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A Letter From Heaven

19 Feb

Hey brother!

It’s me, JJ. I hope this letter finds you well.

I am writing to you out of sheer boredom. After you guys left the graveyard (read: turned your backs on me), I naturally assumed that a cobra would appear out of nowhere and proceed to kill me (again), but I was all alone down there. I waited and waited long for things to get exciting, but nothing happened. I thought maybe they didn’t dig the grave deep enough, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. After a few months of digging, I saw a strange light. When I tried to touch it, I fell into some sort of a portal. Wheee!

Anyway, I later found myself in a warehouse with loads of women. Then an angel appeared and greeted me.

“Welcome to the Heaven, my friend! As promised, here are your 72 virgins.”
“Wow! So it was not a myth,” I replied ecstatically.
“Certainly not! Now, ummm… you must choose which one of these you’d like to take home with you,” said the angel in a nervous tone.
“WHAT?”
“I know. I’m sorry. That’s the way it has to be.”

I was kind of disappointed. No one ever told me about this. But at least I was getting SOMETHING. So I picked the most beautiful one out of all the women.

“Good choice! We call this one Marilyn,” said the angel.
“Oye hoye!”
“Marilyn, do you accept this man’s proposal?”
“Wait, does she have a say in this?” I asked, surprised.
“Of course! Marilyn?”
“I’m sorry. He doesn’t look like my type,” said Marilyn.

This was not quite what I had in mind. I started to question myself. But the good news was that I still had the rest of the 71 virgins to choose from. Or at least that’s what I thought.

“Hmmm. So that didn’t go in your favour. Unfortunately, you have no more choices left. You will now be escorted to your house. Enjoy your stay!”

I protested. But they said I couldn’t challenge the laws written by the Almighty, and that I must respect the woman’s choice. Turns out these people take this feminism thing very seriously. But my neighbour, who also got rejected by a virgin, says that we have another hope. There are a lot of women in this world. It is like they rule this place. Unassigned virgins call themselves Free Agents. The idea is that if any of them desires your company, you still have a shot at getting a virgin. But it is them who must send a proposal, we the Rejects are powerless.

It has been months since I arrived here and my friend, I must confess that this place is boring as hell. All I do is eat and sleep all day. We don’t even have the internet here. And women don’t want me. I feel so little, and oppressed.

I need friends. Please die soon.

Love,
JJ.

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Potholes

2 Sep

Potholes have an adverse effect on a traveller’s experience. They break one’s bones if the car has an awful suspension. Some coffee may be spilled on the leather seat covers if the driver is not careful. And the progress towards a smoother road is always slow because, well, potholes don’t exactly allow you to speed up. You find cursing yourself for trying to take a shortcut. It’s like being stuck in limbo.

Life’s most testing times are when you are stuck in limbo. A way out of your problems seems impossible.

Remember, as long as there is fuel, the car will keep running. However bad the road may be, it still leads you to the right destination.

There is a reason time doesn’t stop, so that you keep moving on.

Haal-e-Dil: “I Will Return, Will Not Betray”

15 Sep

“I will return, will not betray”
‘Said my promise would not decay,
My words wouldn’t haunt me back,
My silence wouldn’t push you away

In your instincts, it was to trust
‘Knew your feelings wouldn’t rust
Didn’t you realize, people forget?
Did you forget, life isn’t just?

-A

Dead End

30 Aug

I don’t know how you hit a dead end on a highway, but somehow, I have achieved this extraordinary feat.

It’s certainly not advisable to take a u-turn. It would be tormenting to go through the same stages again, and that too in the reverse order. And this dead end is not too exciting a place to be camping at either.

I have come to realize that the most important aspect of life is LIFE itself. When things keep happening. When a stranger shows affection. When a friend betrays. When a parent berates. When your car breaks down in heavy traffic. When you meet an old friend. When someone you just met for the first time makes you feel like you’ve known them for years. When you immediately fall in love with the way someone laughs. When people die. When a newborn infant doesn’t let go of your finger.

So like I said, I have hit a dead end. I feel deprived of everything that life has to offer.

p.s. Also, I’m becoming increasingly desperate. (p.s. Not what you’re thinking.)

Playing Along

11 May

For ages, I wondered why –
The spring doesn’t last
When in full bloom the flowers are,
Why does the time never pause

But then I wondered why –
You changed faster than the seasons;
We all move on someday, but,
I couldn’t fathom all the reasons

Tonight, I ask myself why –
I never played along with the Nature

-A

Blindfolded

8 May

When we are consumed by self-righteousness, we are somewhat blindfolded. Willingly blindfolded. We know the truth is out there, but we can’t seem to get hold of it, or don’t want to. We consider it our religious duty to construct our own version of the truth, or only believe in our side of the story. In other words, we simply love to mask the reality without ever realizing what we’re up to.

Get rid of that blindfold, old friend. Get rid of that bullshit.

Not As Dark As It May Seem

3 Nov

Some of us, when in teenage, try to get ahead of ourselves and get involved in things that we should be worrying about ten years later. Thankfully, I am well past that stage but the pain I gave myself still remains. The realization comes when you accept that none of what you ever dreamed of was realistically possible, but the pain that sticks around for an indefinite period is induced by the loss of a/some dear friend(s). I miss that friend, a lot, sometimes.

But for the extra stuff as mentioned in the opening sentence of this blogpost, you can always trust time as the best medicine. (Please, no transition-state affairs.) Trust me, it works better than food. It’s just very slow.

I’ll end it with a few words for the friend I lost…

I could say a thousand bad things about you like others do when people give up on them; perhaps it was the best decision to make. But I have and will always remember you as one of the best people I have known, no matter how little I have known you. You may not remember, but you taught me things that I will never forget. For that, I am eternally grateful to you. Have a great life ahead!

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