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One Way Ticket to the Moon


Given a choice, will I go to Moon or Mars? Moon, of course. Haven’t I always been there? Been a loony, I mean. There was always something wrong with me right from childhood. At the age of 25 I landed on the client’s chair in a psychiatrist’s office. Nothing much came of it. Remember Holden Caulfield of The Catcher in the Rye? After a whole year’s psychoanalysis, he remained the same: as loony as he ever was. Some of my benefactors in Shillong put me through a five-year psychoanalysis with almost everyone in the place experimenting on my madness as if I were a drum placed in the marketplace for anyone to beat a rhythm while passing by. Nothing happened again. I remained as loony as ever, if not worse.

Now as an old man, a senior citizen by my government’s reckoning [which simply means I pay more for insurances], I feel loonier than ever. If earlier I felt out of place in my nearby surroundings, now I feel like a total misfit in my entire country. I can’t understand what my fellow country people are doing nowadays. I think they are insane. But that’s not possible; the majority can never be insane. The majority make the rules. Loonies like me scoff at those rules. I mean, I can’t go around lynching people. I’m a loony, you see.

I belong to the moon whose one side is always dark.

Actually NO. I mean one side of the moon is not really dark. The sunlight falls equally on all sides of the moon. But the sane people on the earth can see only one side. They think that the other side is dark just because they never see it.

I belong to the dark side of the moon.

Send me there by all means. Let me fly away from all my yesterdays.

PS. This post is part of Blogchatter Blog Hop.

 

Comments

  1. The Moon's BOYFRIEND July 30, 2022 at 3:25 PM

    To the moon!!, ahh I wanna come too

    And yes, none can see the other side, that doesn't prove it's dark on the other, your feelings are totally understandable
    Truth be told, I am a loony too, feeling misfit, looked as something different or weird.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJuly 30, 2022 at 4:26 PM

      Hahaha. Taking you along will be fun with you trying to teach me and I trying to teach you lessons that neither of us won't want. 😊

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  2. Yamini MacLeanJuly 30, 2022 at 4:09 PM

    Hari OM
    Interesting - I would opt for Mars. The further away I can get from this lunatic planet the better... YAM xx

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJuly 30, 2022 at 4:28 PM

      I once dreamt about going gallivanting in the infinite and reaching the edge of the cosmos. But i had to return. This is the only planet for us!

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  3. AnonymousJuly 30, 2022 at 5:05 PM

    Let me fly away from all of my yesterdays...a beautiful way to end a post that meant as much between the lines as it did by itself.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJuly 30, 2022 at 5:16 PM

      More often than not, I'm left wondering who is really sane in this world. If majority were left to decide affairs, there'd be only fish in my kitchen as there are more cats in my house than humans.

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  4. Mayuri SharrmaJuly 30, 2022 at 5:07 PM

    The Anonymous message was my me, Mayuri at Sirimiri

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  5. Aishwariya LaxmiJuly 30, 2022 at 6:47 PM

    Loved 'I belong to the dark side of the moon.'

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  6. vanderloostJuly 30, 2022 at 8:47 PM

    Enjoyed. We are all loonies in our own ways, aren't we?

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  7. rupam sarmaJuly 31, 2022 at 9:26 AM

    Interesting , Great to read.

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  8. Rajeev MoothedathAugust 1, 2022 at 3:21 PM

    Nice take on the subject.

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  9. dee NambiarAugust 2, 2022 at 6:17 AM

    It would be interesting to see the what the earth looks like from the moon and also what views the dark side has to offer. :)
    I'd like to go to see the red rocks on Mars too. :D

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalAugust 2, 2022 at 12:34 PM

      Maybe science will give you a chance to make the visit, you know. The way the technology is leaping...

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  10. SuchitaAugust 2, 2022 at 4:03 PM

    That concluding para was so evocative and thoughtful!

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  11. GeethicaAugust 2, 2022 at 4:15 PM

    Well, a different take on teh prompt and you association with the moon.

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