February 6, 2015 2210 hours. I saw the waxing moon, and checked what time it was. It was exactly when … Continue reading the Belly Story!
It’s crazy what a transition in life can do to you. Dissatisfaction burgeons on you, that you take the malevolent … Continue reading The Edge
How does it feel,
to be stuck, between two worlds?
To be a snail,
wanting to get out of its shell?
To choose between comfort and freedom?
You’re confined, you can’t move, even a tendon!
You’ve reached an island,
but it’s just blue everywhere!
This, the wage for your hamartia,
is the lethal remedy of your pride;
of your ignorance,
towards that very thing,
that kept you breathing!
Continue reading “Stuck”
It was the 14th of February. I woke up inside a bucket. Or rather, I found myself in a bucket. My research on humans bore result and I finally crossed the time barrier and reached the earth. This was success, personally for me, and I had broken the old jinx. Because even though we have been studying humans, we couldn’t cross over to really land on the surface. I dint even tell anybody that I had come. I dint have a choice of how I come, or where I appear. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have ever chosen this smelly bucket. The bucket was the sign. Humans bathe, wear clothes. Primitive age signs I tell you. And God, humans wear so many clothes. I thank my stars (especially the five suns that we have) that I dont. We’re independent that way. There was a pile of clothes on top of me when I woke up, or rather when I was transported. Good thing was that it made me unnoticeable. But I couldn’t take it any longer; the smell inside the whole thing. The earthy smell of fresh rain in the clothes was mixed with a herbal acidic smell of chemicals. A strong one though. Male, works in a factory. But on his shirt, there was this flushy kind of a smell which made it obvious that he had recently bought a bouquet of red roses. Now I was interested in this guy. I peeped outside, it was a four walled sided, eight cornered room, just as I had expected. Humans dont think any further than a cubical room. Has anybody thought of a tetrahedral room? I have one, and it is out of the world.
Continue reading “‘Love’ in a Makeshift World”
“We need much less than we think we need.”
Those are really famous words by the famous American poet, Maya Angelou, who died last year. It’s really not what we want what matters, what matters is what we need. And what we think we need is not what actually what we need. Why do we all have changing goals? Isn’t mankind ever satisfied with anything it does? What is the real meaning of the word, content? In Maslow’s Need Chart, self actualization has the lowest priority in a human lifespan. That’s why we probably never attain it.
I have seen time and again, that people in the world today are never, ever satisfied with the things they get, or the things that they are surrounded with. Be it achievements, or blessings, people dont mature enough stop and look back. And when writers like me write, they think they are in Pluto, and tell the world how different they are and that writing is all that they wanted to do. They Lie. This post, is based on, me. And how I am the most begrudging person in the world, and how I generalize, the fact that the human race in its entirety is of an unfulfilled kind. Continue reading “The Angelou Solution”
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, and all characters appearing in this blog are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is either fictitious or used to state facts. All distortions to real facts were intended only for the purpose of entertainment, and absolutely nothing else.
I got a call early in the morning today, that the last witness in President Begin’s trials has been brutally killed in Kiryat Motzkin, Haifa. His name was Professor Yaakov Keret. I rushed to the place, because stating the obvious; THE PRESIDENT WAS THE NEXT TARGET. When I reached the crime scene and saw what was in store for me, I really wished I hadn’t come. The body was literally mutilated like chewed food. The forensics expert Ronit Kolirin studied the body and the blood spatter carefully, and I could see it in her face that even she was uneasy, just standing around it, let alone study it. It was just not undemanding to understand what exactly took this man’s soul away. After being stabbed so many times, the professor was injected with Rloredophan on his neck, which is essentially a military grade experimental biological weapon. If injected into the blood stream, the cells undergo fission, and almost instantaneously the particles cause micro-explosions in the blood vessels which rupture the skin. So technically, it is the most painful way to die. We turned the house upside down and found no trace, no fingerprint and no evidence whatsoever. This obviously meant that whoever was doing this, knew what they were doing. They were acting fast, and wanted to squander time, our time. The note indicated that he exactly knew our moves, and the fact that we would beef up The President’s security. It was astonishing how he has been one step ahead of me all the time. Continue reading “To Hitler, To the Jews (Part 2): Local Boys with a Grudge”