BALDERDASH

Life is a bitch, as they say. Perhaps it is our fault, considering how many things we take for granted, even after all those repeated lessons destiny taught us- however hard... But if not hope, what else made us act the part in this drama called life? Hope, is like alchohol- addictive, pleasure-giving, but too dangerous in large quantities. We realise it, and continue being addicted.

It is surprising how anyone can underestimate the power of smile. Smile- that i try to avoid when i just want to say 'no'. Smile- with all its regular meanings. Above all, smile- with which i try to say 'i wish...'. Pain- is what I define as not seeing that smile when i desperately want to. How I wish human beings could read smiles. As long as you can't, I call it divine; for me, that is what God is all about.

Speaking of God, how easily I fluctuate from theist to agnostic to atheist. I always thought that atheists are born either out of 'content'(ment) or 'contempt'. For me, it was always contempt. The ease with which I forget things- ah! the ungrateful me. Am I? I wish gratitude could be measured in tears, gallons of them.

It is all the fault of love- the manifestations of it called mother, father... the habit of dreaming about fairies, colours... and believing that i was all that i never was. No, they never cheated, they really did believe that too- the first of those follies of love...

I really do sound stupid. I call it being philosophical. They are interconnected, i say- It is when you realise how stupid you have been that you talk gibberish and name it philosophy!

ONCE UPON A TIME...

(wholesome crap! but situations... u know...)

Once upon a time, there lived a princess in the kingdom of hearts. She lived in a castle of dreams and she grew a garden of hope which she watered daily with her tears. And then one day she forgot to cry. The plants that could not be watered died away. The castle stood alone in the scorching sun and finally heat ate the castle. The princess landed into the hell with a thud. She was given a computer, a desk and a chair by the king of hell- fate.

Work was her only friend in the hell. So she fed her hungry friend with her brain. The one day she found out that she had no more brain left. So she cut her heart into pieces and starting giving it to her friend. But that was useless, because nobody needed her heart in the first place. She kept on trying until all was finished. Then one day, the princess who had no heart left to beat, died.

The people of hell assembled, and all those people who never knew her, mourned her death. After a split second, they dispersed, but a small child who hadn't yet learned to live, cried. A tear fell on her ashes, and she who was waiting for a drop of love all her life, rose from the ashes like a phoenix, and flew far away to the land of smiles, from where she never returned.