Prayer without the heart Sunday, August 3, 2008
Posted by bornfool in Thoughts.Tags: Culture, Humor, Love, Prayer, Religion, School
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I am standing in the assembly line. Line, I always hate. It was 7:30 in the morning, when drum starts beating and we, students, have to stand under the presence of hot sun in the big school ground where our Hand-Ball team practices everyday. I was fifth from the start in the line and twenty-second from the end in my class. So how many students are there in my class?
Sound of drum was echoing in the mind as fast as our Head Boy was moving his hands. The scene couldn’t have been worse, as boys and girls were standing in separate lines. But I could see a girl, whom secretly I like. Her hair shines in my eyes. I didn’t want to miss a single glimpse of her. But when it was ordered to shut your eyes and start the prayer, my heart was never into prayer. I didn’t remember who God is? Why am Standing here?
Then I, secretly, opened my right eye to see her glimpse, but all I could find was our P.T. teacher in front of me. Before I could close my eye again, I felt a strong vibration on my left cheek. Yes, teacher’s hand was heavy.
I got punishment for opening the eye, but not for forgetting my religion. Not for the prayer without the heart.
I am married but she is not. Friday, August 1, 2008
Posted by bornfool in Thoughts.Tags: Culture, Divorce, Humor, Love, Marriage
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Who is she? Well she is my wife. Are you crazy? Yes I am. haah
She is a human who thinks i am attached towards her, but i am also a man who feels nothing is that sort in my mind. I don’t listen to her. I don’t know what she is doing at the moment. May be she is sleeping, but what the hell.
For how long long long do i know her? Does she know anything about me? Then Who am I. May be she is married but I am not! Luckily I don’t wear any ring, because I lost it in the bathroom sink. Yes while I was singing, De ra ra ra, it fell into sink. I didn’t try to find it again. Oh yeah
Hey baby now I am alone, like I was always, but still in no mood to marry. I am happy, if I just pretend. I cry, while they think I pretend.
Marriage has its different meanings, which I didn’t ponder while writing it. But it was amusing to see the way, one ties the knot on one day, then on other day, they pretend to be unknown.
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