the Thinker

Let me not ruin this moment by writing things like, “hey, I am back folks!” If I do so, many of you might look questioningly at my blog and think, “Who is this lunatic and where the hell is she celebrating her return from? Who was waiting for her anyways?”

Then a sudden realisation dawns upon the lunatic and she realises, she has awoken from her slumber. But how long has she been asleep? A phrase gets typed into the search engine God had once gifted her inside her head. It says-“since when have I been sleeping?” The search begins and continues for around 15 minutes. “What a slow server!” thinks the lunatic, “Earlier, answers would come up so fast,” she keeps mumbling to herself. Finally, the search ends and the answer lands upon her like a bolt of thunder. It says- “…since you bit the poisoned apple.”

She stares at her computer screen. No, no, it was not a google search. “Have I been asleep since then? But what broke the spell? Love’s first kiss works only for Disney princesses like SnowWhite. But with me it would rather be the smell of the first rain shower, the overwhelming fragrance of the incense sticks or maybe that of freshly polished wood.”

“You idiot, these things put to sleep and don’t wake you up.”

“Who said that?” the lunatic looked around and saw no one. Then her eyes traveled towards the mirror in her room and she saw another one, who looked just like her as if some twin. But she had none.

“Who are you?” she asked this look alike.

“It’s me, the Thinker,” replied the look alike.

“Oh! You still exist? But I am no more a writer or blogger. I have changed the channel from which ideas were transferred to my mind. It now only sees drawings, sketches, paintings, human anatomy, bipeds, quadrupeds, storyboards, characters, key frames, in-betweens, clean-ups, line tests, Photoshop, Maya, Aftereffects and loads of other software jargon. And all of these appear in the form of techni-coloured visuals when I close my eyes, something like what Dumbo and the tiny mouse saw when they got drunk after drinking from a barrel (For reference, watch Disney’s Dumbo).”

“Hmm,” the Thinker looked at her, worried. “I can see that the poison has done a lot of damage already. But don’t you remember me at all?” I am as much as you as you think you are now,” said the Thinker.

“What?! What are you talking about? What does that mean anyways?” asked the lunatic, utterly confused.

“Never mind, just put this post in your blog,” she commanded.

“I have a blog?” asked the lunatic.

“ENOUGH!!” yelled the Thinker, enraged with her counterparts’ ignorant conduct.

So here now, the lunatic posted it on a certain blog called the Thinker and for the last time asked, “You think they still remember you?”

“Not only them, I have to remember myself too. We shall see,” replied the Thinker, calm and contented.