Eno

Some people never get acidity or gas problem because whenever the speak they release some.

Past

He could not let go of the past.

One day he decided to be part of it.

Mind Gobblers – 17

When you know the answer, why do you still ask the question?

Happy New Year

“Happy New Year”

“Wishing you the same”

“So what’s the new year resolution”

“Resolution?”

“Ya, resolution”

“Why?”

“Why? So that you can improve, do somethings better or change something, whatever”

“You mean I need to change”

“I don’t know, I’m sure you know better”

“You mean I’m not perfect”

“Huh?”

“You have issues with me? You don’t like me anymore or what? Tell me honestly”

“When did I say that?”

“You just said, there is something wrong with me”

“What?”

“What what?”

“I just asked you about your new year resolution, its a tradition, everyone makes one, some just to break it, but everyone makes it. It was to have a conversation”

“You find it difficult to talk to me?”

“What are you talking?”

“I am asking, though technically that is also talking since it too is a speech pattern similar to talking with vocal chords playing the same role but neuro-chemical combinations are far different, but I think here you are talking something but actually saying something else. We should be having an honest talk, rather than just making vague statements. I think you are accusing me of something”

“Are you a moron?”

“Ah finally I see the truth, you think I’m dumb”

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Its my mistake I asked YOU a simple thing. I should have known better”

“So you always knew about mental incapacity, so why didn’t you just say I need to eat more almonds. Why the big charade about resolution or some other bullshit”

“Almonds. Have you finally completely lost it?”

“Finally? Completely?  Not weak, its none now. Hmmm… Leave it, what’s your new year resolution”

“I’m not telling you”

“Aha, so you had the audacity to ask mine, and not only that youmade it sound like it is your prerogative to know mine, and mine not having one was a proof point of my non-existent mental facilities, and you don’t even tell  me yours”

“I don’t think  its a good time”

“So you don’t have good time with me. Its a bad time, horrible time, painful time, you are hating it. Time you spend with me is no longer fun, its bad. So why do you bother to have awful time?”

“What’s wrong with this guy? I didn’t mean it that way. I meant you will not understand”

“Not understand. I’m a selfish pig. Jerk of a guy. I can’t believe you are saying all this to me. You have been feeling like this for a long time. I think you have found someone else and are just looking for an excuse to call it quits”

“Quits?”

“There you said it, quits. so easily”

“What did I say?”

“Quits”

“When?”

“Now. And don’t give me those rolling of eyes, I might not be an understanding guy or even understand the simplest things but I’m not that dumb or deaf that I can’t hear what you said. I heard it loud and clear, you said quits, though I should have heard it long back”

“Have you lost it?”

“Lost what? I just lost you. Lost love, trust everything”

“You are pissing me off, you are making a mountain out of nothing. I think I should go now”

“Aha, so its nothing now. Isn’t that what I said, so if its nothing, why don’t you tell me your nothing resolution? Come on, you supersmart genius. Tell me the little thing that you plan to change about yourself. You made me sound like an idiot of astronomical proportions sometime back, accusing me of a selfish, non-understanding, no brainer jerk. What’s your resolution, enlighten this asshole.”

“OK, YOU ASSHOLE, MINE WAS TO HAVE A LITTLE MORE PATIENCE THIS YEAR AND BE A HAPPIER PERSON. BUT NOW YOU HAVE RUINED IT ALL.”

“Oh, by the way mine is to test resolution of others”

Sound of a slashing knife, gushing blood and a thud.

The End.

Happiness

“Happiness is knowing the limit of your talent and defining the threshold of your ambition”

Now before someone accuses me of saying that this is a refuge and an excuse for under-performing, you need to understand the thought cuts both ways – under ambition as well as over ambition.

Under-performance in both will make one unhappy, I could have done better at the end of the day  is as much a cause of unhappiness, as not knowing what you cannot achieve, while still pining for it.

Desires are endless, so is the limit of laziness.

Attitide should always be I did best.

So people achieve and strive to reach where you should be, only then you can put the legs up and have a peaceful sleep.

Sock the monster

I’m scared. There resides in some dark unseen corner, or maybe in my drawer, though the most likely place is the washing machine a monster. And he eats socks, actually just one sock from a pair. I have now in  around fifteen single socks, with their spouses lost to the greed of a hungry monster.

Ah, I still remember the day, those divine couples, a marriage made in heaven, when I welcomed them to my drawer, they looked so much in love, clinging to each other, together for life, promise of eternal togetherness on their lips as they slept together. Next morning, I looked at the beautiful perfect couple, picked them up with tenderness and  wore them, came back in the evening and put them in for an erotic spin in the washing machine. They were looking at me with such tenderness and affection. I whispered through the glass window, see you soon. Enjoy the ride. 

But a week later when I looked for them again, to my horror there was only one of them, lost, sad, lying alone in a corner in midst of other couples, pining and wallowing for the partner. Then one by one all couples started losing their partners, it was a carnage, one of the foulest, vicious and voracious gobbling of my beautiful socks.

 I had no idea what  to do, so one day with a heavy heart I took out the widowed sock and threw it out. But to my horror when I opened the drawer next morning it was lying on top and staring at me. I was lost now, was it the part of the pair that I threw or the gobbled one, who somehow had managed to fight and brave the monster and is back now, seeking his partner. I went through the whole house looking for the other one. But alas it was not to be found. So again I repeated the act and said goodbye to the sock.

But the same thing happened next morning. Today I am an absolute nervous wreck, I tremble at the prospect of opening my drawer every morning, my hands go all sweaty and shake, I can feel my heart pounding,  pulse throbbing in my head, the suspense and terror is beyond human endurance, sheer will and a desire to solve the mystery is sustaining me. 

So someone please save me, either kill the sock demon or tame my mean sense of humor socks, which ever is the case.  

Hero

What seperates hero from the ordinary is just a moment.

Mind gobblers – 16

“Hope is something that keeps you alive, yet kills you everyday”…. KRS

Religious quandary

She: Who do you worship?

He: I,ahhhhhhh, worship…….

She: I meant other than me

He: Gulp

 

Only in unsaid is said I love you….

In love one should hear the unsaid and never believe the said. If you were to ask me if I love you, I can craft the words to paint the sky in hues of love, make the flowers smile, wash you with the morning dew, make the eyes twinkle with the light of the stars, make the butterflies flutter in your heart, make birds sing songs of your beauty, oh there can be beautiful, ornate words, words that would dazzle. But don’t listen to words. Words are nothing but chicanery, a sleight of the hand, an illusion, clay in the hands of an expert where they can take any shape he wants. In love listen to the silence. Hear the unsaid. Unsaid covers the chasms of mystery, it holds in its fold sound of sea of emotions,  a beating heart,  talking eyes, in the unsaid see a world, a world of you, where shuffle of your slippers, hand running through the hair, blinking twinkling eyes, dancing fingers, lips  in half smiles, your every sound is music everyday. In the unsaid you will hear the truth. Truth which the words can’t change, a truth the words can’t hide and a truth which is true.  

So if i want to know if I love you, don’t ask, just listen to what I can never say.