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Life Is Not A Bed Of Roses
Zisel`, 3 июля 2018 г., 10:29
Life, for most of us is not a bed of roses. Heck I am not hoping for roses, but I could do better than thorns. I am no Jesus to bear a crown of thorns and pray to God to forgive those who do this unto me. I am just a normal girl who expects things to be well… normal.

The problem with life is just when you think there is no hope left and you are ready to jump off that bridge and cross off that to-do list forever, your ever-hopeful friend fills your morale boosting tales right from ‘Chicken Soup for the Soul’ to his personal life. You are confused again. After all the confusion, here I am with a firm decision, even though it’s to jump off a bridge. The messiah had to appear now. Full of promises of a bright life beyond the miseries of the present. To remind you that God always tests the right people.

There are some who say the difficulties faced now are a result of past life’s karma. I really don’t understand the logic. If I was really a bad person in my previous birth, why not punish me then so that I may learn a lesson or two. But hey! That wouldn’t be interesting at all. Let’s wait till bugger kicks the bucket and bring him back as a good guy. Now let us screw him!

Brimming with hope... ok... just a little bit of it I reschedule my jumping-off-the-bridge to another day. I try to attract the ‘positive’ vibrations all around me, scanning my surroundings like a hawk. The drunken stupor in bars does not qualify as my friend ‘gently’ reminds me. It is supposed to be present in people with hearts overflowing with love. Kids? Whenever I walk into a park, all those little brats are emptying their lungs screaming like there was no tomorrow. Did they just realize how life was going to be when they grow up?

That leaves me with just the temples. There is no shortage of them. There is e in every street. God said He is in all places but I guess some people took that literally and set out to fulfill His wish. I pick e and decide to sit in a corner to calm my buoyant mind. The temple is soon torpedoed by a barrage of large woman clad in silk saris and covered in gold. I wo ndered if they planned to gatecrash a wedding and dropped in here by mistake. It was an auspicious day it seems and they were here to offer their devotion and also to show God that they were infact doing well. What followed was a continuous stream of chanting, chiming bells and singing bhajans in different combinations. Well nobody is getting any peace. If I were God, I would run away before the women break all the windows with their high pitched notes.

I wanted to run away too, but then decided to brave it out. You know they always say that a greater pain always diminishes the e you are facing now. So bring it . After a while, all the sounds around didn’t bother me at all. It was like watching a TV  mute. You see all the actors mouthing their dialogues but it doesn’t matter to you because you just don’t care! Maybe this was the secret of life after all. When life keeps throwing crap your way, you don’t have to pull the plug, instead you can just mute the jarheads pissing you and you might actually have some fun seeing them babbling  for hours. I now walked past the brigand of noisy kids in the park minus the noise.

Here I am back to square e, waiting for a new dawn, a new beginning and the hope that 
tomorrow will be better than today. This is what keeps the world going and I tuck in my to-do list deep back in my pocket. Maybe another day? Maybe never?

- Humirah
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