Some of us try to attain unity of thought, speech and action. The journey, I promise, is not without its high points.
He turns in his sleep again. The room is boiling hot and his dreams are not helping either. It has been like this ever since he can recall. The heart which meekly succumbs in the day when told to exercise control over its incessant desires .. the same heart is like a raging bull .. putting its head down and rushing in any direction it likes.
Sometime, in the process of growing up, a thought took his fancy. To do as you say as you feel. It will be that simple. There will be no exceptions. He will bear only one face, and that will be a face that does not know shame or repentance.
Back to the future. So what has changed? Does the heart no longer have the devil's desires? Do thoughts that belong in hell not cross his mind? Far from it. And if they do and his chosen motto of life has to co-exist, there's only one way to go - wait a minute, there is another option. He can be the devil - who knows not how to repent or what guilt means. The option, sadly, is merely an outcome of rational thinking. And that, one feels, rarely works in the human world. So we go back to his only available path.
Deny ! Reject ! Ignore ! All these petty whims and fancies are mere figments of your imagination. That is what he tells himself. You do not feel them - you just think you do. They will go away if you don't pay any attention. He is sure that the right direction has now been chosen. He is on his way to a politically correct nirvana.
That, however, is in the day. The dark night is not so generous. She invokes the devil inside him and invokes the darkest there is inside the devil's heart itself. The devil expands - to become his dreams - of shapes bizarre. He is breaking into sweat again. Hopefully, the morning shower will help.
That turns out to be mere wishful thinking. As he steps into the hot shower in the morning, his eyes close, and he has visions of being Kevin Spacey in that movie he saw the other night. He helps himself, so to say, and manages to play a thousand fantasies in his mind - all in fast forward. He comes out clean.
Take two. Now he is behind the wheel - driving to work. He is only half there, of course, the other half is immersed in the music being played by the car stereo - each song bringing alive the memories of a distant past. The other half is concentrating - he has promised to himself to be a careful driver. It’s drizzling! A pretty number crosses the road! The eyes move off it - the road that is. She is definitely "interesting". He tells himself that he is not leching - just admiring beauty. Politically Correct. Watch out !! He brakes hard to save the car in front. Both his selves are woken up from their respective reveries.
The devil just reared its head. Better kill him before he takes over. Stamp his head. Stamp ! Stamp !! Bury him deep. Huh! Its safe again - safe to live this day - the way you are supposed to. He recalls something a friend once told him. Something about man being a social ANIMAL.
He smiles to himself.
What stayed with you?
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