You think it is over,
You are happy about it too.
But remember, there are ways
In which it can return.
It returns to haunt you forever.
That which never began to end,
Can never see the end of the tunnel.
And it will blind the daylight for you too.
For such things are god forbidden
It should never occur to anyone,
Not even to the enemy dearest.
One man Project – is a nightmare come true!
Human beings are such strange little creatures. They are so very easily cheated by the twin phenomenon of birth and death. They laugh and celebrate birth, cry and despise death. They feel so very safe in their tiny little shelters which they call as their home.
And they try to live a journey in between the cunning twin siblings – a journey which they so affectionately coin as life; a life which they manage to clutter, with morals, values and relationships.
And they are so very confident that these set of moral rules will lead them to the immortal hand which has forged them. Ha! I really don’t think the so called god would have had the same thing in mind when these humans were pushed down from heaven or whichever higher altar it may be.
Eddie or better known as “Tough” Ed was one hell of a worker. Slogging for more than 18 hours a day-7 days a week is no mean task. He was one of the young workers in the buzzing socialist colony of Bouzo – a place where one could always find the “work–>earn–>work” rule in its full swing. Since he was a kid, Ed had never been trained in anything special apart from picking up the goods on his back delivering it at the store house and getting “peanuts” in return. It was, as his father had once told him, the only means of existence – to survive the caste driven policies of Bouzo. “You can never become anything other than a worker, as night can never become day” his father used to tell him.
I am just a shadow,
Born to be with you.
I am just a shadow,
Stuck up to you.
I am your forgotten twin,
We complete each other.
I am all you’ve got,
We are made for one another.
This weekend was really good. Had a nice trip to B’lore-Yercaud (actually Yercaud only). I had been told what a ‘hep’ place B’lore is and all that and was really curious to see what all the fuss was all about. Ya it was my first time to the famed city! But plans to roam around in the city crashed when my friends informed me that they have arranged for a one day trip to Yercaud.
I was just wondering if we have been taught to follow what is normal. I wonder who sets the rules. Who tells us what is good/ bad, correct/ incorrect, normal/ abnormal?
The problem is, at that age when we are taught all this, we don’t even have the option of raising a doubt. Either we are too afraid or we don’t even know what it means to raise our voice. We are just taught to impress others by doing the same things that everyone “normally” does. Anything contradictory will mean
And fear is instilled to us, even as they teach us not to be afraid of anything. Our creativity is not encouraged if it is contrary to the “general human” norms. Lets take a small example, shall we:
The system is imperfect.
Well so am I.
I was made just perfect enough to be a part of the system.
In here, there is no such thing as perfect.
The system has been perfected for that.
