Wednesday, June 18, 2008

The Weird I

  1. I prefer solitude over socializing. I like my cell phone to stay quiet.
  2. I don't aspire to live a luxurious life. I can survive on a few basic amenities.
  3. I am not a big fan of money. The goodness in humanity is more important to me.
  4. I dream big. I dream of doing too many things. And I know I will achieve some of them.
  5. Parents, work and friends (in that order) are the three most important entities.
  6. I have no intention of getting married.
  7. I believe in a soul mate - someone who fits my impossible criterion. She will be the one whom I love.
  8. I am a forever optimist. Nothing is impossible. More an idealist.
  9. I supposedly offer very good and rational advice.
  10. I am nice to everyone. Empathy encompasses me. I cannot do evil.
  11. I believe age is just a number. Activity x need not necessarily be done at age y.
  12. I never hold grudges/enmity against anyone.
  13. I never try to prove anything to anyone. I just do what I want to do.
  14. I will always be found happy. The purpose of life is to stay happy and keep people happy.
  15. I am an agnostic bordering on atheism.
  16. I am tolerant to every thought or idea. Live and let live.
  17. I never follow the herd.
  18. I do not have a good sense of humor. I love to laugh at myself.
  19. I never regret in life.
  20. I am generally thought of as boring and weird.

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Tuesday, June 03, 2008

The Pub Story

He hustled past the crowd. With his mind spewing a smoking rage of destruction. I had to do it.

A few elbows later, the bar was reached. He adjusts himself clumsily onto the high seat. Looks around at the bartender through the veil of bloodshot eyes. Scotch. Been eons, the last time he felt liquor.

I had to do it.

It felt warm as it entered the esophagus. Moments of the past hour suddenly whizzed past him. Flashes of his evil side.

I guess I had to do it.

He was rotating in a whirl of emotions. The peg after the gulp. Golden. Loud music. Anger.
In a flicker, he gulped the waiting element. Every drop. Accompanying it was a deep stir somewhere within him.

I dunno if I should have done that

The eyes kept getting redder. One more. Clutching his hair, he bent down over the table. A small tear disturbed the surface. The peg came. The gulp overcome as it came. One more.

What have I done?

The tears flew a lot more faster. More disturbances. One more.


Behind him, the world carried on. Basking in their own mistakes.

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