The weekend that was so tranquil

This weekend was marked as one of my most serene weekends. It was very blissful. I was off to almost all online activities for one and a half days (there was no Internet connection) and confined myself to magazines that I could afford. I had spent the time somehow wisely and at sometime  (for the first time, at least for a year or so) I felt boring. Had watched a couple of movies (repeatedly and incessantly) that are really nice and brought me back my old idyllic days. Performed daily all weekly chores that are required till the next weekend.

Again routine from tomorrow till next Friday eve. To office, to room and to office to room etc. Lot of things are there to do on next weekend, hope will do all the required works without any procrastination.    

A Day in Sleeping

Sounds weird, but certainly true. Almost for the whole day (yesterday), I was in sleeping starting from 2:00 am in the night to 12:30 pm in the afternoon. Had lunch @ 1:20 pm and had browsed for an hour and then slept again. It's been nearly 6 months or so that I didn't sleep this much. It was a bizarre feeling. For nearly 3 quarters (18 hours) in that day, I was in an other world where dreams prevail over the normal things. Anyhow I couldn't say, whether it is good to sleep for that much, but things got set right.

Into the Eerie...

It was a winter season and 1’O clock in the night. Cool breezes were piercing me like a volley of bullets. Darkness loomed all over the world (not certainly). I heard dogs’ barking sounds and owls’ screeches. No one was present on the surroundings. It was grisly and terrifying. But I could survive that bone crunching night. As I was strolling through the corridors of a house, I heard a loud creak from a far distance. I had tried to increase my pace, but my frozen legs were not supporting and unable to land them firmly on the ground. After staggering for some time, suddenly I encountered a sepulchre, beside which laid a carcass (though I couldn't identify). But there was no graveyard as such. It was isolated by some means. For some time a sense of déjà vu stroked me. Where was I? Was I alienated or was I in another world? I shouldn't have come to here. But something drove me in this direction. What the best I could do? I keenly observed that tomb and found something. An epitaph labelled on it with very tiny letters. It said “las unidades de destino de todos” and I couldn't decipher it.

I remembered the days of my schooling. As a part of “beyond daily chores” program, they (teachers) used to teach us extra activities like computer lessons, drawing/painting, Multilingual skills (any two among Dutch, French, Latin and Spanish) etc.  I opted for the two extremities. I was certainly good at Spanish (not mastered though) than Dutch. There were weekly two sessions on these languages and the semantics of these two languages had fascinated me, and this erstwhile adrenaline made me to do masters in philology in these two languages.

Spanish did really help me in deciphering this phase. The inscription says “Fate drives everyone”. For a while I thought about why this had been written and the purpose of it at the moment albeit it is an axiom. I pondered over it for a long time, but couldn't come to a point, why it had been labelled in rubric on the very right corner of the grave. The carcass was putrefying; I was unable to bear its fetid smell. I should leave this place as soon as possible: muttered myself. I walked by the tomb in such a way that as if it was not there. My mind was still insisting me towards the inscription. After walking for some meters, I saw an incarnate creature-and its silhouette suggesting me that it was an anthropoid. It was stationary for a long time as I had been. Thoughts kept crossing my mind. Whether anybody is also isolated from the rest of the world like me? After some time it started approaching me. A ray of light illuminated it partially, showing its black robe and blanched face and I came to know that it was not a human being but a phantom. I was completely drenched in sweat in that coldness (<10C temp) after confirming that it was a spectre. I had prayed for almost all gods whoever came to my mind at that moment. In that placid ambience, it came to me…

I suddenly woke up from the heavy sleep that I had and screamed NO. My roommate also woke up suddenly with a jerk. He too screamed. OMG that shit nightmare! Had gulped a half bottle of water in hurry and slept.

Note: This is totally fictional and has no resemblance to anyone. If so, it is a mere coincidence.

At last...

Finally, I landed in Blogger, the Wharf of many Bloggers. 
Thank you GOOGLE.