Wednesday, 28 April 2010

Yet another cynical observation

The beauty of unrequitted love lies in the fact that there remains hope. The irony lies in the fact that once the love is 'achieved', hope is dampened, and love fizzles out without much grace.

Most of the popular love stories are tragic. Or else they 'happily end' when cute boy finally gets his pretty lass. Probably they allude to the idea that here's where happiness ends, and hence a happy ending. For all the brawls and irritation that follows makes not a rosy picture. The love does not grow, only takes a giant plunge rather disgracefully and ends with a irritating hangover. I have this feeling that Devdas would never have been so drunkenly in love had he got his Paro. Probably he would have been deliriously joyous at first, pride pumped up to his neck or something. But he wouldn't have been screeching the name of his lady love all the time perhaps. (Just a thought. All the novel lovers need not prepare to strangle me to death if you think otherwise.)

And so love is achieved, like some chewing gum a kid hankers for, to be spitted out with much obnoxious residue.

Thankfully, there are exceptions in plenty, and even my cynicism can't dampen the prospects of some good ol' love stories. :D

Saturday, 10 April 2010

Essay on Powercuts and very hot people.

This is a very serious essay on powercut. During powercuts the lights go off. Usually they happen when Kolkata Knight Riders are playing decently. All the loser people call up other loser people during this time. Naughty naughty people enjoy powercuts, you know why. Though I think they can switch off the lights when they want to anyway. But I guess all the other folks in the house will laugh then. Us silly Indians. We always like to do naughty naughty things in the dark. Like taking money as bribes. We like to take them from under the table while we wear pure white dresses to show off our pristine purity. You see, it's the system that has made us like this. We really don't wantb to be so naughty.

Hopeless going- to- be- twenty girls play during powercuts. They take the candle and sing Noorie Noorie. It is really funny but unfortunately the people around these girls don't have a sense of humour. You see, we are serious people.

Babies cry when it is dark. It's another issue that they cry even when there is light, or bright light. The screams of these toddlers aren't childplay to most gonna-be-twenties. They feel very very scared and wish that a handsome boy was nearby. But since they are hopeless they don't have handsome boys nearby.

These hopeless girls also feel scared that their good grandparents up with God are going to visit them when it is dark. They are usually scared and thinks ghosts are going to come, and so they call up other people and scare them too. Hopeless gonna-be-twenties are stupid. They don't know that ghosts don't waste time on boring people.

It is also the time when men with salivating tongues stare at poor lonely girl in the dark. These men like to stare. They also like to comment and whistle. They don't whistle very nicely. I can whistle better than them and may be I should teach them someday. My school has taught me that whatever I do, I should do well. May be they did not learn anything in school. Poor men. I feel sorry for them. May be they should go to school. When I grow up I shall do a big big charity show where I will gather money for poor men who can't behave.

The powercuts switch off the fan too. This is summer. We all feel very very hot. Even our school principal looks hot in summer. For we all sweat and the temperature is very very high. Pretty girls can't untie their hair to show how pretty she looks in summer. The sweat and oil makes the hair look like a rope. That isn't pretty. But as my father says, pretty girls look pretty all the time. And so they look pretty all the time.

it is very hot now too. The lights and fans have just regained consciousness so I am going to publish this post. For all those who've read beyong the first two lines, Thank you. You have successfully proven that you have immense patience. May you get married soon.