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

The Gazette is Dead, long live the Gazette.

The Asylum is not what it used to be is the number one lament that is in the air. Of course it cannot be what it used to be, the March Hare would say, if he gets time that is. For these days, March Hare himself ain’t what he used to be.

“That’s an old news!”, cried someone in the common room.

“And your point would be?” asked McMurphy

“That’s exactly my point!”, said the other voice.

“But of course. We were never into news”

“On the contrary, you’re always in the news”, said the other voice.

“That’s different”

The “Don’t eat meat” campaing was allegedly started by McMurphy himself. Sources say that it has a lot to do with McMurphy’s co-ordinates. Stuck in the Oxford of the east, he’s always yearning for meat. But then McMurphy is used to motives being attached to everything that he says and does.

For the record, McMurphy is not against anyone eating meat. In fact he says that there has to be some meat in the reports. That’s not exactly being anti-meat is it?

And while The Gazette has sold off their news business, this is the last of the Gazette Exclusive: McMurphy himself was seen eating meat with Yosso. Allegedly, there is photographic evidence too but that will have to wait, for the photographer is having a vacation at an undisclosed location. But who were party to this, you ask? No one else.

“What was it like? The first taste?”, Dubar asked, who had just recenlty been converted.

“The first cut is the deepest”, is all McMurphy can say. Logically, it can’t get deeper than that!

A page from McMurphy’s journal is all we can disclose at this moment. This was intended as a sermon he was going to deliver before he changed his mind:

What happens when two cynics agree? Well, they’re cynical of their agreement!

There is a thesis after every synthesis. What the **** am I talking about? Well, we’ve had this conversation a long back. It’s good to be nice, but it’s better to be fair. In the euphoria of the new building and the house warming and the initiations, are we losing the real thing? (What is real, someone will ask. At other times, I would have been that someone. But really, it’s time we took a reality break. For it’s not the walls and the ceilings that maketh a house)

So before someone asks what’s real, let’s just recollect why we’re here. Decidedly the reasons will be different, for in Hotel California, they don’t ask whys when you check in. Euphorias are always dangerous, for while they last they blind you. And when they end, you’re left with uncomprehensible rubble. “How did we get here?” I hope we don’t have to ask the question in the near future. For that, and that alone, I hope the euphoria ends soon.

Any society that has lived in isolation for extended times stops seeing things that an outsider would spot from a distance. Of course, there are two sides to that – as in there might be things that an insider takes for granted. But the other side is what scares me.

“Didn’t I told you so?”, the Nurse’s voice haunted McMurphy, as he was almost finished writing his sermon.

“And if the band you’re in starts playing different tunes
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon.”

“What. A full day with him? Well, I don’t blame you”, said chief.

McMurphy had already wandered off. Sources say that he was last seen sining out loud:

Now there’s a look in your eyes.
Like blackholes in the sky
Shine on you crazy dimond!