Bhatinda Tales

It’s around 0000hours and my eyes are in 00 state. ‘Her Excellency of Bhatinda’ says it’s been a royally boring Sunny Sunday – all she did was sleeping like a royal oak, eating like hell and watching 4 theatre shows back to back. She now starts appearing in various forms. She booms in the voice of Chambal ki Rani – sing a song – else I would feed you to the ‘Highway robbers of Gurgaon’ so I become her Tanzen and all nursery rhymes come to my rescue now. She now feels she is Alice and ask me come lets go for a walk. She now feels she is Cinderella and asks the mirror– ‘mirror mirror who is the most beautiful and smart’ mirror says it’s a lady from the east-west. Her majesty simmers and next what I remember is myself in Gurgaon highway minus my brain and Whoosh I land at a hospital.

My Dr on hearing my interesting tale instructs me to put a handful of salt in a glass of water and then to drink it. "How does it taste?" Dr asks me. "Awful," and spat poor me. Dr. Then asks me to take another handful of salt and put it in the bucket. Dr. Now asks me to drink from the bucket and asks “how does it taste?” Not bad says me. "Do you taste the salt?" Dr asks me and pat came my reply “No”.

My Dr sat beside me, took her hands, and said, “The pain of life is pure salt; no more, no less. The amount of pain in life remains the same, exactly the same. But the amount we taste the 'pain' depends on the container we put it into. So when you are in pain, the only thing you can do is to enlarge your sense of things, "Stop being a glass. Become a bucket!"

Not a bad idea to be a bucket for the smartest and most beautiful - 'Her Majesty the royal Excellency of Bhatinda', thank you Dr.