Caught in the maze...

They say his behavior has changed. His friends seem to see this as the explanation for their wrong doings. He always shows them the indifferent face. A hollow laughter, the mask he wears everyday, shaking off their words. Always manages to forgive them after dampening his soul with his eyes. He tiptoes in his thoughts in search of any possible reasons. Each night he comes to face himself in the mirror. The same forced face he has always carried, appears. Quietly he turns off the lights to see the daily cracks his soul has suffered in his mirror…

& Life Goes ON...

The woman could not face her husband when he came to visit her in the hospital. She kept her head down as she muttered her thoughts through words. Trying to avoid his eyes, she reluctantly managed to tell him about the abortion. She looked strangely pale & filled with guilt as the husband stared upon her in pity. It would have been their 3rd after her 4th pregnancy. Medically there had been no child at all but the manifestations. The man gave the woman another tip to toe glance, turned his back on her & left the ward without a word, failing to witness the flooding tears in her eyes…

The Box Of Vision...

He hadn't chosen to sit backwards to hold the box but had held the box to be able to meet the people taking the same path as he did instead of the ones always moving in opposite lanes...

For a Few Dollars More...

They call it terrorizing done by who’s come to be called a terrorist. How & why have they come to present themselves all of a sudden , an impulse in my brain asks?

Terrorists are created by Hollywood just to sell a couple of more movies & be a-good-enough excuse to declare war on any part on the map, another impulse answers.

Another Arnold or Stallone film exported worldwide with a single message; We’ve got enough arsenal & ammunition to sell to all sides in war & then an army to destroy all forces with such weapons.

Thanks to dear Hollywood, terrorists can enjoy a couple of new brilliant methods to carry out their missions, film in film out!

& no one even bothers to search Beverly Hills for Bin Laden & co.

A Box Of Happiness Please...

The construction worker gazed out of the window, drowning in his happy thoughts. Still thinking about the full breakfast he had had that very morning. Thoughts of getting paid had kept him working all day but he had not felt time passing by…

Some meters away his boss was nagging about how things were not going as planned, barking at each & every moving object. His ego set on what his wife had demanded for the night’s ceremony, the decreased value of his shares in the stock market, the board’s decision on his contract…

Outside the window, some kids returning home from school, thinking of nothing but having fun. Holding their parents’ hands with pride. Dreaming of their own days of adulthood.

Sitting in his Mercedes, a prestigious man is staring at them with envy, ready to sacrifice his all just to be able to experience childhood once again.

The monkey was too puzzled to analyze the human race so he went to his bed trying to sleep and end the nightmare.

Physics against me...

I will curse Newton with every breath before I go to sleep tonight. He wants war I give him one!! Ever since I got up this morning, he & his gravity have tried their best to assassinate me.

It all began when I woke up crashing to the ground at 6:00 a.m. I guess that worked as a more effective alarm-clock for me. It was a painful experience which hasn’t completely left me yet. It was ok as I saw nothing special to it.

I started to suspect Mr. Newton when an apple dropped on my once-called head nearly at noon! That was his biggest mistake. An Apple! That old trick!! He made it look as a child had accidentally let go of it from the 2nd floor. Huh! What was he thinking!? I am not a mental retard. (or perhaps no one has ever said it frankly into my face) I confess that pain on anyone’s head would have led to uncovering gravity phenomenon.

Till night it just seemed gravity falling in love with my belongings. My stationary, my shoes, my cell phone all had suddenly found the tendency to fall. Just like iron to magnet!!!

Perhaps you might think there is more to come but hey I’ve taken safety measures & got a helmet on!! Also closed-circuit cameras to monitor his every move... What now Newton!? What’s it gonna be next…

Brush but there is no r...

My favorite comic character is a cowboy from Texas. A TRUE American idol; living the American dream. He lives in a house of white far away from Texas but he is always ready to save the world & also cheer up the world by his hilarious words. Yet there is no need to await his show. He is always on, no matter when you turn your T.V on. Oh and let’s not miss his connections with god…

I have quit watching Friends, Becker, Mad About You…

Warning:
Side-effects include; Abdominal pain due to continuous laughter.

So Easy To Live...

... another boring day in front of my T.V set. There is this movie on, showing a perfect romantic life of teenagers & goes on until they die leaving their grand-children in grief. So touching my brain thinks. Tears burn in my eyes...

Surfing the music channels I get fed up with all these songs talking about true love, revenge, regrets & more love...

Oops wrong channel, a fully illustrated couples bed-time activity guide...

Then on this news channel there is this exclusive, on how to live a happy life being backed up by some mysterious callers thanking them for their advice. Can't help to think all these callers are fake or stupid to call this stupid show.

Damn; life must be so easy with all these nice people showing me the right pathways of life!

Want an easy life? Buy a T.V set my brain suggests automatically!

I just don't get it, how is it that their lives are improving giving these silly advices but my life just goes down employing them???

Drowning In Thoughts...

The monkey curled under his blanket & he thought to himself;

My will is only a helpless puppet. I follow the path I must. All my actions are the result of chemical reactions triggered by environmental stimulations. It is no escaping it. I have no control over what orders my brain will be forced to give me in response to what I am to face.

It’s all ok with me, not like I can do anything to change it anyways! Still I sometimes wonder if there’ll be anything called “The Judgment Day”. Can they possibly convict me of what I was not in control of!??

And then he went to the kitchen to take his daily prescribed pill to stop thinking...