Lessons Learnt This Week
Laughter: Dies... Cry a bit and stand up again...
Fate: The most damning F-word...
Destiny: An answer to all questions... (for losers...)
Feelings: Baggage that makes life more difficult...
Trust: Is a Knife one thrusts in one' s own back...
Hurt: The recurring pain arising out of the continuous presence of that Knife...
Love and Pain: The biggest Truth that always comes in a pair... Take one get one free...
Loss: Reality check...
Life: The collection of memories that one holds which give Pain and relief in turns.... And one keeps making those memories every Fuckin second...
What goes up comes down... And the fall can be Disastrous.... One keeps repeating the same mistakes... Thus the disillusionment... Thus the sorrow...
Yet one lives... Tries to live... Meeting people and sharing... Laughing... Surrendering control to Fate and Destiny... Feeling happy and feeling low... Trusting and getting hurt... Loving and enduring Pain... Losing... Making fuckin memories... And enduring them when one says goodbye...
Guess thats life... and it goes own...
Excuse my Cynicism... One has sorrows and real life to deal with...
posted by MumstheWord at 8:47 AM Friday, May 12, 2006
Jack and Jill
Everyone remembers good old Jack and Jill... One can only imagine the extent of infectious optimism the two miserable souls were stung with that made them climb a hill to fetch water... The downer was the disaster that struck later. Not only were they unable to get what they wanted, they could not make it in one piece either... Jack crashed without his head intact and Jill never rose after her fall....Children' s tales and rhymes are littered with similar catastrophes... Poor Humpty Dumpty broke more than just his head after his great fall from the great wall... his head was his body and all the efforts of the gallant men of the King to put him together were wasted. The writers of such tales must have been unrepentant sadists, drinking others' sorrows and making little nursery rhymes about them that are sung in lilting tunes to permanently teach children the evil joys of revelling in others' miseries. Small wonder that the people are apathetic at best, blood sucking parasites at worst. Being cynical is being an escapist. One evades good hopes to avoid disappointments... Yours truly is a Diehard Cynic.... Therefore, yours truly has fears... Ha ha!!!
Lesson learnt this week....Wanna elevate yourself physically, learn Yoga...
Wanna elevate yourself mentally, get Brown Sugar...
Wanna elevate yourself emotionally, fall in love.....
..... But always remember... What goes up ALWAYS comes Down (it can even come crashing down, like our Little Jack).... The opposite does not always apply....
Therefore Enjoy while it lasts... but remember that it wont last forever....
Just like Humpty fell and never walked on his wall again...
And Jack and Jill dont climb hills for water anymore...
posted by MumstheWord at 11:03 PM Saturday, May 06, 2006
C for Clueless
The state of being confused and clueless is not something to boast about. It goes to show how one has allowed things to go out of control, how one has let Destiny shape things instead of shaping one's own Destiny. Small words with big Meanings? Or big words with absolutely no meaning... See what I mean when I say being confused and without a clue.
Everyday is a lesson about jokes with Irony... the ones that are funny only when they happen to the next person... How one laughs with relief and sadistic pleasure to see another's misery...!!
Oh!! The pleasures of being a Cynic and a Hopeless Pessimist!! How often is one proven correct.
A bundle of contradictions and chaos...Sense mingles with idiocy, wisdom with silliness, action with stillness...
Come.... Share my world... But promise you ll laugh at my jokes and agree with my beliefs.
posted by MumstheWord at 9:10 AM Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Time
She sat in her chair and wondered what she d like to do next. The week before had been a revelation... It showed her the extent to which she could stretch... Stretching her dreams and desires to turn them into a vague, tottering reality...a reality so volatile it could explode any minute or dissipate leaving behind the remains of shattered innocence, charred dreams and scarred emotions. Her little world of silly games was not hers, not little, not silly anymore. It was populated now. With real people with their own games and their own silliness. And she was the vortex of this emotional cyclone. What could be born next...what could break? Who would be responsible for the smiles and strife, fears and freedom?
What was right? Who could tell?
Would everything change again in another week? Another month or a year? Or was it a matter of days, hours, minutes... Sharing time, sharing smiles, sipping music, getting high...
She would wait and see. And know.
posted by MumstheWord at 8:32 AM
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