Pretention

Why pretend to be happy when one can be sad and honest?

Why can't I just enjoy the pain in my life and be open about it without being judged?

You!!!.

Yes YOU!!! Don't you feel any pain? Have you never been broken? Are you not... human?

Yet you can't go to the next line without feeling pity and disgust for the one who writes! You judgemental fool. Look inside you! What do you see but darkness and misery? What do you feel but pain and sorrow?

Take a fucking gun, put it in your mouth and pull the trigger or cut a vein or two for all I care but be strong enough to face the truth within you. We live in a fucked up world and you are as much a part of it as I am. So live not to judge. Instead live to rejoice the fuckedupness of our existence. Live to embrace the absolute pointlessness of it.

And you shall live fully.

A Dialgoue

Jackalovich is a youth in his mid-twenties who is full of questions and curiosity about life. He goes to visit his master Provoski who is the Makeesay of his time.

“Greetings Master” Jackalovich gestured his hand in some kind of salutation “How fare you?”

“I am well, like always. What brings you here child?”

“I am in pain. I want peace”

“Define ‘Peace’!!” the master replied in a laid back tone.

“Well peace is when I’m free of pain”

“And?”

“And that’s it I guess”

“Are you not free of pain when you are happy?”

“I am master”

“So is it happiness you want?”

“Well yes if you put it that way.”

“But hear me well child, for happiness is not peace”

“What is peace than?”

“Peace is a lack of everything but itself i.e. when there is no happiness, emotion, energy, sadness or anything at all, there is peace” the master took a sip from the cup of wine on the table and continued “You see the pure life energy exists in equilibrium and tranquility. Every now and then the life energy transcends into the material world in the form of a living being. After we die, we go back to the life energy from which we are born, and thus can be in peace. But this life is not meant for peace. There is no equilibrium here. Only struggle and pain”

“That means there is no point in longing for peace?” Jackalovich asked, obviously a little disappointed by the lecture his master had given him.

“That is not entirely true. We should long for many things and also strive to achieve them. But instead of wanting freedom from your pain, you should embrace it, make it your strength. And remember that Ultimate Peace is our final destination. So for as long you are in this world, enjoy the pain a little.”

Jackalovich nodded in silence and left the temple. He had his answer but many more questions still remained.

Bayahath Terevich: A Deck of Cards

Bayahath Terevich frowned as he let go of the last coin in his hand. He was a man born of deceit and surely losing is not an option for the likes of him. Yet it was done. The bet was lost and he was but a fool to have thought that he’d win.

It all started when the Fool came to the good town of Kuttiyanagar. The good people were amazed to see him. The Fool with all his tricks and songs; was a complete package. Kuttiyanagar was not a place frequented by many visitors and the townsfolk needed amusement just as a malnutritioned  African kid needs his vitamins. Bayahath Terevich was indeed happy to be in a place like this, where his cunning could feed upon the mediocrity of the people and yield him some coin. So he strategically placed himself in the center of the bazaar where all the streets met, just alongside the statue of the “Kuttiya” who had given this town its name.  On the sidewalk children chased chickens and hawkers shouted as they tried to lure in customers.

”Hear me O’ good people of Kuttiyanagar” Bayahath Terevich cleared his throat and then started his sermon, “ Hear me as the Kuttiya bears witness to this day where I  stand and offer something that has never been witnessed before, truly a good offer I make to you. I will show you a trick of cards and the man who understands it will get all my fortune. But if no one can decipher the magic in my hands, every single man and woman of Kuttiyanagar will give me a gold coin for my skill and courage”. The crowd slowly gathered at his feet. Some looked at him with excitement and utter awe while others displayed their hatred of what seemed to be a classic case of mockery of their wits.

“Behold” Bayahath continued “Behold this great art that I have learned from the magi of the eastern lands”. And then the fool started to shuffle his cards. He selected a young child of 8 from the audience and made the little one select a card from his deck. The child was then asked to show the card to the whole of Kuttiyanagar as they stood still and expressionless. The card was then gently put back in the deck that Bayahath held in his right hand. After a brief moment of shuffling here and cutting there, the magician clapped his hands sandwiching the deck in between and voila! The entire deck was gone. Disappeared into thin air, as it might have seemed. The crowd clapped and there were chatter amongst them. Shock and awe? “The real trick has only just begun” Bayahath announced with a mixture of sarcasm and pride in his tone, “I see that there are 52 men in the audience and each man’s destiny lies in a card that he must now face. Put your hands in your pockets you good men of Kuttiyanager”. All the men in the audience put their hands in their pockets as the women peeked with keens eyes, at the men close to their vicinity. And each man in the crowd found a card in his pocket that he took out and held high in his hands. Bayahath Terevich smiled and announced boldly, “as for the card of the child, look at the face of the Kuttiya”. There it was. Pasted at the nose of the statue just like an ugly patch on somebody’s eye. Bayahath was happy for a trick well-performed “and now for my coin if no one can tell me what I just did and how I did it”. His hopes were a shattered when the crowd suddenly burst into a huge fit of laughter. A laughter so wild that, it made his bones shiver. The one thing Bayahath failed to realize was that Kuttiyanager was a town famous for its magic and it was the birthplace of all magic in the realm of Jhagistan. Deciphering a mere card trick was child’s play for a people who could use their magic to make entire castles appear out of thin air. Alas! It was too late. Now Bayahath Terevich had to do away with all his fortune. His dreams shattered because of his ignorance. “Bloody Nasreen” he cried “You will have to wait my love before I free you from the clutches of the evil hordes of Chawalikis. Wait you must my dear… wait for me”