I landed on the wrong planet

The bell chimed as he walked in for the second time. "Hey! It's been a while," said the man at the bar. "I need a drink," said he as he shook his head, trying to dispel the uncomfortable truth repeatedly spanking him sensuously. And that is how we find our hero, sipping something muddy on another planet.

Name:
Location: Yaadhum Oore. Yaavarum Kelir

I am a bad imitation of don Quixote.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Let's be stupid

There are always a few unsaid things.

The eyes talk a lot more, hinting at hidden mysteries. Those eloquent eyes push the words in your face. And behind such eyes, there are always a few unsaid things.

We construct bridges across rapids - wanting a human being. The bridge could lead us to death, but we plough along, braving bitter winds. Who could be behind those eyes? Is it the person that we see or is it the person's darkest desires come to life? Can the bridge hold? Can you walk hand-in-hand? "Don't go there! She is a slut!" says someone. "He is an asshole!" says another. But we look at them and say, "I know. But maybe there is more to this person! Let's just be stupid and build the bridge!" There are mishaps along the way. Those snubbed critics come back to life, spitting on our half-broken bridges. But we still plough along.

Such are the relationships that we forge. We decide to be stupidly brave and go ahead with the bridge. We are monumental risk-takers - adventure-seekers and adrenaline-junkies of the highest order! It gives us a high, to put someone through the test that we have deviced. Those unasked questions and those unsaid things - they come out as we watch the bridge shake and fumble. We - the builders of the bridge - stand on it and jump, trying to implode it. We are cruel quality-controllers, subjecting the bridge to the vilest of tests.

Why are there questions? Why should there be any answers? There were no expectations to begin with. Then why are they sprouting up? But we are past caring. We do not often realise that we are lousy builders - quite illogical actually! And as we watch the bridge succumb to our test, we pride ourselves in our victory, not realising that we lose our skills as each bridge collapses.

And the bitter-sweet irony of it all is that we were building a bridge to our own island!

But we need to be stupid throughout. We need to be stupid to start building a bridge. And we ought to be stupid and try not to test it with construction balls!

How nice it is to walk on the bridge with you. Let's just keep being stupid.

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