" Why I find a queer sort of stillness which I can't associate with such moments, there's often a lot of cheery clamours, albeit with some turbulence as you folks attack the delicious and succulent food which marches in and it wakes me up every time I nestle in for a peaceful, dreamless, pellucid sleep."
Thirty-two teeth mumbled and muttered amongst themselves and hollered out at his meanness of spirit and heartlessness bracing against their pain.
With an undisguised lack of enthusiasm, in a sombre mood, with
deepish thought, Mr Brain plucked up his nerve and responded,
"I understand your suffering but there are several bumps growing inside me and the cords are getting entangled, firing off sporadic pulses of electricity causing your distress. But what can I do? The service providing units have become slaves of banknotes, where strategies and solutions have become a piece of commodity as their business flourish and repairmen, as they are called these days, practice under the spell of riches. Even their machines are selfish. There is a "high-tech" lack of humanity and generosity in this money-driven world, even kindness has a price tag."
With a mixture of awe, respect and scepticism blistered Mr Tongue told,
" B-but I am getting puffy with every passing day! Bulges are appearing on my surface and they are v-very agonizing causing delayed and abnormal movement."
The left eye said with adorable submission,
"I can notice conscious constipation, of honesty in the world!"
Mr Stomach? Always a good one to rumble. He growled,
" Well don't forget about the pressure building inside me! The hissing of wind inside me blowing out in a tiny 'Ph-utt ' all because Mr Liver and Mr Pancreas don't work in tandem!"
"Gawd!" Mr Nose screeched " You call that foul-smelling reeking fumes as tiny Ph-utt! Heaven, it's a torture to bear the stench!"
Me Liver and Mr Pancreas interrupted, " Don't blame us! In pleasure and pain, in happiness and suffering, we are the best of buddies and we work as a team always."Mr Pancreas jumped and hugged Mr Liver fiercely.
" Well, well, well. All I see is brilliance, bravado and brio, yet we don't have a proper security system!" said Mr Lungs
"Don't talk nonsense! When the momentous thing happened, swamping us and hushing us was the decision of the general management." said the lymphocytes with righteous indignation.
Mr Skin and the lymph nodes whined: " Don't blame us for any onslaught by aliens doing any swindling, forgery, larceny, robbery, thievery, trickery, jiggery-pokery, hanky-panky, plundering, looting, sacking, misappropriation, spoliation, embezzlement."
In the face of these relentlessly dispiriting surroundings with formless rage and misery, Mr Liver said with winning gentleness,
"It's disconcerting to hear that in the climactic juncture despite the meanest, greediest, cruellest backstabbing penny-pinching bastards I got myself settled in your network so that the system doesn't stop working when the original member was bruised and succumbing. I got myself attached to you all. In the face of the crisis and to heal and keep me working the decision was taken. I assume you understand it's not fantasy, but reality. I would always feel under many obligations to you folks." He terminated his dialogue with impressive earnestness and sincerity.
Mr Parathyroid looked at him with a cold gaze of private recollection.
" I stopped being functional after the exploitation, I can't suck up nutrients and breathe life into Mr Brain who helps in the sustenance of all the members of the system," he said with suffocating control.
Dreaming endless thoughtless dreams Mr Brain said it's funny for relieving my ague, I need technology and to shell out a hefty sum and rolled his eyes.
A terrible thing has just happened to Mr Kidney, and naturally, his rage has exploded on those nearest him and that's how life worked.
"Nobody is thinking about me!" with a sharp edge to his voice disengaged from the agonizing present added Mr Kidney.
"I might have to suppose that they would feel some compunction at robbing, maltreating and mistrusting us. Their hard and selfish nature ought to trouble their souls," said Mr Brain with a perpetual bitterness about the world's unawareness of their worth.
"We are all in the same wavelength" cried all with a mercurial temper.
A faded warm glow started taking various shapes and somewhere from the other dimension and a booming voice sounded,
" I find this humorous querulousness about money a very gloomy conversation. I admit that money isn't everything, but you can't do anything without it that's for sure. You are the do-gooders in the system even though placed in a precarious position. You are inspired by the determination and not frustration in your unceasing struggle. I know what is happening is indescribably bad but don't forget that unselfish honest deed which glorifies life itself!
A trade-mark of small minds; a property of all small minds is jealousy and wickedness, helping those where there is vested interest yet it is a property which even the smallest is ashamed of, and when accused of its possession will lyingly deny it and resent the accusation as an insult which is a laudable performance. It's downright comical that with bumps blossoming inside him, Mr Brain has the intelligence and single-minded determination to challenge the repairmen and not treat their words as Gospel.
There was a little cat,
And she caught a little rat,
Which she dutifully rendered to her mother,
Who said "Bake him in a pie,
For his flavour's rather high---
Or confer him on the poor, if you'd druther… you all know these precious words of Mark Twain.
Not taking money for a favour. Then do the same for somebody that way it goes around the world. This leads to the heaven of joy and happiness.
After these words, the changing shapes paled into insignificance.
Every member shouted, " Who are you? Identify yourself."
A distant voice sounded,
" I am Mr Mind, I reside in Mr Brain but I'm different. You have a one-way ticket to the world. Make sure it's a valiant fight to establish your existence."
I woke up with a start wondering what was going inside my head. It seemed as vague and hazy as something that had happened in a dream...yet a flash of insight, very subtle and fleeting told me there is someone else who has appeared in my dream who had skillfully stopped me from crumbling down and boosted my courage.
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