So softly death succeeded life in her,
She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Narcotics are a joke!!
From what I have heard, being in love gets people high and weird. To me, its exactly like a weed trip. I have not really experienced it but I am saying this from what I have heard from dopeheads. I feel cozy and I smile to myself like a retard. I eat a lot. I laugh excessively. Everything basically slows down. Sigh..what a trip! Oh and boy is it addictive!
Here is something funny I read:
My Dear Wife,
You will surely understand that I have certain needs that your 54 year old body can no longer supply. I am very happy with you and I value you as a good wife. Therefore after reading this letter, I hope that you will not wrongly interpret the fact that I will be spending the evening with my 18 year old secretary at the Comfort Inn Hotel. Please don't be perturbed - I shall be back home before midnight . When he came home, he found the following letter on the dining room table:
My Dear Husband,
I received your letter and thank you for your honesty. I would like to take this opportunity to remind you that you are also 54 years old. At the same time I would like to inform you that while you read this, I will be at the Hotel Fiesta with Michael, my tennis coach who, like your secretary, is also 18 years old. As a successful businessman and with your excellent knowledge of math, you will understand that we are in the same situation, although with one small difference: 18 goes into 54 a lot more times than 54 goes into 18 Therefore, I will not be back before lunch time tomorrow.
I have been compulsively thinking what I want to write about and I ended up writing a "poem". This is pretty much how dopeheads write. I have no clue what the poem conveys. This week has been very eventful and too many things have been happening in too little time. Is that a good thing? Only time will tell. What I do know is that I am comfortable being happy. I am enjoying this feeling for it is far better than not being loved in return or him telling you that you have all the qualities that he hates in a person.I am surprised I survived all that. And I thank those people who have made me a stronger and a better human being. They have hurt me, cared for me, spited me, touched me. I loved them with all I had, lied to them, hurt them and I still love them. Wow, I am random today. Anyway, here is the poem.
Did he die for your sins? Did he pay the real price? Did he feel the real pain? Did he plead and cry? If he died for your sins, will you not sin again? If he bled for your pleasures, what is it that you gain? The cross eclipsed the sun, the day was dark, Was that the end or the start? what did his suffering mark? They still lie and hurt, when they take his name, When he died, died humanity; as he took all the blame.
When I watch a chick flick (which I normally don't), I get pretty irritated. Why? Cuz I didn't believe those events actually happen. Girl, guy fall magically in love. Guy proposes. They live happily ever after. Not to forget, the mind-blowing first kiss. But you know what? They do happen. Life is not full of shit, actually. There is ALWAYS a reason why things happen. I know that sounds like a cheesy way to justify the shitty past BUT it is true. If you had a depressing heart break, there is a reason for it besides the fact that one of you fucked up real bad. And you will know the reason at some point in the future.
I did. I wondered for years together why things happen the way they do. And when something good happened, I d know its not for real, I d wait for things to go bad. That was the perpetual pattern of events. But now, it's all happening. For real. And I am happy. Very happy. This time, I am not going to let anything bring me down. NOTHING. I deserve this and I am going to enjoy every bit of it like cinderella or any other miserable girls from the chick flicks. Yaay!!
Ah, it's nice to be back after two very eventful weekends and loads of work during the week. Has my life changed in any way? Not like you care but yes, very much so. How, we will not get into.
I was away with Lauren last weekend to Pondicherry. Cheap (nice, nonetheless) hotel, beautiful beaches, lovely roads (I live in Chennai, what did you expect!) and oh yes, the ayurvedic massage. How can I possibly not mention that? Let's just say there is very fine line between getting an awesome massage and getting abused. So, question the touch :P. Last weekend, we were at Mahabalipuram. More beach, some work, some delicious nutella pancakes.
While I was away, "Shivaji" got released. ** Text deleted for I might get killed for my personal opinion on the movie. If you want to comment on the video, do it at your own risk. It was great knowing you.**
My boss told me he read this book in which this guy goes forward in time , gets a sex change and dates himself. My first reaction to this-" That is really disturbing." Last night, before going to bed a thought struck me " Who knows best what it is like to be me? Who will accept me for all that I am?" One instant answer "Me." Now, you might think I am narcissistic and I probably am. But think. If you are a person who knows what he wants, who is aware of his weaknesses and strengths, how awesome would it be for you to date yourself ( well, the sex change can be optional in your head according to your preferences).
Most of the altercations in a relationship arise with one question "Why don't you understan me?" Why is that? Because the other person is NOT you. Simple. I have heard one of my friends say " Only one man ever understood me, and he didn't understand me." What if that man is you? I think it is true that If we are incapable of finding peace in ourselves, it is pointless to search elsewhere.
However utopian and hypothetical this idea may seem, it makes you wonder..Can you be happy with yourself? Will you ever feel sad or lonely? Will you be stronger as an individual?
The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.
