. Suddenly the reel stopped moving, it took me a lot of time to realise this as the environment was all same and i had to decipher this move by the movement of the reel through it all, as soon as i noticed it, there were four huge columns drawn with well defined walls and emtiness left for filling within, it was like a thermos flask with one dimension visibility the one's you usually have for exhibition or for customer awareness programs, the first three were already filled and the fourth column, further split into two columns one was Yes and the other was No, the red fluid which now i think is alcohol filled up the Yes column to a lot of distance, after some time i lost track of the length it went to and came back to focus my attention on the No column which instantly on starting to get filled got stopped.
Suddenly the musicians sitting across started playing Silk Route's Dooba Dooba this was probably the most relishing time of my trip, I knew i was leaning onto the table but i felt by shoulder and collar bones co-ordinated and suddenly i felt like a drop of water in the ocean, if you've ever noticed, after a while into the sea when things seem calm, the water from a closer look seems like small plate's floating across others and making way for themselves, this was exactly where i was i was one small surface among thousand others, for once i was not hydrophobic and i loved it, as i opened my eyes to sense the waves, i could see the nearest pair of halogen lamps shake just like the water in the ocean, they perfectly coordinated with the music as my head did and it felt awesome, the song ended to end my hydraulic trip to the nearest ocean, as Vani kept trying to wake me up and I made a constant effort to get out of it all, i succeded, It took me a good 40 minutes to come back to life and place an order to make myself feel better. I wanted to go home in the middle of it all, all Vani kept saying was, dont get scared, its new, so it feels different, the other high is what u always get since u know how it feels, you feel secured about it happenning again and again.
The next time ? I dont know :)
