It happened in less than a minute... Took around 50 seconds... A group of four men, masked and armed swarmed in from nowhere and pounded onto him like a pack of wolves. He was out from his car, talking over the cell phone dressed in grey black double breasted Armani suit and Ray Ban wrap around glasses easily making him the object of contention; He was taken by surprise and thrashed to the ground with a severe blow behind his head. The masked hooligans hemmed in and pursued their brutal acts of besetment like the wolves strangulating their target to impede any further possibility of offense and escape.. Lying in a pool of blood he was screaming out loud with his mouth dribbling down saliva and teeth as the hooligans went on with their mean ways in broad daylight. The sunlight streaming through the fractured Ray Ban glasses into his pleading eyes begging for mercy. The crowd which have the 'starers' and 'bygoners' pause and devote the less than a minute of their valuable time, heeding to the morality hardwired into their brains, to witness the brutality sober faced and stone hearted. An act no less inhumane than merely be a spectator with such supine and selfish helplessness.. A collective effort could have definitely altered his fate but such acts of rescue rests on the broad shoulders of the super-heroes who are more known to use their extraordinary gifts in the celluloid and fantasies of the ordinary souls than prance around in the subdued reality..
The bullies have accomplished their tasks, an incompetent and insidious way of earning bread and wine and he lay unconscious gasping for breath with broken ribs, relieved of his wallet, ornaments, car and a glittering engagement ring which is yet to mark an impression on his skin...

A straw stemming out of the stodgy cavalcade of the portentous mental faculty... consequence of an unusual afternoon nap...

what can you do when the whole world joins to conspire against you??
an unbending domestic and overseas pressure forcing you to succumb;
an insufferably evil means to an end so mortifying and painful..
raw green jealously perpetrating heinous acts of harassment, verbal abuse, torture...
what can you do but give in??
sever the silk of your life...
part away from the long glistening pride standing tall, wild and free..
trim it down to tolerable levels of decency..

a revolution gone awry..
a rebel trampled under the hollering forces of mediocrity..
what can anyone do???

A scream out of the gut
rising loud and high
screaming and screaming
until the throat runs dry;
Buried deep down inside
a searing anguish
tearing out the grave
all set to vanquish;
The birth of pain
and its presence ominous
venting out strong
through the voice vociferous;
of which I often confront
with a cheerful glee
but today, I am different
I am not thee...

The hapless soul brimmed
with stricken grief
taxing out which otherwise
had its moments brief;
how unforgiving is
the entrenched sorrow
dousing the feeble hopes
of a beautiful tomorrow;
stand tall and fight at front
thats the very optimist me
for today, I am different
I am not thee...

The unyielding pangs of pain swelling
out through the blue veins
And tears pouring down
like the cold November rain;
A painful prospect
I strongly believed
to be a rosy retrospect;
Cauldron of memories rich and affluent
I reminisced wild and free
alas today, I am different
I am not thee...

There is a heads and there is a tail.. They have different opinions, different stories to tell, different decisions to make, different paths to tread... They dont have consensus on anything, they dont have anything in common, they dont like each other and yet they are part of the same coin, living together, co-existing with each other to complete the coin...

H: The world that we live in is a realm of surreal existence... A path laid out to seek redemption from this imaginary existence..
T: What we experience now, at this moment, is the only world that we have. There is no path to a higher world on from here.. Our life here is the only purpose we have..
H: Our sole purpose in this life and the life after is to attain an inner peace within ourselves.. Man is born again and again to rot in this hell until he culminates in salvation through his deeds to set foot in the world of God..
T: Peace and Human Mind cannot coexist. Mind is synonymous to chaos, it creates chaos to crave for peace. Only the craving matters for the mind. The object is not significant, its the feeling that mind associates with the object which is of prime importance. When the craving is gone, the mind jump dives into chaos to seek more of it..
H: The very existence of Human Mind craving for carnal pleasures is the creation of the Supreme. The purpose of every creation including the mind and the rest of it is to conjoin with the Divine...
T: A coin when tossed has an equal probability of showing Heads and Tails, and when such a coin shows Heads twice.. we graciously accept it as chance; however if the coin shows Heads ten successive times then we dont attribute it to chance. We suspect trickery or a biased coin.. Our intuitive perceptions have grossly underestimated the abilities of chance coupled with the mind's fascination for things beyond its comprehension, miracles, is the reason why we supposedly believe the presence of a Supreme power behind everything around us and ourselves.
H: Its merely impossible for an event of such tremendous complexity to have happened by sheer proximity of blithe chance. A guiding intervention of an omnipotent force cannot be disregarded in such an event assuming colossal proportions.
T: Its not impossible, its highly improbable as per the Human Mind.. Nature has evolved and is evolving in zillion ways.. Our own existence in this planet is proof enough for such an event to have occurred.
H: God has known to exist throughout the history of mankind. How can we refute such an all-pervasive presence giving undue credit to chance and evolution of Nature???
T: God is perhaps the biggest conspiracy of the human civilisation created by, the architect-in-chief, man himself in pursuit of the most desirable thing known to him, Power... Religions and the many forms of God is a fantabulous creation of the Mind whose fascination knows no limits.. God is simply a fancy and fallacy of the craving Mind. God is unreal, an illusion.. There is no God..!!

This is just one of the many imaginary coins that has tossed out of my Mind... They have a remarkable power to alter the course of events. Funny what a coin can do..!!