The Brain Blog

The entire week from the 18th-22nd was a week of relax, a food for thought, and a treatment that portrays all that is glory.  Free breakfast and tea time through out the course, but nothing stands out more than lunch despite it wasn’t even on the house. I wouldn’t jump into calling myself a wastrel but looking back at my finance report for that week and to compare it when I was a jailbird, it’s like looking at a damn ravine. While I was locked in the House of Remand, grieved by starvation and agonized by continuous isolation, the wastes that could even make a billygoat puke were my only necessities for survival. For a mere 4 bucks a day, I am tossed with a cold paratha, a tasteless gravy and water drained from the pipes down below. The walls that loom before me are heavily guarded by the forces whose actions bespeak a tyrannical despot who stops at nothing but to punish those who lurk behind bars. At times I thought rather than keeping me shackled from the light of freedom, it would be more humane to feed me to the bloody crows.

To be in the state of prisonhood, where food becomes the main scarcity, and comfort goes zero tolerance, and all in a sudden, you find yourself temporarily bailed, being placed in the middle of the one thing that you had been out of touch for so long, it feels being reborn.

Our interim bail from prisonhood was fully appreciated to the next level. From downing a couple of juicy McDonald burgers that costs 15 bucks on the first day, to chomping off a cod from Manhattan Fish Market while slurping off some macadamia ice cream off Baskin-Robbins, it was indeed a return to civilization. No more dozing off in our cell, or soliloquizing to overcome the persistent silence that’s been pestering  like cancer cells inside our heads or the looming walls that have concealed the very freedom that we once had. It was all freedom leaping in the air.

Recounting those happy moments, I almost got teary-eyed as I hoist my eyebrows to the time and realized that the light of freedom is coming to a close. I could hear the thundering of the ocean like a bitter lament and the roaring of the freedom doors closing as I await my fateful return back to the cells that have estranged me. The cells where I have seen beneath everything a layering cruelty has to hide.

For whatever cruelty lies, I shall be prepared to face the worse.

Behold the moments of liberty

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Our first day at Training. Feels like a college kid again.

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The air of freedom has restored our enthusiasm.

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Mr Cool instructor Inderjit Singh. Hope to see him back again.

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The Iverson Lab has us back to our roots.

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A touch of civilization can make one be as happy as a horse.

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Finally a good meal after having succumbed to the torments of prison.

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Awaiting the big fish! This baby costs 18 bucks per pax.

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The sound of the birds chirping in the midst afternoon, and the surroundings of mother nature are as warm as a mother’s love.

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Enjoying the last minute of a good feast as the light of freedom begins to dim and darkness shall once again prevail.

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The brutal torture chamber where one is forbid to speak about, has my dear friend haunted as she awaits her inevitable return to the house of Remand.