Getting on your knees, raising your hand beholding a physically
and economically heavy wedding ring and she or in some abnormal (read impotent)
cases he turns it down, studying hard, burning midnight oils and internet bills
(read overdose porn invasion) and you still fail, picking up vegetables for
mother, turning off the computer right on time before dad arrives from office,
flushing every single time after pissing and you still don’t get a raise on
your pocket money, oh! my kind man of God then its not you its just that ‘your
time is kharab’
Happiness and sorrow are so irritatingly married that even
if you wish and some time even succeed in having an extra marital affair with
one of them the other one still forgives, some how they seem unbreakable. Underneath
lies the mystery of their survival, which is as shocking as our Bihari politicians
speaking English in parliament. This is the part where you pull up your socks,
drink horlicks, perform yoga for 40 mins and channelise your focus to hear the
truth which breaks the virginity of myth. In reality it is us, you and me , me
and you (na na humming me and you na na na humming more, distracted and back)
yes it’s you and me who feeds their marriage. There are no layers in this world
it’s out there plain and simple, we tend to complicate things as a result we
copulate with confusions hence taking forth their marriage. We say words like
hope, belief, faith, love are children of happiness and then we differentiate loneliness,
darkness, hunger as bastards of sorrow. That is how we divide and rule their
marriage and it works, what if we stop dividing them and who knows their
marriage might fall off, I will show you how. I call my friend at 4 am in the
night, cry my heart out saying I am the loneliest person available on
snapdeal.com and that guy buys it, consoles me and though faint heartedly but
he even offers to come over, now what is wrong with that, arre you infected unsuitable
human species if you are so God damn alone then how come you are talking to
someone and saying I am alone. But we still get happy on pouring our fake
sorrows though definitely increasing the happiness of telecom companies(
eventually we will cry about bills and poverty).
In a different situation one goes to a psychologist and
explains, it’s completely dark in my life, I feel lost as if I cannot see anything
in any direction. Arre Rakhi Sawant’s abandoned child you cannot see in
darkness that’s how eyes function, but you can see that it is dark that means
you can actually see, the only problem is that there is no light in this
direction so either switch on the lights or choose a more luminous way but there
is certainly nothing wrong with your eye sight. I know I know you meant
metaphorically and what not but it actually is true there is no metaphorical
shit in this world, the only shit in this world is the shit that we create.
Earth was born shit free before we came out and started hogging every aspect of
it and eventually shitting too.
See for yourself there is absolutely nothing wrong with this
world if there are biters then there are bakers, if there are cheaters then
there are chirpers, if there are bummers then there are blowers (not the one in
your bathroom or may be yeah that one too), as they say somebody will always be
wrong for somebody, you cannot call pizza place and order dahi pakoda and then
crib that my life is pakoda. At the end of the day as they say even bad luck is
a type of luck so till it works out keep clinging onto the time kharab hai yar
saga.
