THE TIME DRAMA
KRS Murthy
Just another day
in the time drama
rolling over
my present abode
quickly to disappear
forever into the past horizon.
May as well come back
peeking its head
with a charming smile
or taunting me with its ugly mask.
Another day
sneaking up on me
from around a blind corner
of the unknown future pastures
Stage spanning from
horizon to horizon
New actors in every move
appear from nowhere
to fade away forever
Strangers turn out to be parents,
with more strangers
to be brothers, sisters, kith and kin
Lots of strangers to befriend us
Many friends to walk away as strangers
Strangers to steal your heart
Some only to avail you of your wallet
While you greet strangers
As a piece of your own
A stage for strangers to belong
to each other for only a short while
Strangers to forget they are totally
new to each other
to act as if they really belong
dearly to each other
Would never meet or care
Would not even remember
that they were all there upon exit
Final exit back to nowhere
Unknown moments dance with me
Out of rhythm with the fascination beat
Never in tune with the anxiety music
on the present stage
to rush to the side wings
away behind the back screen.
The drama of life
with twists and turns
in the story written just for me
When is the beginning of the next act?
When is the ending of this act?
Acts behinds the acts parading
It is all the same drama
with new beginnings
in every dance step
Never do I really get
to know the story behind
All my quick clumsy steps
in all of these acts
with no scripts to be found
Never do I get to live the parts
but only to act the roles
with no real skills
like a novice on the stage
or just as an extra
an invisible actor
many times with no applause
when in shadow of others
who steal my show
It is time to quietly bow
get away from the spotlight
or hide behind the curtains
It is already time for the curtains to close
by the time I get in sync with the beats
The drama must go on
Go on forever
Long after I shed my costumes
Hang up my masks
Wash off my make up
To walk off the stage
Never to look back
Walk off to the side wings
Alas! Can't believe at all
All this drama without a Director!
What an illusion of a script!
Drama without a director!
Magical disappearing act
into nothingness
No stage, no theater, no actors
Was it all an illusion, after all?
CURSE
KRS Murthy
Slap me on my cheeks really very hard
Whip my body cruelly soaking me in blood
Stab my heart deep with a long sharp dagger
Through me in the center of a flaming fire
Dump me deep to sink in stinking sewer
Feed me to a pack of hungry hyenas live
Let pythons swallow my body whole
Make me roll on a sharp bed of nails
If that is all the punishment for me
Let my child come back alive soon
Healthy back into my arms forever
For him to feed under my bosoms
Let me see him grow, day after day
Learn to talk, to walk and play in fun
Be like any other happy mother's kid
Grow big, live long like any other man
Go ahead and take me to hell right now
Release me from the life of hell on earth
Of a childless mother suffering in pain
The big loss of a sweet innocent infant
God! If you ever knew how a mother feels
You would never have been this merciless
Giving me the nine months of carrying joy
Just to take it away from my arms to grave
If you really hear all my cries and prayers
If it is really true, that you are a "know it all"
Never to answer me, nor feel the least remorse
You may as well be cast a severe curse by me
Curse that no soul would know you forever
Turn you deaf to the praying souls, for sure
Blind at heart with no feelings like a stone
With all the souls jailed to ignorance to you
MY STORY
KRS Murthy
PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS STORY
I feel this story is not written for you to read. You may as well read some thing else, or throw this book away and just go out to a bar, blabber in front of the bar tender, and have "intellectual" conversations with the most intelligent man in the bar (I mean the bar tender!). You may even go to a restaurant and have prime rib, or sushi and put yourself to sleep.
I am writing this for responsible citizens of the world. If you decide to read this story, please make sure that you tell about this story to your kids, kith and kin, and even strangers.
Let me get out of the way, and let you read it seriously in a peaceful place.
Hey! Stop for a minute. Come here, please. I forgot to tell you something. Thank you very much for reading my story.
THE STORY
I woke up disturbed by my own loud snoring! My eyelids were so much glued shut that I had to shake my head wildly and open it with force. All the flies that were having a party on my nose, mouth and face all night scattered and flew away, when I shook my head. My majestic beard and long hair, true sign of my manhood, behaved like a fan and blew away all other flies refusing to leave the party.
You should have been here last night to hear the music. Everyone in my family totally twenty-five kids and grown-ups alike, were in the music. Don?istake me, please! None of us in the family are musicians. It was actually a snoring competition. It really started as we were having our big feast of the year. Everyone was so loudly burping shamelessly that it sounded like a music competition. Soon people ate so much that they were all falling asleep even while chewing and one after the other started snoring. No one wanted to loose in this big snoring competition all night. Of course, I am always the loudest, and really proud to be with the dominant snore. I am also the biggest and head of my family. I ate so much that I do not even remember when I really fell asleep. Any time there is a big feast in our family I make sure that I get to eat first. I don?ven care for the kids. I slap them hard, if they come in my way while I am feasting. I know what you are thinking! You think that I am very mean. I just want you to understand that this is our family tradition. Being the head of the family, I always eat first. There is always plenty for others, and so they can eat later anyway.
I just don't believe that it is my job to bring in the meal everyday. I am the head and the biggest in the family, but it is the job of the mothers of my kids. By the by, I forgot to tell you one very important thing. No one in my family eats vegetables, but all of us like red meat. We like the meat really raw and freshly killed. We just use our hands and mouth to eat. We do not have any table manners, simply because we don't have any table. The blood should be oozing out and we savor the meat biting and chewing directly from the animal. Yesterday was really a special meal. We all ate humans. You heard it right! It was a special taste.
Did I tell you that we live in the forest? We are not from your race, the human race. We are animals, and proud to be from the royal family. I am the king of the jungle. I am the biggest lion, and the proud patriarch of many lionesses and cubs.
My childhood was miserable. I was really born in a jail. My parents, and all my relatives were in jail when I was born. I even spent a large part of my childhood and youth in the jail. Many years before I was born my parents lived in this forest. If you think I am big and handsome, you would have admired my dad who was the biggest and strongest I have ever seen. He had a very majestic walk. I heard that, when he was in his prime, all the animals would simply give way wherever he walked. Any place he walked was the royal highway. He was really the king of this jungle.
One day when my parents, aunts and uncles, and my cousins were relaxing and almost asleep after a heavy meal, some people from your race had come to our jungle without our permission and shot some bullets on all of them, hiding behind some trees and bushes, very a very long distance. Everyone in our family thought that they might die by the bullet shots. Instead, they all felt uncontrollable sleepiness very soon. Next thing they remember, when they all woke up, was that the forest had simply disappeared. They were all in some kind of a jail. No place to walk, roam or play. They were all hungry, but there was no food to eat. How do you catch a prey in a jail! My father told me that he and all in the family were regularly beaten. Small pieces of some old and smelly meat were thrown to them once in awhile. My father remembers that he was always hungry. He became very weak in a few days. The people would make him do all kind of funny things. He had to jump, roar and even roll over when they shouted at him. My father had become so weak that he could not even roar at all. He had lost all his vigor. Everyone realized that their fate had turned to being slaves confined to the jail.
This is the condition in which I was born. All I knew was the jail. I had never seen a forest. Lots of people came to see me when I was born. They took so many photographs of me. I also came to know that they took lots of money from the people who came to see me. I did not get even a single penny out of that money they collected. They would not even let me spend much time with my dad.
Days, weeks and months passed like this. My parents gave me most of the meat they were given, so that I would grow really fast. I got bigger and bigger, and felt stronger every passing day. You may not know that we all have our own language when we talked to each other. My parents, uncles and aunts told me everything of the past and about the fun in the forest. They told me that they were all waiting for me to growing strong and big. I was also taken with my parents and relatives to watch and do all kind of silly tricks.
It was the day, when I was supposed show my first tricks in front of all the people gathered to see us. All of us and other animals had been talking to each other in our animal language. People of your race had no clue of what we were all planning.
I was standing in position with the other lions. My father was on my right side. The man who had beaten my father for all these days was looking at me and shouted at me to do my trick. I was really quiet. I simply behaved as if I did not hear what he said. I also pretended as if my attention was somewhere else. He also swept the whip at me, which was about to hit my head. All I did was to roar so loud that all the people simply stood on their feet. With the second loud roar, I leaped on him and pounced on the face with my right paw. Blood came out like a spring and sprayed all over the face of my father who was next to me. I have heard that lions are so brave that they never cry. This day was an exception. A small drop of tear came out of his eyes in happiness of the blood spray on his face.
People started running everywhere scared and confused. I cannot still believe what came over me next. I started hitting on him so many times, even though I knew that he was dead by my first blow. I dragged him all over the area and into the streets with tracks of blood as I dragged him.
Confusion was what we all wanted. All the animals were so happy that they run to the forest in very little time. We made sure that every one escaped before our lion family walked out and disappeared in the forest.
I am sorry that I get emotional every time I think of the event. My father became the king again. However, he was so mentally disturbed that he never regained his composure and confidence. He soon became very lonely. In few months, he died. My mother is also very weak. She has lost her appetite. She has no interest in anything these days. You can see her sitting very far under the old tree.
We do not really eat humans. We also do not want to relive the nightmare that my parents and family went through being taken away from the forest again. Yesterday happens to be the anniversary of our freedom from the jail. We like to spend the anniversary peacefully in the forest. However, we have adopted a new tradition. If especially on the anniversary day any humans come to our area with pistols and guns, we all get alerted. We still keep quiet, even though alerted, till anyone opens fire. The moment fire is opened we start protecting ourselves and kill the humans with guns and pistols.
We do not harm people if they are unarmed. You did not have any thing in your hand, but some papers and pen. You also wanted to hear my story.
It is getting late as the dusk is settling in slowly. I think it is time for you to go home. Your wife and family may already be worried. I want to you to go home before it is really dark.
I want to really thank you for hearing my story. Be careful going home. Have a safe trip home.
Hey! I already told you to walk very carefully. You are about to step on that king cobra!
Encore! Encore!
KRS Murthy
Come closer to me
Give me a kiss
A real tender kiss
A kiss that can be savored
Only by my soul
A kiss that lasts
Lasts very long
As long as our life time
May even be for ever
If the souls are meant
To reincarnate many times
Allow each other
To follow each other
to meet each other
As if they make believe
they were strangers
to each other for their
'love at first sight'
playing encore
Do you hear
the heaven's angels singing
"encore! encore!" ?
Haven't we met before? Before you read ALL ABOUT ME, just ahead:
Do you want to know all about me? Here is your chance. I am telling it just like it is. No more hiding. No more game play. I am really coming out this time.
WARNING: Close your eyes! All the dirt is coming out. Do you hear the sound of all the skeletons in my closet?
IMPORTANT NOTE: Please do not forget to see the footnote.
"All About Me" is going to be a new section, as I am finding so many things about me to write about.
All new additions to this section will be titled "More about me".
I hope that you will still like me after reading it!
ALL ABOUT ME
I LIKE ME
I am my best friend. I am my best fan, and also the President of my own fan club. Membership is by invitation only. I invite myself so many times. I have always graciously accepted my courteous invitation. Of course, I do not pay any membership fees to myself!
Have you ever tried to hug yourself? I do it all the time, as I congratulate myself for so many good things I have done, and for many more things I have never done, but felt good stealing from others.
Sometimes, I pat myself on my back because it just feels good. It is like eating junk food, because it is so satisfying, knowing that it is not good for me.
I am also my worst critic. Sometimes, I agree with me completely. Debate gets out of hand, at other times, as I argue with myself. It is just like hitting and kicking myself, boxing myself with no knock out.
Do you know another secret why I can never knock myself out? I am my own referee too!
Would you ever believe that I abuse myself? Force myself to eat when I tell myself enough already. But easily ignore myself. I ignore me more than others have ignored me all my life!
Sometimes, I get a doubt that I know nothing of me. However, I always ignore myself and do not let any doubt come between me and myself.
Nevertheless, I always complain that my friends and lovers do not make any effort to understand me. I never really tell them that I do not want them to know the "real me". It is very embarrassing if they really learnt everything about me.
MORE ABOUT ME
JEALOUSY
I am jealous of everyone but me. My jealousy has tied its rope around me so much that, as soon as I try and finish taking of one knot, I will have created few more knots. I don't like rich people, intelligent, hard working and good looking people. I am jealous of every other race, nationality and background. I hate my own kind as well. Many times I feel jealousy is burning me alive. Worst of all, I am some how convinced that I am justified in my behavior.
The real secret is that no one I am jealous of knows how I feel about those people at all. I even smile little more on those people. Wide smile outside and a real bad frown inside.
TRUTH AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH
What lies? I have never lied. That is not really a lie. No, I have never said that!
Lie is like salt. It is very important to spice up of our life. Try leaving the salt out in any hot and spicy cooking, and you know how it tastes. Life can be really bland and tasteless without lies. It is the salt that keeps your pump going! Lie a little bit here and there, and throw some lie over your shoulders for good luck.
Now you already read my justification to lie, and not feel so guilty after all. I am doing what life needs for it to be interesting. Sometimes, I have tried to make a list of people I have not at all lied to ever before in my life. The list never got started! Yep! It is a blank list. I have lied to my parents, siblings, friends, coworkers, and even total strangers. I have even lied during confessions. I have gotten most satisfaction when I told lies to IRS. With my hand on the Bible, in the court was the scariest thing! Not really because I am afraid of the Bible, but mainly because I will be behind bars if they found out I lied. I know that even the judge has lied all his life.
Let me tell you that I have lied to the most important person in my life. No, it is not any of my many girl friends! I really mean I have lied to myself so many times. I make believe that I don't even know my own lies.
You never know when I am telling a lie or the truth. I say, "Believe me or Trust me" especially when I am telling a big lie. I even do not look in people's eyes when I lie. My habit is that I have to look at nothing, or stare away from the person when I am not telling the truth.
There is one very important advantage to telling a lie compared to truth. There is one and only one truth. Don't you think it is really boring! You can be very creative when telling a lie. All that you have to do is tell anything but the truth. Only problem is I get so very creative that I loose track of which lie was told whom at what time and what day! I have been in so many troubles all my life, but I do not see any point in telling the truth. I think truth should never be told. Truth has become so much of an extinct species, that we need a team of attorneys commissioned with President Clinton as the Chairman. I really like him. He is so very tactful. You always knew Nixon was not telling the truth.
We should pardon all good-looking people when they lie and give them complete freedom to say anything they want to say. Have you also felt that good-looking people are the most trusted people, and they are very cute when they lie? Ugly people look like they are telling a lie even when they are really telling the truth.
I recommend a very important change to our constitution. Rich people should be permitted to lie as much as they want. They are never going to be caught or punished even with the best evidence. Just follow the IRS policy and leave all the rich people alone to do what ever they want.
Rich people have no ability to survive in a jail! Only poor people should be in jail!
Yet, I am the only company I can keep when feeling lonely. All alone in sleep and all the waking hours I dream of a whole different world, that I want to be custom built just for me. Sometimes, I am confused of what I really want. My mind keeps changing. My desires go really wild at times, that I cannot even believe my own self.
Foot Note: Many of the readers told me that this may not be just about me. They think it is really about them. It is like looking at a mirror. Everyone thinks that the person inside the mirror just looks really like them. I am really getting a doubt that the mirror makes the viewer a little more cartoon like, but still a very true image.
What do you think?
New Writing from Murthy
Dr. Murthy said ....
Do not just dream, but only dream streamlined towards a goal. Let me welcome you into my heart numerous ways. 
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Welcome to your permanent Home
KRS Murthy
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