Thursday, October 22, 2015

Gotta Have No Room for Jelly

There is a jellyfish that lives in the deepest, most darkest parts of an ocean. Its a jellyfish that is ugly to look at. Its name is Jelly. 

Jelly was a proud creature. It was proud of its very long, slender tentacles. It possessed the typical features of a jellyfish but was not as luminous and transparent-looking as its other counterparts. In fact, it had a huge, deformed dome of a head that was so dark it left deep sea divers replete with disconcert at the sight of it, yet its blackness was perfect for its dismal and bleak surroundings, for it stayed camoflagued and masked, patiently waiting for its next unfortunate victim.

On the top of its head were yet more tentacles, more like pseudopodia, that were the colour of a fiery orange red as though carrying a small pudding of the hellfire (instead of an oasis) to "compensate" for its eery blackness. Time and again, it would pump out clouds of poisonous, dark, trepid solution that would ensnarl it and everything around it, favouring its living conditions. 

(*Pardon my crappy digital drawing*)

It loved floating about, hither and dither and more than once in a while, liked causing havoc amongst other peaceful communities of the sea. It was so ugly to look at that even the most curious of scientists had pulled up an undocumented law amongst themselves that whoever near it was never to be approached again. 

It had its own distinct and malicious way of preying. It was fond of grabbing its prey through its long, black, tarry, nodular tentacles, twisting and sqeezing the life out of the poor prey and finally with one powerful twist, disintegrating the whole creature into tiny bits which floated about its predator. Jelly then made a game out of it. It tested its speed with which it shot out its tentacles in all the different, possible directions, grabbing each piece of its victim's meat and finally consuming it.

It was nature at its worst.

It was a loathsome creature indeed. Jelly dwelled and nourished itself in dark energies that swirled and pulsated and surrounded it in whorls. It liked extracting dark energies from fights between distinct communities of the sea. It also sucked these energies from above and outside of the ocean.

However, it weakend if things were too peaceful around. It even died if that peace persisted too long because it endangered its living environment. 
When it died, it laid washed up on the shore within a few days of its dying. As though, the ocean itself was eager to unburdern itself with the hateful creature. Jelly laid decaying in the sandy beach. It emitted aweful hisses of teeth-grinding, decaying smell. 

"Pissssssss... Pissss..." Were the sounds that rang around it.

It seemed that even in death, it did not miss the opportunity to make everything around it shriek of death and decay. 


The account I have written above is of a hypothetical creature, a pure product of my imagination. It probably does not exist in the real world. And even if it did exist, it is most likely in its very dormant, very primitive form, not exactly ready to turn into a monster that it is destined to turn into.

Jelly is a slang for a vice, that all of us humans are all too familiar with: Jealousy. And I needn't say much on this subject because I have already spoken enough in the form of my account of Jelly the Jellyfish; the nature of this feeling can be likened to all of the characteristics that Jelly the Jellyfish bears. (Perhaps, here you'd like to go back and read about Jelly again?) 

Generally speaking, jealousy is found in every part of our life. 
I am living the life of a medical student. And I am ashamed to say that this feeling did creep in me when I sat unaware of myself in my daily routine. I recognised this hateful feeling and began working to eradicate it. I am still in the process of eliminating it through prayers coupled with a very conscious effort. Sometimes I fail terribly. Sometimes I do manage to defeat it. But one must understand that it is an ongoing battle. And the best part about the whole process is... That you grow. Very much so, at your cellular level. 

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