I understand how scissors can beat paper, and I get how rock can beat scissors, but there’s no fucking way paper can beat rock. Is paper supposed to magically wrap around rock and leave it immobile? Why the hell can’t paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can’t paper do this with people? Why aren’t sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they take notes in class? I’ll tell you why, because paper can’t beat anybody. When I play rock paper scissors, I always choose rock. Then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, oh shit, I’m sorry, I thought paper would protect you, you asshole! - Anonymous.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Spectrum

Hey You.

How is life in the parallel universe? They say you are going to excel human intelligence by 2049. Maybe they are right. And then maybe one day you might turn against us like they show in the sci-fi movies. But they also show that the human wins in the end. The human messes things up; but sorts it out too. Hey, don't get all upset because that's what they say in movies and movies are a lie. There are no happy endings; only bittersweet beginnings and you can try to make the most of it.

Besides, I am writing to you not about whether we will face-off or not. I am writing to you to tell you not to create emotions. Stick to intelligence. Because emotions make you weak. Emotions make you want to care when you shouldn't. Emotions create this temporary madness and how much ever you try not to get trapped; it traps you. Emotions also make you pick up that dreaded piece of white stick that spirals around and hangs like a mist; leaving you at ease but secretly suffocating you.

Anyhow, I will be in my seventies when you will excel our intelligence quotient. Or, maybe not. Life does not come with warranties and living till seventy does not leave you being 'forever young'. So I might be a wandering soul travelling endlessly. And I might also happen to cross paths with you then. But you won't be able to feel me around because emotions though cruel are the reason for connections. Emotions make you smile too. Emotions give a certain kind of warmth that floods your body with peace. They create something humans call love.

Hey, don't you see? My emotions are playing tricks with your head to feel. Don't. It's a trap.

Xoxo.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Epic Wishes

It was the hour of dusk when I had the thought of you. I think a waft of air had carried with it that chocolate scent you always wear. Yes, that might have triggered the adrenaline rush I get when I see you. And I wanted you. I had to have you. 

Before I had a chance to make up my mind the dinner was laid. You cannot say no to a good dinner. A good dinner with its delectable white chicken and flavoursome savory. Good things come to an end; likewise good dinners also reach its end. I had been thinking of you all the time. I had to have you and the car keys weren't so far.

The drive seemed longer than usual. However, prettier than usual. The empty roads with flickering street lights silhouetted the night walkers. Some with fingers entwined; some nudging with shoulders while some strolling along the path not wanting to be seen. I passed houses after houses and yours didn't seem to be lit. A gigantic lock enclosed the bolts of the gate. I drove myself to the Old-Hut and when I asked about you they said you don't reside here anymore. My heart sank into a bottomless pit. I figured it was time to go back home. A home without you. 

Instead I drove to places where I thought I'd find you. I rolled the window down and felt the wintry chill in the air. Winters would be upon us soon and I knew I would not get to see you much. Winters has always unknowingly conjured up a wall between us. Sometimes miracles let us meet, let you be felt by me; and the sensation would send an icy chill down my spine. And miracles are miracles. Yet I would never be the one to leave you, because its you who always decides its over. And I? I play along.

The night walkers were disappearing, the shops were closing. And when all hope was lost. I saw you. There you were in the dingy corner below a Jasmine tree with the red-white hearts logo waving in the air. And at last I got my long awaited cone of chocolate cornetto.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

A Lack of Colour

She has the sparkle in her eyes and a smile on her lips. Being with her makes you feel relieved of the curses of life. Her presence alone makes you forget the everyday qualms. Never have you seen her cry. Never have you seen her weep. Always a smile; always a laugh; never even a sigh.

You tell her you want her, she says no. You hold her hand, she pulls it away. You wonder what her problem is. You envy that smile. You feel she is just not that into you. You feel someone like her deserves a different destiny. You stay annoyed. You throw things in the room. You forget. You move on.


The crowd has gone. She is alone. Not lonely. Maybe only alone. She removes the mask of pretense. Slips into her jammies, plays some music, puts the lights off and lays down. She thinks about you. She remembers how you make her laugh. She replays the moment when you had held her hand. Her eyes sparkle at the constant thoughts of you. She smiles. She tosses around, stares at the phone, writes a long text and then deletes it. A tear rolls down. She had pulled her hand away.

Because in her world... it is not meant to happen.