Dirty Little Secrets

A blinding flash of light! A high-pitched shriek! Darkness! Funny how death is one thing which is strong enough to snap you out of reality! Yeah, I don’t say dream but reality.   Think about it! He lay there, wishing with all his will… if only he could have one chance at rewind! Or did he really want that? Did he want to live through all the pain and misery and bitterness again? Did he have the strength…or the guts? “Someone call the ambulance, he’s dying” he heard a terrified cry from somewhere to his right. That person must be really close for he could hear him (even in this pain) properly.  The rest was a blur of voices pounding through his head. He was dying. This is it! It’s finally over, the wait! He shuffled through all his memories to find that one particular face. A face that he had been trying very hard to push at the back of his mind, and if successful, absolute removal! But what does it matter now? And there it was, the image installed in his brain, paused at...

Its ironical, innit? I have to actually start *liking* football just when its over! All this time, I swore at my football-crazy friends whose only reason of survival these days was "FIFA"... I groaned with disappointment whenever I opened my Facebook account coz all that i was greeted with was results of the previous match and updates on the next one! And suddenly, I host a finale viewing at my place, catch a glimpse of Villa, then Pique, and lastly Casillas and...BAM!!!!!!!!!!! The next 2hrs I'm glued to my T.V. like I'm hypnotized. Albeit! Anticipation! Excitement! Nervousness! Horror! Joy! Everything! I don't think I can ever sit through the boring "cricket" again. :P All you Spain-supporters, it's celebration time! Waka Waka...this time for Iniesta! And for Villa. And Pique. And Casillas! And for Spain! 

Less of cribbing, more of accepting Less of drama, more of practicality Less of fights, more of shutting up Less of waiting, more of moving on Less of not talking on the phone, more of trying to Less of holding on to something, more of letting go Less of ice creams and chocolates, more of coffees Less of T.V., more of books Less of dreaming, more of facing reality Less of receiving, more of giving Less of material needs, more of finding the deeper meaning of life Less of hatred, more of love Less of me, more of us Less of us, more of me Whoa! Growing up!

We chatted every day. We shared secrets with each other. We got close to each other in such a short span of time that life without him seems impossible. Incomplete. Like I’m missing something or nothing seems right when I don’t chat with him one day. I thought he was my rebound. That thought sure disturbed me but I pushed it in the darkest part of my head and expected it to rust and die there. I’ve been doing this for quite some time now. So easy and problem-free life becomes when you don’t have negative thought looming inside your head all day! But now we don’t chat so frequently and I don’t feel as restless about not talking to him as I used to before. He doesn’t need me as much as he used to before, too. Maybe, he WAS my rebound. And I was his. And now that we’ve helped each other and cured our problems, we don’t need *us* anymore. I thought, during the post-R phase, that one more goodbye and I’ll be shattered. Hahahahahahahha… it all seems so funny   confusing funny now. ...

Q: You know what I hate more than bad hair? A: Badly ironed hair! Does anyone understand the philosophy behind the rubbish given above? I do, of course! But lets see what you've got to say about it! Discuss!!!!!!