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Niharika is a prolific writer-II



While I was lying on bed with my all body parts in dormant state .these two were wide awake and none of them ever wanted to end and rest.
Censor brain was lampooning me 

“First time in the history of writing world Booker International awards its prestigious prize to a self –styled writer for to at least write manuscript and search for publishers. The announcement came, last night after the fraternity was tired of some loose dreams of the lady who resides by the river Gomti and thinks to be residing by The Thames.
Aping the same gesture Pulitzer fraternity too announces Pulitzer prize 2014 to the same moron for at least go out and try some ground reporting.”
Then artist brain took the charge “ Censor what’s wrong with you ,cant you think something creative ,there is always something destructive going on in your brain, you don’t know one day this lady and her pen would conquer the world”

Censor brain imploded” what conquering her favorite overused word, don’t you see this lady gets up every morning with superficial energy and says ‘come on day, I will conquer you’

Unfortunately morning becomes noon and noon gets into the night without anything substantive achieved and at night she lays her ass down on bed without realizing that ‘the day has conquered her instead’, throughout just random thoughts go into her brain.

Artist brain defended “every random thought inside her counts”
Censor brain laughing out loud "what did you say ‘count’ don’t you know she does not know enough math to count her random thoughts. First of all she was poor at math then she blames tedious math teacher and education system for not teaching math creatively in the class room”.

Artist brain laughed out even louder “ she left mathematics not because she was slow and tedious with numbers but because she was fast and furious with the words”

Censor brain attacks again “she is fast ,you mean active  ,absolutely not she is so passive that even when an active voice sentence comes out via her tongue, it sounds too passive. Such is the audacity of her laziness. Last night she was completely insane when sitting idle she stood up and reincarnated words of Lord Indra from Rig Veda.

Such sacred words on wanderers
“There is no happiness for him who does not travel ,Rohita .thus we have learnt ,living in the society of Men ,the best man becomes a sinner. Therefore wander.
The feet of wanderer are like the flower, his soul is growing and reaping the fruit, and all his sins are destroyed by his fatigues in wandering .therefore wander
He who is sitting, his fortune sits too, it rises when he rises ,it sleeps when he sleeps it moves when he moves therefore wander”
-Lord Indra
Rig Veda

Such stupid words on wondering here she goes-
“There is no happiness for him who does not think.
Thus we have learnt, living in the society of men, the best man becomes a sinner .therefore wonder .the minds of wonderer are like flower, his soul is growing and reaping the fruit and all his sins are destroyed by his fatigues in wondering.
He who is sitting his minds sits too, it rises when it rises ,it dreams when he sleeps .it moves when he moves. Therefore wonder.”
-Lord Niharika
Dig Veda

“And funny part is that” said Censor “that after this sermon to herself she fell on bed and hurt her nose while over-acting  the lord. How silly is that?”

Artist brain took out his lower lip and pushing back its upper lip said to Censor “ by saying so you sound silly. Don’t you know ‘it takes a very smart person to sound silly and make fool out of others’ .and Niharika knows this art very well.
See for example, when Mr Obama visited India three years back, he was asked by one of the students at Xaviers “what opinion he holds for Pakistan?”
To which he responded very smartly by sounding silly and and making fool out of others he said” it was an enormous country .
After Abottabad incident every one came to know why it was enormous.Seymour Hersh too says same about fake case of Abottabad.”
Back home our own PM sounds so silly, but is so smart that he made fool out of others for 9 and half years.
So you lost again Censor”

Censor brain could not take this defeat and in its frustration started singing “ har kisi ko nahi milta yahaan booker,Pulitzer zindagi mein”
Artist brain could not stand this stupid humour of censor and sung back “ khusnaseeb hai ye jisko milegi ye bahhar zindagi mein.”

Censor brain changed up again “she is nothing except self styled writer –journalist. See what fate self styled people meet. Wait and watch
Artist brain attacked and said “think contemporary censor Selfi is the new trend in .see the rise of self styled politics in Delhi and self styled leaders have already took charge”.

They both continued while I slept when woke up was unable to locate my brain in the head; I think it exchanged place with my knees.
To be continued…….


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