The Oldest Drug

First you're just curious about it, you've heard people saying some nasty things about it... and those who've tried it have given you mixed reviews. Few of them tell you to NEVER try it but they stick to it all the time.

Then you decide, maybe you want to try it too, see what it feels like. You hang around... and try it. It overwhelms you, its something you've NEVER felt before and has suddenly opened up so many doors, the world is a brighter place. And you're (on a) high, while the feeling lasts nothing seems impossible. Pink Floyd starts making sense and so do the lyrics in death metal. you start singing along to gay songs like truly madly deeply.

And then, you start wanting more.

Hmm, now that i look back at what i've written i guess any intoxicant, booze or ciggarrette might have fit the same pattern.

What i'm actually talking about is Love.

The Oldest drug known to man. Love.

That thing just fucks you up. Love even though not classified as harmful, or as an prescription only consumable. Definetly follows the pattern, typical of any other intoxicant.

Lets continue our story.

You Start wanting more, and more... and then suddenly you stop getting any. It drives you crazy, you become hormonal.. become exposed to spontaneous bouts of anger followed by crying. you start avoiding your friends... and piss off those you do care about. You start either eating nothing or too much... suddenly you've either lost or gained 5-6 kgs.

You start asking why, and then when you realise you arent going to get any... and when the source lets you know, there isn't going be anymore and that its over. You rebound onto anything else, as long as it keeps you high, you'll take anything alchohol, a joint, a blue pilll, a green pill... anything. or In this case, since love involves people instead of consumables... you'll start wanting to be with any random stranger who smiles at you.

finally, years after its over... after you've rid yourself of it, and weaned yourself of it.

All it takes is a slight chance encounter. And just like alchoholics, all you'll need is a little push.

And you'll be thrown back into Madness.

Written from the heart.

P.S This Being in Love thing Blows.

The Great Indian Unhappy Family

The Great Indian family. Aren't we a happy lot! I can see your smiles, oh such sweet ones too... you hypocritical bastards.

I've always wondered why marriages fail. And always wondered why suddenly, everyone wants to get a divorce. Not that i care, honestly, other people can sort out their issues on their own... They don't need me to tell them what to do. But curiosity, you know thats the clincher.

The sudden interest in this to me at least, is why Relationships fail. I mean, people who know each for months suddenly say things like, its not working out... i don't love you anymore. Okay, people seriously. I don't love you anymore?! Is that even remotely on the same plane as sense?! I mean come on, you've spent enormous time... getting to know each other. And thats more than what everyone with an arranged marriage got and surprisingly, they're still together! ( Okay, how many 45 yr old divorce's do you know? ) I know my parents are, and thats pretty cool.
So why is it that these people survived the test of time, had kids and lived surprisingly happily ever after. And we get stuck with less than less than happy lives and bitchy fights and name calling, and divorces. We must be a really unhappy lot. The media has made us unwilling, to stuck up, too given to choice.

Now that is what i used to think.

Then i realized. Its all a lie.

It takes time, but i waited and then closely looked at these unbreakable and happily married families. They hate it. They've hated it all their lives... they wanted to scream, they wanted out.
But they couldn't, they were stuck in the society's web. Every generation before us, is the reason for the Great Unhappy Family, the reason why these soaps work... is because we are the great Indian unhappy family.

The Happily ever After of your parents is a lie.
The don't love each other, they just got used to each other.
In case they do, by god you're lucky.

They are living a life of lies, of compromises, of choices that were theirs to make but it wasn't then who made them, of dreams walked over, of life forced on. They are all stuck in unhappy marriages, Husbands who cheat on their wives, wives who don't love their husbands, rebellious sons, angry daughters, Husbands yelling at wives, wives yelling at kids, kids yelling at parents,
parents yelling at grandparents, grandparents yelling at maids... a den of hatred, Welcome to the Indian household.

They must've liked someone, in their time. And there are times when they might have regretted it. Now they've come too far to go back. Living a life of regret. What kind of life is that?

Tolstoy said:
"Every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way"
However,in this country, every unhappy family is unhappy for the same reason.


Ha. And We're morally bankrupt? Excuse ME!

Disclaimer : I'm Talking about all the Indian Families, if yours isn't as fucked up... congrats. Dil pe mat lo. Magar thoda socho.