I hate children, but not all of them. I can tolerate the quiet ones. Those of nature gift which sleep and sit and dont talk or cry. While on other hand i can barely put my anger down with restless kid. You hear big boisterous laughing ,saw them running round and round in circles and you can smell them from fifty leagues.Their antics which to their mother is deary is for me irritating. I am irritated by their sight their ways and mostly their mind. No offence I have nothing against their mother whatsoever. I can understand your want to throw your child at near strangers for a few minute respite. I can understand your selfishness with your child as it is the result of your seed. Please all those mother with apron on their waist and a sweet muffin in plate I have nothing against the idea of you rearing and bearing child do as you like yummy mummy but please give me my own freedom to frown upon your child.
Many a maidens are decieved by their looks. To them they look beautiful. A sweet sapling just out of earth. It seems to me they are slowly training their mind to like that bobbly mass of flesh they will rear someday. Love them as irratonaly as you like but please don’t shove the child in my hand and command me to like it. To me they are not cute. I am not so easily deceived by outer beauty. To me they are vomiting ,urinating, defecating, and a senseless creature driven by pure Pursuit of annoyance. They will hide in corner and will search for those things that drove you to madness and then they came out of hiding laced with this new weapon and broke havoc in the kingdom of mind.
Child heart is god heart. In his head always lay god hand and child and god bff relation go on and on and on. But ladies hear me out if child speaks god language then
1 god speak gibberish
2 god is dammn irritating.
What a disappointment I thought god to be a highly learned man.
Let me tell you something you already know: child is a fool. He is mad. Truly is, till he is six or eight his brain and spinal cord is not developed fully. When he is in embryo, he develop from primitive to more advanced,popularly know as progeny precedes the phylogeny.
So if you ever thought that your child is not a human being but a animal you are probably right, maybe when your child was morphing from some remote ancestor to human being he chose to remain animal much to his human mother chagrin.
I am ranting, all facts and fiction colliding. I am writing this as I travel in train and opposite to my birth sit a young mother and a younger child. I pity her, so young and so old with responsibility. I see a continue frown in her face, she came to wonder small small thing in her child life and can do nothing but laugh in public and suffer in solitaire.
So sorry all these ladies with one child on hip other in your arms and another one you hold in your hand, I love you as a mother. Come to think of it I can’t become this five foot five inch adult without her care and I am foreever of her debt but still,still I hate you child.
I was in eighth class,it was half yearly exam and if my memory is with me it was social studies paper. I was not the kid who cheat.I tried it once and don’t like it. The feeling of fear and anxiety is not particularly good feeling. From then on I think it to be better to study a bit more or if not rather leave the question.
Where was I? Oh yes social studies,so you can understand my shock when a teacher pointedly told me to just exchange copy with the girl sitting behind me. I couldn’t understand but then I see my posture. I was hunched back with answering sheet on my lap and I can guess with a bit of peeking fellow on my back can easily copy my answer and that was douche bag was doing.
So my dear readers that scum was peeking blatantly on my answer sheet . I was once that scum too,it was science Olympiad and stakes were higher. I am not particularly proud to say that I Jane cheated but please don’t narrow your eyes,I don’t win and my said friend got first prize and even today when we are in same college I always ask her did she change her answers at end,cause man cheat or no cheat it suck to lose to your friend.
A friend of mine write on his status that he hates it when people try to read his conversation. The same day he made me hate him when I saw him trying to read my posts. This peeking,is like a social evil. You peek,I peek we as a community peek on each other. Hell even countries indulge in this silly game of seek and hide. For those of us who don’t want to get their hands dirty hire private detective.
Now we ask ourselves what cause us,respectable member of society,lawful citizen,professional in respective field to stoop low(literally) and to middle in other private conversation ,to judge a person by what novel or magazine he is reading,and most irritating when we look over when a person is writing,replying to a comment. As I am writing it I can see the eye of a man standing behind me to slyly read the content of this blog,so to you sir keep on reading but on your tab and I guess you already know the name of my blog.
Sorry for rambling but at least the guy has reverted his eyes and I can write in peace. There is nothing worse than the feeling that you are being watched,that someone is waiting when you will bend a bit too low,when you will stand on your toes and stretch your body to get your luggage from top rung.
Now question arises what possible pleasure can people derive from knowing random facts about other people life?what the use of eating information we can’t digest and which will probable leave our system the next day.
I think its curiosity. Plain and simple.
We are a weird specie. We are just interested in everything. Why sun shine, why night come after day,why season change got the idea. We are interested in nature.
Why do birds migrate,why deer eat grass not meat,why lion eat deer and not grass. We are interested in other specie.
Why do I cry,why I smile, why I dream,why we reason and not others. So we are interested in ourselves and this meddling behavior has what make us progressive and intrusive specie in same sentence.
When we have so much time to spare in such a short life. When we can count stars just to keep occupied so why not just hear what other say, see what they see and for a moment be in their shoes. Its the only way a busboy know the office politic of an IT firm, the only way in hell I know what to write in this blog.
Its been more than a month since I last posted. I am sorry for the delay.
It was not that I don’t have things to write in contrary my mind was full of them,but my fifth semester exams don’t allow me the luxury to blog.
But today my dear every thing is changed. I am sitting In my couch all my theory and practicals finished.
I don’t know whether to cry or laugh . exams have paradoxical effect on your brain system. it forces you to stretch your limits,it challenges you to mug up all those medical jargon you were unable to rot in past three months to do so in three days.
I have a habit of envisaging the end in beginning of a journey. I always imagine the happiness of exempt from studies even weeks before starting of exams.it helps me to keep on going,to study for an extra hour,to wake an hour before,to burn the night lamp.
Though exams are pain in the ass but like every bad thing in life its also an essential ingredient for success. Or its not,its just plain pain not only in ass but every single tissue of body.it stretches your brain like a rubber band and as exam are over it shrunk back to its place.it become a business of holding back a great load of shit and then to vomit it all over in papers. Sometimes it happen that I don’t even know what questions I have attended and what I have written in them!
But Let’s not get all narcissistic it does have some benefit. The after exam feeling is not what you see every day.
I have never smoked or taken pot but I can still tell the elation when you feel ,as you were answering the last question ,of last practical is above any drug the god has created under the blue sky.
The post exam happiness disorder ,have long term effects. It shape your party plans for weeks in advance. It like a burst of rancid smell which makes you appreciate the lousy smell of everyday life.
Most importantly if I don’t give fifth semester exam how would I enter in sixth semester?
Ps:I know last line is too normal but thoughts like that only keep you hopeful.