What's a blog without lame prose???

A good blog. Anyway,

[Not for the faint of the heart, or brain]

Scene 1:

A girl, 8 years old, playing in the park. She is alone. Her best friend and neighbour, Sally has gone out of town for two days. Who is, in fact, her only friend. She misses her. She gets bored with the swings easily, no one to play with. She looks around for some signs of recognition. It is nevertheless the same park she plays in every evening. But oddly, it seems alien to her. Without Sally it is not the same park anymore. Traces of fear and nausea develop.
Just then, a man, an old man, appears in the park. He looks at the lonely girl. A glance tells him all he needs to know. The girl looks at him. They do not know each other. But the eye-contact overcomes that barrier in a millisecond. The girl knows that the man is not very different from her. She is not alone anymore. She smiles. The man goes up to her and holds his hand out. The girl gladly takes it. The man smiles. A faint smile of satisfaction. The same smile that's going to visit him hours later, when he throws the body of the girl down the cliff, raped and murdered.


Scene 2:

Joey is happy. Days of pleading and sucking up and his parents finally gave in. He is getting a goldfish. Yes, a real goldfish. That's all he's wanted for years. Why of course, Ted has one, even Sarah used to have it. But he knows one thing. That this is the only gift he is going to get for a long time to come. His dad do not earn as much as Ted's or Sarah's. But he needs it so badly. He must have it. Now, outside the pet shop, in his hands, his own goldfish, his new best friend. He decides to call it Ed. He tells his dad, with a proud smile. That's all the man needs to justify this extravaganza - his son's satisfaction. He calls a cab to take them home, not knowing that this is the car that's going to fall off the main city bridge 12 minutes later, killing both passengers and the driver.


Moral of the stories: Anjul does not know how to write.

For all those who somehow intend to visit this blog in future, in hopes of some sanity or proper insanity, or even for the sake of pity, you might want to change your mind, because I might start doing poetry, taken literally.

(get the joke?)


BTW check this link out. It is the official source for the phrase: "All your base are belong to us", quite common in the geek lingo, originating from an old english translation of a japanese cult game. A bad english translation. Whatever.