Everyday is a Valentine’s Day
I was observing this old Malay couple on my way back home last night. And there was something really different about this couple. The old lady’s head was resting on her husband’s shoulder.
I mean, you only see these kind of Public Display of Affections in the younger generation and not in the oldies. But this was the first time I’ve ever seen such couples, so loving. It was a beautiful sight.
They were not scared to show the world that they were in love. Infact they didnt care if people will find them odd or beautiful. They just loved each other. That’s all they did.
They really looked young at heart, teasing each other and talking lovingly. From the way i observed them, it was asthough they were married for years. But here’s the ironic part, why can’t our relationships, that has gone for years can never be as romantic or as beautiful as theirs? I mean, why do us, the younger generation keep squabbling with each other rather than just let the past go and live on and love?
See, the most beautiful part about love is all about accepting each other’s flaws and living each other’s days as though we’re in love for the first time.
That’s why they have this saying, “The first three months are beautiful and then comes the roller coaster ride”. We keep finding new flaws in each other and can never live with them. And when we find the new flaws, we remember those flaws and then we use those flaws as an excuse to hurt the ones we love. We try our best to pretend that person doesn’t exist. We try to “delete” him or her from our lives..
Sometimes I think to myself, if i really deserve all these? I mean after all the apologies and yet it’s still the same. Sometimes, i wish i can be someone famous and influential and then use it as an advantage in love. I don’t know, i’m just a lost and confused soul. No one really can understand me.
But that old couple, it was beautiful. They were not being romantic in some fancy 5 star restaurant or anything. They were being themselves in the train. It was like, they were really meant for each other. Have you ever questioned yourself, “Are we really meant for each other?” when you’re in a relationship?
It’s a very deep question. You need to fully ask yourself this and see what your heart says. I believe in this thing called Destiny. If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be. If it’s not, then it’s not. Life has to go on.
Indeed, life is like boarding an express train. So many new faces come and go in our lives like passengers that board and descend from the train.
But I just wish, I don’t be alone in that train. I wanna be just like that old couple, sitting in a corner, immersed in themselves, loving each other and not giving a damn about what the world thinks. That’s love. Everyday is a Valentine’s Day 
March 2009
“Bro, on your six o’clock, white skirt” I whispered to Sangkaran and tilted my head to the front.
Sangkaran turns and looks. “Wow… love her legs… But she’s a MILF”
“Who cares man?! She’s got great assets!” I replied and sipped on my carrot juice. “Abd MILFs are knowned to be the easiest to get and the most experienced of the lot” I winked.
But Sangkaran didn’t wink back. Instead he stared at the carrot juice box i was holding.
“Dude, since when you started drinking carrot juice lar?”
“It’s called healthy living.” I replied.
“It’s called healthy living my ass! You don’t know what you’re missing.” He then takes a spoonful of ice cream and shoves it into his mouth.
“Okay, 3 o’clock. Red shirt.” I whispered again and kicked his foot under the table.
“Woooooo, now that’s hot!”
I took out a loaf of wholemeal bread and took a bite of it. Sangkaran, looks at me, disgusted.
“Dude, you’re sick!”
“Why? It’s just wholemeal bread man!” I reply.
“That’s the whole point, it’s bread! You’re eating bread for lunch you bastard!”
“It’s called healt-” i get cut off.
“Healthy living my ass! You’re torturing yourself man! Get yourself some nasi goreng or some shit.”
“Nah man, i have cut down rice from my diet. I think i’m getting fat, so i’m trying to reduce weight.”
Sangkaran stares at me and then mutters, “Whatever…”
An arabian chic with her boyfriend passes by us. Wavy hair, soft fair skin and lovely eyes, she reminded me of Cleopatra. Both of us observed her silently for a few moments.
Sangkaran broke the silence. “You know, i’m starting to like Arabians too”
“I thought you were into Chinese?” I was curious. Sangkaran was always fond of Chinese chics.
“I still am, but no harm in being fond of other races as well. We’re all equal, brotha!” He grins at me.
“Equal indeed” I picked up my carrot juice. “Amen to Midvalley The Gardens!”
Sangkaran lifts his ice cream cup, “Cheers to that”
I’ve been working at Midvalley The Gardens for a full one week. 6 days work, 12 hours a day, the only day off is on a weekday. I’ve been missing those hangouts Bala, Sangku and me used to have.
But yet, i’m not complaining. This work has helped me alot. I’m practicing healthy living (somehow i can hear Sangkaran screaming “Healthy living my ass”), working out, contemplating on silence, talking lesser, thinking and worrying less. Somehow this work has helped me forget a lot of problems i’ve been having.
I come back home dead tired and jump straight into bed right after work. Somehow, i realised, we’re not actually living. We just think we’re living. There’s the real “us” somewhere beyond this realm.
Okay i’m sorry if i’m freaking you guys out. But if you need any Sony products at a discount rate, you know who to look for ;D
Let me introduce you to my colleagues at The Gardens.
My branch manager is Mani (who loves to call himself “Money” instead). A nice dude who also happens to be a walking talking movie dictionary. Ask him about any movie and he will tell you about it in detail (sorry porn is not included).
Ah Siang on the other hand is a chinese guy, who’s a little plump and looks like a mix between a rat and a fly (he has huge spectacles). He can be a little annoying at times and immature, but i’m glad he’s there in our outlet, we have someone to pick on 
Tony (or Thony as he spells his name) is a typical Chinese dude as well who works his ass off. He’s really energetic and i’m amazed with him. He’s always brimming with energy even after 6 (usually after 6 is the time when all of us start showing signs of fatigue).
Jason on the other hand is not that full of energy, looks sleep deprived (who’s not?) and is a very quiet person. But he’s really helpful and helps you out when you don’t know a few things.
Azizi…. i got no comments. I don’t know if that’s how he is or if he was like this since he was born, but he happens to speak very very very softly and looks really out of energy and blur. The funny part is, he’s been working in the company for 8 years and it gets on your nerves when you ask him some questions and all he does is, “Errr… tak tau lar..”
Work starts at 10 am. I mop the floor, and then play Fifa 09 on the Playstation 3, occasionally check my emails (no we can’t go online on MSN..) and when customers come in, we get to our work.Work ends at 10 pm. I try to get the 10.18 train. Reach home by 11.30. Sleep at 12 and it’s a routine life again.
That’s the story of my life. But i’m loving The Gardens!
Dear Piggy
Dear Piggy,
I don’t know about you, but to me, each time you call me, there’s this ringtone that plays and only stops if i answer the phone or if you don’t reach me. It’s a song that i really fell in love with and it reminds me of you. And so, i set it as a ringing tone for you.
It’s a song composed by my favorite composer, AR Rahman. Here it is, i present to you, the full glory of this beautiful song, this beautiful melody befitting to a lovely and beautiful person such as yourself. I present you, Meherbaan:
MEHERBAAN
By AR Rahman
Tu Hai Zabaan, Main Hoon Bayaan
Tu Hai Neha, Main Hoon Haya
Tere Bina Main Hoon Be Zameen,
Tere Bina Main Be Aasma
Tu Hai Nadiyaan, Main Hoon Sangam
Tu Naya Saal, Main Pehla Mausam
Tere Bina Main Hoon Be Zameen,
Tere Bina Main Be Aasma,
Tere Bina Main Hoon Be Zameen,
Tere Bina…..
Meherbaan …..
Tu Hai Sana, Main Hoon Ana
Tu Hahteli, Main Hoon Hena
Aaj Elaan Yeh Kar Denge, Hum Ek Hai Ek Rahenge
Jo Aajaye Koi Toofan , Kabhi Raah Se Hum Nah Hathenge
Is Berangi Duniya Ko, Pyar Se Hum Rang Denge
Wafa Ka Diya Jalayenge, Har Ghar Mein Noor Bahenge
Tu Hai Nazar, Main Nazara
Tu Hai Sagar, Main Kinara
Tu Hai Zabaan, Main Hoon Bayaan
Tu Hai Neha, Main Hoon Haya
Meherbaan
Translation:
You are the language, I am the meaning
You are beauty, I am modesty
Without you I am landless,
Without you I am skyless
You are the rivers, I am the confluence (ocean)
You are the new eve, I am the first season
Without you I am landless,
Without you I am skyless,
Without you I am landless,
Without you…..
Kindness…..
You are eulogy (a tribute), I am grace
You are the palm, I am the mehndi (decoration)
Today we will announce that we are one and will always stay one,
Even if a storm comes, we will never move from the path
We will colour this colourless world with love,
We will light up the lamp of faith, light will flow in every house
You are the vision, I am the sight
You are the sea, I am the shore
You are the language, I am the meaning
You are beauty, I am modesty
***
I hope someday you get the chance to listen to it and see how beautiful it is for yourself. This song is meant for you..
Lots of Love & Warmth,
Teddy :o)
I Want To Fly
Just came back home from Sangku’s place. Was watching movies from 11pm till 7.30 in the morning. It was an awesome movie marathon.
We started off by watching Family Guys Star Wars spoof and then followed by Old School, then an awesome Chinese action flick, Ip Man (awesome movie!! I recommend it to any Kung Fu fan!) Then it was Little Nicky and lastly we ended it by watching School for Scoundrels.
Nearly 80% of the movies were comedies and i really needed that.
Had a huge argument at home last night. The usual stuff, mum complaining i’m not trying hard enough to get a job, dad on the other hand supporting each thing she says.
Heck! Why can’t they try to understand?? My whole life is a fucking routine! I get up at 3pm, go online, go to kakiseni.com and Jobstreet.com and keep applying for jobs but no one is calling me. It could either be my stupid cell fone is not working (but amazingly messages and calls still come in) or it could be them. I don’t know.. I’m just too tired..
And then i go through this emo phase in the later parts of the evening where i sit and wonder what am i supposed to be doing with my life.. I go for dinner around 7 and then sit and watch some cartoons to ease off the pressure and then night comes and again i go online to check my mails and try to ease off the tension. By 3 am i’m tryin to sleep. I sleep in the hall but i can’t sleep because half of the time i think and think and think…
5 am, i still can’t sleep and i go to my room, and try sleeping there.
I get up later at 3pm and the whole fucking process runs over again. It’s a sickening process! I really wanna end this! But it’s just so hard… it’s like the environment itself doesn’t want me to change.. It’s like, i’m meant to be like this.
Parents, instead of being supportive and giving you words of encouragement, they start making you feel like trash just because you’re jobless (they feel i’m not trying hard enough) I am trying hard enough damn it!
And then you come across clowns who make fun of you because you’re jobless. They think they’re real standup comedians by poking and cracking jokes about you. Bunch of faggots..
No one wishes to be jobless. Not especially in times like this. Especially not in a situation like i am. I want to be someone too.. I’m trying hard, but it’s just that i need people to be patient with me. I agree i’m a very slow learner.. Just be patient.
It’s like you’re running through a thick bush filled with thorns and the harder you try to come out of it, the more you get cuts and bruises. The more you hurt yourself. If you stand still, it’s pointless because it won’t get you out.
I just need people to appreciate me the way i am. This is me. This is who i am. Take it or leave it.
Many become judgmental of you. When you do or say something they start judging and making assumptions. And then based on that they stereotype you and make you feel worst when in reality, you had a whole different intention and motive.
It’s hard being me. I hate being me. I hate living. I hate waking up and going through the same shit over and over and over again… It’s like being in a prison.
I want to escape it. But i can’t. The thick chains are binding my legs and hands. I wish to soar and fly but i can’t. My wings have been chopped off.
What will i be in the next 5 years? Haha.. i keep asking myself that and i have lots to say about it. But here’s me being honest; the answer is, i don’t know what i’m going to be in the next 5 years. Now, now, don’t make assumptions and say “Owhh you haven’t given much thought and bla bla bla”
I have given plenty of thought. But i just don’t know what i’ll be in the next 5 years or 10 years or 20 years. I don’t even want to care about the future. I just want to live in the present moment.
I’m a confused and lost soul. I know. Very few people can actually take the time to understand me. Infact, no one will
Have a glorious day.
The Father & Son Session
“Sukhbir! Your dad bought two beer bottles and hid them!” Mum tells me as she dangles two beer bottles infront of me.
I get so pissed that i take both the beer bottles and run as fast as my 6 years old legs can. I run over to my dad and show him the beer bottles.
“Bapa! Do you know drinking is bad! Accidents happen because of drinking! You can use this money to get good things for the family!”
I then start running to the nearest dustbin and dump all the bottles into them.
That year was 1992 and i was 6 years old then.
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Fast forward to the year 2008.
“Sukhbir, you know something? Your dad bought two beer bottles and hid them in the cupboard!” My mum whispers into my ears as i climb the stairs to our house.
I was surprised and shocked! Dad has quit drinking years ago!
“Okay Mie, don’t worry, i’ll see what i can do about it. Chill” as i finish saying that, i walk into the hall. My dad opens the grill and lets me in.
“So pa, where are the beer bottles you hid?” i look at my dad and then at my mum. My mum gives me a soft nod, as though she approved whatever i asked my dad.
“Err… wat bottles?”
“Beer bottles”
“I don’t know of any beer bottles. By the way there’s a good Diwali movie playing on the TV”
“Where are the beer bottles, Pa?” i ignore my dad’s change of topic.
“In the kitchen cupboard” my mum blurts out. Both my father and i stare at my mum for a moment.
I broke the silence.
“So, where were thery again?”
“Kitchen cupboard” my dad starts walking to the kitchen. As he walks he continues, “It’s Diwali, once in a year, so i thought why not? Besides it’s not like i drink everyday… Just this once. It’s been a long time also…”
He opens the cupboard, removes the glass cups and saucers aside and there, glimmering in the dark were two beer bottles, tucked nicely into the corner. Carlsberg and Guinness Stout. Very smart place to hide beer bottles…
I took the beer bottles out.
My dad looks at me and says, “So what are you gonna do with them?”
I look at my dad and then at my mum and then back at my dad. “Let’s have a father and son drinking session!”
My father almost stumbled back. My mum stood there without twitching a muscle. I stood there with the two beer bottles in my hands, smiling.
“Come on pa, i’m 22!”
“You serious?”
“Why? I don’t look serious to you?” i said smilingly.
“I didn’t expect that coming from you..”
“Drinking session?? Father and son?? Now you’re going to teach our son how to drink?? For your info i won’t -” i cut off my mum.
“Ma, i’ve tried vodka and whiskey before. Two beer bottles won’t harm me. I’m a man, Ma! A MAN!” I show her my hand muscles.
Mum starts mumbling something in punjabi. Something about a man and how they should behave and how sons should behave and bla bla bla..
Dad took out two glasses. I popped the bottles open. Dad poured them into the glasses.
Mum stood watching horrified.
“This is a sin!” she tells us.
“Ma, it’s a sin if you drink TOO much. Not a sin if you drink little. Studies have proven that a little bit of beer is good. Besides, they’re made out of grapes”
I was about to explain to mum the process of making beer when dad interjected and said, “Malt. Not grapes. Malt”
“Yeah that one. A little won’t harm Ma.”
“You want to try some?” my dad asked my mum.
“You mad?? People who get drunk on beer start talking a lot of nonsense”
“And you’re not even drunk and you’ve been talking nonsense since the day i married you”
“Okay enough! I wanna drink! Ma, father and son session here. If you want to join us, you grab a seat and sit. If not, go watch Kasamh Se or some Ullu Ka Phatta drama.”
My mum stands there in silence.
“I will try! I want to see what’s so good about it.”
Both dad and me took our first sips. Mum took her’s too and her immediate reaction was, “Ewwwwwwekkk!!!! How can you drink these??? It tastes just like coffee!!”
“See, this is way better than coffee. In fact healthier. Coffee has Nicotine, the same thing they use on cigarettes, but this one doesn’t have Nicotine. Just a teeny weeny bit of alcohol” i start explaining to my mum.
“Add some ice. It will taste less bitter.” my dad suggests to my mum.
“Or add 7 Up or 100 plus” i suggest to my mum.
My mum puts the glass down and then says, “I’m living with two dungus in the house!”
I look at my dad, my dad looks at me.
“Happy Diwali, Pa”
“Happy Diwali”
“Cheers!” and we both drank to that.
Ways To Release Tension
Here are just some of the ways that i can think of right now, ways of which how Bala, Sangkaran and me release our built in stress and anger on some people in our lives.
***Note*** Most of the experiments were conducted mainly by Bala and me as Sangkaran is a bit of a pessimist.
The Way 1
Go to a cyber cafe. Play counter strike for 2 hours straight (or you can hit to 6 hours or 8 hours depending if you have the time, energy and money) Change every bots name to the name of the person you hate or want to release your built in frust and anger to (for example, change the bots name to Roger or Robert, or Muthusamy etc)
Change your built in counter strike name too. (I changed mine to Anti [INSERT ENEMY NAME HERE])
And fucking start firing those mother fucking bullets and grenades comrade!! Hallelujah!!
The Way 2
You can talk about the problem……errr.. doesnt really work but yeah it just might. This method is quite risky because you may end up getting more tensed.
The Way 3
Go to a restaurant where your enemy is sitting, sit on the opposite table (or the same table) and talk loudly and everything you say, has to do or be something about him.
The key here is sarcasm.
The Way 4
You can always punch him. And then say “Hahah i was just kidding! Was that painful?”
The Way 5
Sarcasm all the way babey!!! Idiots don’t deserve to be treated properly.
The Way 6
Talk rudely on the phone to him (only do this if he used to talk rudely to you)
The Way 7
Don’t answer his phone calls or his messages. Who the fuck cares about this dude??
The Way 8
When he’s being an emo freak and messages you and says, “Hey… i feel like commiting suicide” Reply him back and say, “Please do. The world will be a better place. Trust me. Love, [INSERT YOUR NAME HERE]”
The Way 9
When he comes to your house, don’t offer him any seat.
The Way 10
Who the fuck cares about [INSERT ENEMY NAME HERE]????
The Way 11
This one we haven’t tried it yet, Bala has advised me not to, but i really do want to try it. When he’s asleep, place a small table over his head, take a blow horn and blow it.
Watch the fun as it happens. Divine
The Way 12
We haven’t tried this….yet: Cut his hair. Or burn his hair. Or shave him bald. Or just fucking do something with his god forsaken fucking long hair. He thinks he looks fucking good in it… you suck dude.
The Way 13
Take him to one of those trips to Penang or Malacca and sneak out in the night with his money and wallet. Let’s see how you get back to KL 
The Way 14
Or, you can always blog about him. It really eases your hatred and tension to some people.
I do not know why, but some people, just have this thing in them where they just have to back bite about you to people after all the stuffs you’ve done. But i don’t care.. i don’t know you that well too anyways.. And don’t wanna know you.
**Phew!** That felt good
In Spirit
Wish i was there,
To hold your shoulders,
Bring my forehead close to yours,
Feel your pain,
Set you free.
But all i can do,
Is think and pray,
I feel weak,
For not being there.
But i want you to be strong,
Because one day,
Time will come when i too won’t be there,
How strong will you be?
I’m like a star,
Watching you from far,
Yet i know how you’re feeling,
And yet i shine brightly.
I just want you to be brave,
To be strong,
Even when i’m not here,
I’m with you in spirit.
I’m like a shadow,
I go with you,
Wherever you are,
Making sure you’re safe.
I’m like the winds,
That blow,
You can feel me,
But you can’t see me.
Like the moon,
Giving light to you,
From afar,
Yet you feel secure.
I’m always with you in spirit,
Because you are me,
And i am you.
Love,
Teddy :o)
PS: I will be constantly keeping an eye on you, always, making sure you’re safe and sound
My Wish
I’m trying to write a post. Lots of things in my mind right now… but i just can’t type. I do not know what to type. I just wish i strong enough to make people around me feel calm and comfortable, to be able to make them feel better when in times of trouble.
I dunno how good i am in that… but i try my level best to be there when someone needs me during their times of need.
Today, i’m not gonna pray for world peace or anything. I’m gonna pray for myself, to be strong, to be able to be there when someone is down and depressed. To be able to make people happy when they loose someone they love.
I just dunno wat to say to people when they loose their loved ones. Words cant seem to come out. All i can ever think of is, “Be strong, be brave, etc” No other words come into my mind but that. I wish i can be there physically to make people feel better. But i’m just not good with words.
But i will be there if anyone needs any help at all if they’re depressed or sad.. or down. I want to be that person who lifts them up and make them walk again.
This is my wish for tonite.
THE DAY WHEN IT RAINED: CHAPTER 5
***NOTE: Sorry for the delay in creating this final chapter. Was busy and also was not really in the mood to write a proper end to this story. But finally, here it is! Hope you guys love the end. And Bala, i tweaked the end a little bit
Love,
Sukhbir
Continued from Chapter 4: The Red Chevrolet
(June 28th 2008)
~It Rained Again~
It rained again a year later, in the same city. People were again scurrying back to their cozy homes. Hot chocolate drinks were in their minds to keep them warm from the cold dreaded rain.
It rained like never before. First it started with tiny little drops, then it was as though the whole of heaven was heavy laden with water and decided to spill it onto the world.
Maria walked on. Slowly and carefully. Her walking stick hitting the pavement as she slowly ambled towards the traffic light which was just a few meters away. She couldn’t recognize herself anymore. She forgot how she looked like. Sje forgot how the world looked like…
Colors were replaced by darkness.
She slowly made her way towards the traffic light. She stopped, listening to the sound of the traffic. She could feel the vehicles whiz by her.
People walked past her. Some bumped their shoulders onto hers as they were in a hurry. No one bothered to see if she was alright. No one cared.
Maria stood there. Her mouth open. She muttered something. The muttering grew louder as the rain pelted her even harder.
“Hi… hi can anyone help me cross the street? I just want to get over to the other side… someone.. please”
No sound.
“Anyone.. please…sir…maam..?”
No one came to her rescue.
She decided to take matters into her own hand. She decided to cross the road herself. She placed her right food on the road, thought for a moment and pulled it back. It was too risky. She couldnt do it.
Disappointed, she knelled down on the pavement. She was wet from head to toe. Her black hat was the only thing that was keeping her head dry. But that too was terribly wet..
She sat on the pavement hugging her walking stick. She wished she was not blind. She wished she could see when to cross the road. She wished things didn’t go this way..
How could he do this to me? She asked herself. He loved me! How could he make me blind?? Why?? WHY??
Moments passed. The rain got heavier. People’s footsteps grew fainter. No one seemed to be passing there anymore.
Maria sat. Wet. Drenched with rain but she sat and held on to the walking stick.
Darkness was nothing to her now. It was like falling in a never ending dark tunnel. The only problem is you will never know when you will see the light at the end of the tunnel because you’re blind.
She felt something move on her head. Thinking it was a bird, she slapped her hat.
But it was not a bird. It was a hand. A wet hand. Wet with rain.
“Trying to cross the road too?”
It was a sound familiar to her. She heard this somewhere.
“You’re the blind guy..” Maria replied.
“Yeah.. still am” he replied.
There was a moment of silence. All she could hear was the rain pelting the pavement.
“Wanna cross the road together?” the blind man suggested.
“But I can’t see..”
The blind man laughed.
There was silence again. The blind man’s hand was still on her head. She held on to his hand.
“Let’s go for a drink till this rain stops shall we?” the blind man replied.
Maria smiled. Light at the end of the tunnel had finally arrived. The blind man held on to Maria’s hand and both, hitting their walking sticks on the pavements, made their way to a coffee shop.
And that day, it rained.
Conversations with the Devil
Devil: Ladies & gentlemen! Presenting you, tonight’s guest for my show, please put your hands together for Suuuuukkkhbiirrrrrr!!!!
Sukhbir walks on to the platform, shakes hands with the Devil and sits on the sofa.
Devil: So, tell me Sukhbir, what’s UP?
Sukhbir: Owhh nothing much.
Devil: Guessed as much. Do you have any interesting stories to share with us?
Sukhbir: Ermm.. i bought myself a Nintendo DS!
Devil: …. you call THAT interesting?
Sukhbir: You said interesting, so i found that interesting!
Devil: Yeah whatever… so i heard you’re jobless now. Looking for any job?
Sukhbir: Yes i am.. but no success yet.
Devil: But you did get some offers right?
Sukhbir: I did, but i’m looking more to what i did. Broadcasting or something to do with Graphic Designing.
Devil: Pity pity… I feel your pain buddy. Really i do. But you know, you can earn easy cash actually..
Sukhbir: How?
Devil: Rob, steal and rob.
Sukhbir: Nahh man.. no way i’m doing that.
Devil: Owh come one, it’s not like the world gives a shit about you. I mean, tell me one person besides your family that cares if you’re jobless or not?
Sukhbir: Bala… sangkaran…. Se (gets cut off)
Devil: Besides them.. anyone else?
Sukhbir: Aunty Kala… Aunty Nalini.. Aunty (gets cut off)
Devil: Besides the Sai centre people! Besides them! The normal everyday people you see on the streest! Do you think they care if you’re jobless??
Sukhbir: Errr… i’m not sure.. Yes.. No… i dunno.. You tell me.
Devil: They don’t. They don’t care if you’re jobless or not. You wanna know why?
Sukhbir: Err why?
Devil: Cuz to them, you’re a nobody. You mean nothing to them. It’s them you should steal and rob from!
Sukhbir: No man. That’s a sin. It’s not good to do that.. i mean.. thats not how my parents want me (gets cut off)
Devil: Parents! There you go, parents! Parents are your first priority am i right??
Sukhbir: Yes, they are.
Devil: You will do anything for them am i right?
Sukhbir: Hmm yes i will.
Devil: Robbing for your parents and family is not a sin buddy.
Sukhbir: Who says?
Devil: I say!
Sukhbir: Proove it.
Devil: Dude, i just prooved it. Stop being a smart allec with me alright? Now tell me, you want some easy fast cash so that all the bills can be settled?? So that mum can buy those good healthy expensive food? So that you can get new clothes for your family? Heck! Diwali is just around the corner dude!
Sukhbir: I dunno man…. i don’t think it’s good robbing off innocent people..
Devil: Hey c’mon… it’s just take, and run. That’s all. You don’t need to hurt them. Just snatch, and run. That’s it. That simple.
Sukhbir: I still don’t find it right..
Devil: So you prefer seeing your parents suffering eh?
Sukhbir: No i dont…
Devil: Prefer seeing them starving to death…
Sukhbir: No!
Devil: Prefer seeing your brother wear that same shirt every two days am i right?
Sukhbir: No!
Devil: Then do something about it! I’m showing you the way! I’m the way, do it!
Sukhbir: But robbing and stealing is not a good thing to do…
Devil: There is no such thing as good and bad. It’s all in the mind. To a soldier, killing is good because you’re protecting people for the sake of the country. To a priest, killing is wrong because they believe people should die naturally and not forced to die. There is no good and there is no bad. It’s all in the mind, Sukhbir.
Sukhbir: I…
Devil: Look at some people, they steal and rob and look where they are! Their family is happy! They buy new clothes! Buy new things, everyone is happy. Everyone is smiling.. i bet you want to see your family smile, don’t you?
Sukhbir: I…
Devil: A filial son is a son who will do anything to make their family happy. To put a smile on their parent’s faces. I’m sure you want to see your family happy, am i right?
Sukhbir: My parents will never be happy if they find out that i’m stealing off from innocent people to make them happy..
Devil: *laughs* You silly Bastard! I’m not telling you to steal from everyone you meet! I’m telling you to steal from well known rich people! Filthy rich people!
Sukhbir: But why them??
Devil: Because, they’ve got so much money that even if you steal some they won’t notice it at all!
Sukhbir: Stealing is still stealing, Lucy.
Devil: It’s Lucifer and not Lucy damn it!
Sukhbir: Lucy or Lucifer, there is no such thing as Lucy or Lucifer…
Devil: What are you trying to proove?
Sukhbir: Like you said, if there’s no good, then there’s no bad too! So technically, you don’t exist.
Devil: What???
Sukhbir: Yes. You don’t exist.
Devil: Don;t change the topic smarty pants! Are you gonna make your family happy or not??
Sukhbir: I rather let them die hungry than let them eat food from all the dirty work i do. To me, stealing from someone and feeding my family with that money is equal to giving shit to my family to eat.
Devil: *laughs* Let me guess, this is another one of your “I’m a Righteous person and i only do good things no matter what etc etc crap” am i right?
Sukhbir: Nope. This is me. The real me.
Devil: Ever wonder why i’m always smiling and laughing, Sukhbir?
Sukhbir: Because you make others unhappy around you thats why..
Devil: No. Wrong! Because i care about myself! I come first among everything! Me! My feelings, my pride, me! Me! Me! Nothing comes first but me! But look at you! You’re always depressed. Always angry, always sad. Always hurt. Ever wondered why?? Because you always put people and everyone else before you! Thta’s the biggest mistake a human can make!
Sukhbir: Well, in my book, you’re coming last amongst everything else in the world.
Devil: What did you just say??
Sukhbir: You heard me right Lucifer. You don’t exist. You’re just my egoistic subconcious.. You were created out of depression and anger. I wanted to be accepted, i wanted thigns my way, but things didnt work out, and that’s how you were born. You’re nothing but my negative side.
Devil: Bla bla bla bla bla *laughs* You suck Sukhbir! You’ve got a window of opportunity right here and you’re wasting it!
Sukhbir: I’m sorry, but i’m gonna continue with my life and find a better job. Stop making me feel depressed and angry.
Devil: You know, your parents should have named you Suckbir instead of Sukhbir because you SUCK!
Sukhbir: Yeah yeah. I’m out.
Devil: Wai! I haven’t finished talking yet! Waiiitttt!!…
***Sukhbir opens the tap water, rinses his face, looks at the mirror for one last time, smiles and closes the door of the mirror. This is what happens when you worry and stare at yourself too much in the mirror. ***
*** PLEASE DO NOT THINK THAT I’M GOING NUTS AFTER READING MY BLOG. I’M JUST BORED AND I HAD NOTHING TO DO SO I DECIDED TO WRITE THIS POST. I’M STILL SANE, THANK YOU. ***
