Closer to the heavens! An enlightenment..

     This is a continuation of how the unwavering army of five completed the seemingly impossible schedule just in time and saved the city (well, it should have been saved ourselves, we aren't Power Puff girls anyway!). After the mind whirling shopping episode, we marched to the exhibition like royals (without the escorts :( ). It was fun and frolic from moment zero. Be it at the definitely-outta-my-purse shopping malls or the brightest painted exhibition malls, window shopping does seem to have its clamor. So after jumping in and out of almost every shop, it so happened that we got tired of the rude glances of the men in the cash counters.

    When this happened, I knew exactly what was going to happen next. It was the turn of the temporarily set-up eateries. Before you start tut-tutting your tongue, let me explain to you in detail, the state of these crowded setups. First was the turn of the radiantly colored candy, that looked like an spider web drenched with holi colours. After double checking to make sure that there were no spiders (alive or dead!) within them, we gobbled it up. Not that I would have minded one or two either (Kidding, of course!).

    When I see or hear Pav bhaji, it is important that I am rushed to the nearest chat stall lest I begin hallucinating. In order to save myself I did rush over there, but I was cured of the addiction the moment I saw the sad state of the onions that lay scattered! I vowed to become a non-chat-arian (Rhyme it with vegetarian).    
   
    After the nourishing (?) refreshment (???), it was the time to adventure after all. After 15 minutes of rational thinking, I decided to stay a coward! So, I became the bag-carrier for the four other braver ones. It was called the Cup-twister, (or was it cup-and-saucer?) and it rotated, revolved about every possible axes and by merely watching it go from the stands made me giddy enough like a full-spin washing machine!

    Despite my better earlier judgement, I decided to give the giant wheel a try! There was a fire in me, very similar to ones you get after 2 or 3 views of movies of bravery. Watching the brave ones get washed up in the twister gave me enough fire. But Ms. Half-blood-Vampire (One of my escorts) decided to retire to become the carrier. A hundred inspiring dialogues echoed in my head..Right from Poruthadhu podhum Manohara, pongi elu to waka waka! 
 
    It was my destiny. I had to conquer my fear, I was so reckless when I got the entry ticket for the death wheel. But then things changed, I hard landed on reality. After clambering into one of those coffin-like basket structures, I pretended to still have my poise. I rose with the circle and was at the top. It wasn't that bad. Just like looking out from the third floor of a transparent building. But the worst was yet to come.

    The wheel gained speed and I began losing my poise! What if the guy who welded my basket had just then broken up and hadn't welded it properly? what if a lightning struck when I was at the top? what if  the wheel started running wild and threw me out with the basket across miles? what if this was probably the last day in my life? what if the rigidity of steel had been miscalculated all these years and this wheel just broke? Probability told me it was a one-in-a-million chance that I would not make it out alive. But maths and reason calmed neither me nor my high-pitched squeaks (Thankfully, my partner squeaked worse!).

     When I hung without balance, with me helpless to save myself, my faith in me not withstanding, with nothing to hold up on except for those side bars, I realized what is it that people call God! Why they badly want to believe in the supernatural, why all that conscience-less looted wealth goes to the Vatican and Thirupathi, why all those flowing parlor-maintained tresses are sacrificed. One word, Fear! And at that moment, I wished I believed in it too! An enlightenment..