Followers of the Heart

Steve’s passing away has a spawned a generation of gleeful followers overnight. “Follow your heart” has assumed a cult status and is threatening to stop the Earth from turning. Every direction I crane my neck into, I see hordes of revellers doing what they had always wanted to but couldn’t.

Trust me, of late the eve-teasers have become shriller, pickpockets have upgraded themselves to burglars and burglars have promoted themselves into cold-blooded murderers. And to complete the honourable cycle, Judges are discovering more and more technical flaws to let stark criminals walk free. Government, a.k.a. the institutionalised corruption, is screwing the citizens harder and harder till they can’t even shit anymore and thus loose all respect for themselves for not being able to follow their asses!

Someone I faintly believed was an otherwise industrious blogger till the other day has taken to reckless eating and sleeping. She has even published a series on following her heart, solemnly vowing to ‘eat and sleep’ to be followed by more ‘eat and sleep’.

My scheming pair of twins has suddenly become naughtier. My mailbox is inundated with alarming warnings from Disney et al stating how my wards are calling their co-players ‘monkeys’ and ‘black’ on the internet. I believe they have stealthily started punching the enfant terrible of the neighbourhood when their doting parents are not around, too!

The wife has become more determined than ever. In one swift move, she has dropped all good looking damsels from her inner coterie of acquaintances. What has been more unfortunate though is the fact that the vacancies arising out of departure of beautiful women from her group have been answered with inclusion of toad-like beings. The other day she declared she always knew in her heart how selfish and useless certain lady was and she would not stand her in the name of society or harmony or whatever crap I may suggest. As you may guess, I had started taking some harmless interest in her!

One of these evenings I nearly fainted when I came upon the new cabinet enjoying an impromptu tea party. Some of them looked so horrid I swore noiselessly, ‘fair is foul and foul is fair….’ The doting woman that my wife is, it has been one of her seminal weapons to make herself more desirable by contrast. That said, she merely seems to have taken to her heart’s ways with an unbelievable passion.

And the less I say of my older folks, the better. They have suddenly decided to skip their morning walks and exercises. To hell with arthritis, breathlessness, blood pressure and indigestion! I suspect they have been skipping their daily medication too. My objections are being met by fatalistic witticisms on life, death, God and doing one’s own things!

As if Steve’s passing wasn’t a shock enough, the above state of affairs has set in a stubborn depression deep into my soul. That, coupled with the golden advice of the scorching genius, has guided me to spend on my credit cards as if the world were to oblige the Mayan calendar in a matter of but a few months. I have crystallised the huge ‘wishlist’ of books pending on various online portals notwithstanding the fact that I am already sitting on a growing pile of untouched books amassed over the years. I ordered that camera bag I always wished to sling along, added a new Speedlight to my photography kit and acquired the motorised version of a lens that I already had. My desktop computer now boasts of a beefy graphics card supported by a new state-of-the-art power supply unit. I have already paid a couple of visits to the Apple store and toyed with the iPhone and iPad and the cute salesgirl is sure I’ll return soon to pick them up. Now that I have developed the courage, everything else is secondary….

And what have these silly credit card companies been up to? A couple of them have called me saying I have shamelessly exceeded the limits sanctioned to me and that they are sorry to stop further transactions till I clear off the dues and applicable penalties. They are soon going to be able to connect the dots and realise I have simply been following my heart to the extent of no return and that, a Greek default is imminent!