Dud Sea Scrawls The Writing, clearly, is not on the wall!

I went with a group of people I work with for lunch. The topic came to Paris Hilton and how foolish the American media was to give so much news time to a spoilt brat like Paris Hilton. I kept quiet – I was offended; it hurt me immensely that they were talking bad about one of my most favorite people. Nonetheless, every single one of them had read or watched a lot about Paris Hilton – if she were to come into the restaurant, I can bet that the jaws of these same people would drop.

I know I am going to die. I wish I would die soon and without this much pain. But, I know that is not going to happen. I know it; some things you just know, like you know you can die for a woman but unfortunately she is just being nice to you. I exhale and a stream of my urine hits the metallic bedpan. The sound is accompanying it is oddly satisfying. Did you cringe on reading that?

Once upon a time, when there were just tales and no fairy tales and none of them ended with “they lived happily forever”, there was a kingdom so poor and wasted that no one wanted it. As a model of early communism, the lord and the peasant looked and lived identically. With the passage of time, we would come to learn of the same kingdom as very powerful with a just and wise king.

Once upon a time, not so long ago, there lived three frogs in a well. They lead a life of peace and contentment. Mornings were passed away in feasting upon insects and algae in the well, afternoons in play and nights in predator free sound sleep. It was the monsoon season and the rains brought two more frogs into the tiny well. The resident frogs did not like this invasion of space and privacy.

Nikhil felt an itch on his non existent right leg. He snorted, breathed deeply and looked at the place where his legs had once been. His bandaged legs, what remained of them, ended in ungainly stumps as he lay on the hospital bed. The doctor had advised him to be bold and that there was more to life even in a wheelchair, all the while standing on his nice good legs and shifting his weight slightly from one leg to another.