A Walk #

Some Meditation

I just finished giving exams for my 12th grade, it was quite hectic, I had to go through a years study in a few weeks. I think I will pass though. I am getting ready to sleep now, I am listening to Brothers in Arms by Dire Straits. 

These mist covered mountains

Are a home now for me

But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Someday you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms

Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I've witnessed your suffering
As the battle raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the sun's gone to hell and
The moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line in your palm
We are fools to make war
On our brothers in arms  

Its valentine's day, me and J are at a restaurant, around us are many couples. 

"This sucks", I say, "we should be with girls". 

"I think we will have more luck if we turn gay", he says

"haha", I laugh. 

Back home, I practice playing "Dust in the Wind" on the guitar. Its a sad song, I don't really feel like dust in the wind, I am alive and here. I will die someday though and be dust after I burn, and if there is any wind, I will finally be dust in the wind. 

Having limited time I guess is the real sad part. We are all moving towards the end. Everything we do and are will fade with time. I remember being excited in anticipation of watching cartoons at 6 PM, before that I was playing cricket with my cousins. That was a long time ago, and now it is only a memory, a memory that will last only until I am alive. No one else  will know, my whole existence will hardly matter a hundred year from now. 

"Boy, that's one depressing song". 

I called J, and we decided to go out on our bikes. I don't have a license, but haven't got caught still. We went up a hill, and rested on the top. I could see a Gumba far out on a hilltop, the sun was shinning on it, everything else was under the clouds. It looked kinda cool. 

"Don't you think the monks get bored meditating all the time", I asked. 

"No", said J, "Meditating is fun". 

"How"

"Well when you meditate you can travel the spirit world", J said. 

"Bullshit", I said. 

"No, its true, you can talk with other spirits". 

"Whose spirit", I asked. 

"Anyone you want, you can talk with all the people who have died"

"What if the other person doesn't want to talk to you?" I asked. 

"Then you have to find someone else". 

"So, you can talk to Jimi Hendrix?"

"Yes", said J, "you can talk with him".

"Do you think the monks like rock music"

"May be", said J. 

"So, how do I meditate and talk with spirits?"

"You have to train for years", says J. 

"Oh, that sucks, so you think G made out with that girl last time in the club?"

"I don't know, he says he did", says J. 

"Man, wish that happened to me".