You want to have them. You try to have them... you're unsuccessful. You retry...harder this time. They're yours...all yours. And nobody else's or maybe everybody's. Everybody whose life is nothing short of a melodrama, or at least that is how you see it. Maybe because you ain't no intruder in anybody's life. It doesn't bother whether a stone hits you or a cyclone inhales you. Are you thinking you're a soldier? Ecstasy comes only after you've played GTA vice city all day, watched Potter series the next, played poker and went clubbing the next day, read Salman Rushdie the following two days and closed the week after visiting Khajuraho but you still aren't happy. And then come hashish , marijuana and cocaine and trance. Nothingness, completeness, emptiness and much more. Words and appearances are mere hallucinations. For they transform you to a whole new kingdom where you are the king, to a heaven where fairies for you sing. It’...