Could this be the most intelligent moment of life?

Till date the book "Lila" did not inspire me enough to start noting down my thoughts on cards.  I wanted to and maybe even tried to but nothing came out of it.  The book suggested we write down our thoughts on a piece of paper or card as soon as it comes by.  If this is not done, the thought will be lost soon; never to be remembered again.  I definitely like my thoughts and think very highly of it.  I am obviously ahead of my times and so the world does not agree with me or care for my thoughts.  I am probably destined to get a statue at the center of some busy intersection that will act as a perfect restroom for the birds many years after my death.  To ensure that the birds do not miss the statue I started this journal to record my ahead of times thoughts and the nearly Arabian Nightish incidents of my life.  Fortunately, this journal has confirmed my being ahead of times.  No one reads it.  I write it as a record of my genius for posterity.

But now a question creeps in - why am I writing this?  I did not plan writing this rot.  It does not reflect my cultivated intelligence.  What was I planning to write?  Why did I start this entry?  I think I need a glass of water to remember. 

I was driving back home and to take my head off the nincompoop in the car ahead I started exploring the meaning of life.  I thought death to be the best place to start the exploration of the meaning of life. I traveled from there right up to the time I entered college.  Rather than understanding the meaning of life I had ended up focusing on all the embarrassments of my life.  I thought it was better to go back to cursing the nincompoop when a revelation of saintly proportions struck.  This moment I am living through is the most intelligent moment of my life.  The very next moment to the most intelligent moment of my life will become the most of intelligent moment of my life and so on ad deathum.  

When I look back at my life most of my aspirations, dreams and expectations have turned to dust.  I thought something great was round the corner only to find another corner.  Ultimately, I ended up in places I did not plan to reach. These were not disappointments but were not moments of pride and greatness either.  The moments of greatness came unexpectedly and in most cases I did not seem to deserve them.  It was more due to my being at the right time and the right place, which seems to be my only strength.  So my dreams of today would turn to dust tomorrow.  The name Ozymandias comes to my mind.

"My name is GVK, king of fools:

Look on my dreams, ye Mighty, and despair!"

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.' 

So this is the most intelligent moment in my foolish life.  Compared to now, I was a fool till now.  But these thoughts will turn foolish a moment later.  One side of me hopes this to be false but a second later I have become intelligenter and I begin to worry how I can survive old age if the trend reverses.  As it is, I am barely managing to stay alive; what will happen to me if I get any stupider?  No, no way, this is the most intelligent moment of my life and my intelligence will reach its peak at the time of my death.  No one, not even I, will know the most intelligent thought of my life.  I cannot go searching for cards and pencils then.

Football shoes

Nothing's as exciting as the visit of a favorite uncle with gifts from the US.  We had been polite enough to turn down his offer of gifts from that prosperous land. We said a decent "just having your company for a few days is good for us".  But somewhere in the middle of the conversations Kris had sneaked in an urgent request for football shoes.  From the time the uncle reached our home, Kris started eyeing his uncle's large suitcase and his excitement reached a crescendo as the suitcase was opened.  Out popped the football shoes.  He could not subdue his jubilance as he took out the colorful shoes.  "Oh! this one has spikes and this one is a turf" he cried.  The uncle wore a satisfied smile.  Kris dropped the shoes on the table and sneaked out with one of our phones.  A few minutes later he came back with a request to take the shoes to school the next day.  "These shoes are for next year" we responded.  "But my friends want to see it.  They don't believe these are from US; they say these are duplicates". The uncle cried an indignant "these are as original as it gets.  Your friends are crazy.  Change them and not your shoes".

The shoes went into a secret space in our closet and Kris continued using his old shoes.  Soon, uncle's departure date arrived.  He was leaving from Mumbai and called up to speak to Kris.  As usual Kris' conversation consisted of a number  of "hmmmm", "Ok", "Yes" and "No".  Somewhere in the middle he mentioned "I promise"; not once but twice.  We were curious about the promise but decided to ignore it.  But by the second day, we lost control and asked about the promise to Kris.  "Oh that, he asked me message anytime I needed something" said Kris nonchalantly.  "We will kick your butt if you ask him anything" we warned.  Kris coolly responded "Oh don't worry! I will only ask him something when he comes over to India".