It's a bit of a disappointment when you realize that nothing really matters in the long run. Despite that "India wants to know on the news hour tonight", about what actually happened to Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose, we all know deep down inside that despite us knowing what ACTUALLY happened, no part of the real history is going to change. By the way, we don't even need to know that deep down. Just in case anyone thinks that the disclosure of a few files is going to change over half a century of history, the person needs to, well do nothing. Not like he/she can do anything about his hapless thoughts anyway, But political conspiracies aside, there is so much we don't know, that if brought to light, we shall all be subjected to sever existential angst. Besides, all the shouting that usually takes place is an attempt to divert the public mind from much more pressing issues.
Yes, since not much actually matters, when one looks at the larger picture, apart from the disappointing bit, it is actually a relief. Basically, you can do anything you please, and mostly get away with it. Unless you get involved in some sort of a big crime of sorts, or that sort of a thing. Even after which one usually gets away at the end of everything. You see, exercise, eat healthy, meditate, and die anyway. That's a bit pessimistic, if you look at it, but anyway.
I was walking down the road. It was all decorated everywhere, given the festive time of Ganesh Chaturthi. There was this kid walking, running, hopping around, doing her own thing behind her parents. The entrance to one of the buildings on the street was decorated with a lion's statue; the ones made from Plaster of Paris. This kid in front of me went berserk upon seeing this dumb looking lion. She went and touched this so called lion, and got so psyched to feel the animal figurine, almost as though it would jump out and start playing with her. And here I was, wondering if the kid was on acid. What, I mean WHAT could be exciting about a bum looking PoP lion statue that gets a little kid so happy? Honestly, at that moment, I wanted a real lion to jump out at the kid, only to see the kid shit in her pants, and probably get killed by the lion. But was nearby, and if the lion was hungry, my own dear life would have been in trouble. So I kept that thought aside; of the real lion popping out from the statue, and kept walking, part amused by the kid's antics, and part guilty of wanting to watch the kid shit in her pants. Brilliant!
I walked on a little, and just realized that not too long ago, the kid-me would have gotten pretty psyched himself to see a lion statue. That would have been about two decades ago, but yeah, at 3, a lion statue would have looked exciting. Specially since at the time, my dad would have had to tell me that the creature I was looking at, is supposed to be a lion. This is when I could barely spell mu own name, let alone know the spelling of 'Lion'. But thus little girl looked more like she was 6. Damn, the girl must have really been a bum! The smile on her parents' faces were priceless though.
"Awww... how cute! That's our kid, you know? And we are so proud of her!"
I never understood why parents are so bloody proud of their kids. Specially when they are more like 10 years old. For goodness sake, they can barely go to the loo by themselves. Except for those precocious little overachieving pricks who end up finishing their college degrees by the time they are 15, there is nothing remarkable about kids. The smaller ones are purely a pain in the arse. And yet, "I am so proud of you, my child!"
Every time my mom has said that, I've always said to myself, and to her(on a few occasions), "Damn right, you're proud of me, woman! I'm the most awesomest thing the planet has seen till date."
Huh, what? I was talking about the little bum girl, yes.
I don't know what it is about parents, the way they feel for their children. The man and woman have sex without a condom; sometimes with one, the female gets pregnant. Relatives, few of them, never seen before, snoop around, asking for the "Good news", basically enquiring whether the couple have had sex yet. Just in case the two in question haven't gotten married, and the condom tears by mistake, or the guy is bum enough to not use one, the whole world castigates the chap and the female, needless to say that the girl faces severe persecution; let alone the humiliation, that is actually completely unnecessary. Why does the world have to bother about two random people trying to have a good time, specially when their doings have no bearings on the society at large? Not like no one else is sticking their boner into someone else.
I almost forgot. I was talking about why parents are proud of their kids. So the kid is part of the sex, for usual people with sane minds, unless no one told them what happens after copulation, besides the sudden urge to fall asleep, specially when the woman stays wide awake till a lot later(about which you find out much later. Oops!)
The kid comes out. The parents feel like they have created something that will take on the world, make them proud, and all of that. One second. Let me get this right. Just to that the kid makes the parents proud, the parents become proud of the kids beforehand? Technically speaking, that is a logical fallacy. But meh, who cares if we can get away with what we usually do, just because our parents are delusional.
I was sitting in the rickshaw the other day, when this woman walked by; really voluptuous female. Not that the woman was walking at speeds faster than the rickshaw's. The rickshaw was waiting for another passenger for some reason. Back to the voluptuous woman, I saw her walking by, and she suddenly turned around, got into the rickshaw, and sat next to me. Yeah. My awesomeness has that effect om people. By the way, a big disappointment. The face was inconsistent with the body. Goodness! Why does this happen? Before she turned around, besides I noticing the woman, I also saw the rickshaw driver noticing her. I wondered to myself as to what would happen if some collective conscious unleashed upon the woman, the imaginations of all the men in the woman's immediate vicinity. That aside, I wondered what the woman's fantasies would look like, were she allowed to have things he own way. Weird shit the mind can conjure up. Damn!
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