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We are attached to brothers and sisters

I couldn’t stop watching his face talk upside down on the glass table. The waiter had sprayed Colin and had shined the glass table. I could spot every detail of my friend’s face reflect on it, and had no attention left towards his career talks. The only thing I kept doing was, “Phuck”- the sound you make with your tongue kissing the upper jaw, to signify regret or discomfort. And again “Phuck”.

I am almost there, in making the greatest discovery of all times, the greatest invention ever made- revealing to all the hidden face of mankind- the face that showed up, and stayed along in what so ever. The face that lives buried under facial hair, under thick beard and even behind folded handkerchiefs and scarves at times. It still remains, and will continue to, from birth till death.

It’s called as ‘reversofaciodisorder’, the word I just coined. Its name can be worked out later by experts, but for the time being it’s just fine. You can even call it as foetus, or conjoined shit. But the point is everybody has one. It’s the less- than- half face we carry under our nose. It shares the same mouth and our chin is its nose. It hangs upside down from below nose to the chin. Ever seen your brother or sister hang in there? Go check it out in the mirror, or watch someone from a tilted angle. It surely would seem like one hell of a shocker (funny too).

When I saw this little freak on my friend’s face, I got zapped. I dint know, if I should tell him then. Was worried it could lose importance with a wrong timing. But I so wanted to inform him that, dude it’s not just us both in here, there’s someone else too. But I only said, “Phuck”.

So, what could be the reason behind this half thing, let’s call it ‘The Weird Half’. If you observe, it only has a fully formed mouth with intact lips and teeth, its nose is flattened and deformed (its nose means the reverse of our chin) and there is no face over it.

If you need help-

Maybe it could have been the way we were supposed to look, but god got a better design and so twisted, turned and molded it. But now that its half done up, you could as well try making it complete. Hang a pair of plastic eyes and forehead below your chin, click photos and see how it looks. Or just paint a moustache below your lower lip and give it a new look. Do whatever.

So, from now on you see a dead foetus, or a foetus face, no need to go, “Yuck” or “Awee”, simply remember you have someone hanging in there as well. Also the next time you say, “Just leave me alone”. You won’t be.

For now it’s simply, “Phuck”.

Random Diaries

Thank God for what? It’s a Sunday!

I have never enjoyed a Sunday morning. There is nothing that interests me and neither do I expect. The usual things that add to my hate list - sleep disturbance caused by emergency bladder release, The Mummy switching off the fan, and global warming heating up the room through open window. In spite of these I am pasted to my bed, trying to recall my unfinished dream, which is supposed to be that interesting bit we wait for, the climax, the part you could modify and then imagine. But unfortunately I don’t remember. And neither can we bookmark.

Just another irritation on a Sunday morning. Many a times, I get the Monday morning blues from Sundays itself. Just like how I get my Sunday deep sleep on Mondays.

Sunday facts- Today, Google celebrates the 40^th anniversary of Sesame Street- a well known TV show that had lots of entertainment and education for children. It used to come on TV every Sunday morning and was a super hit among kids and adults seeking change,

Very similar to our ‘Vikram aur Betaal’ and the “Jungle Book’ series with decades of public love attached. I can still connect to the joy of watching these shows and remember clapping my tiny hands whenever I saw Betaal fly off his back.

Speaking of which, we know that it’s very much human to move on and to get bored pretty soon. That’s why we have evolution, to escape getting bored of the same old stuff. Like how we get sick of old video game cartridges and G-I-Joes, we got bored of these TV shows as well. We then had new games, new hobbies, new channels, new friends and so on, so we waved a goodbye to these shows.

In that case why don’t we get over Sundays as well? It’s been centuries since we had a change. Why not have a new day now. Add one more day to the week that can assist Sundays and fulfill the cause of weekly offs. An eight day week sounds nice. A new day called Funday, which is the second half of a Sunday, so that we get extra hours to while away on weekends. And then no Mommy will ever off the fan and no dreams will ever shut shop. Also this would help against global warming and reduce pollution by a day.

The icing on the cake is. The government can get rich, so can I. The patents will be mine. So whatever the state earns in the second half, I’ll get my share. And henceforth I’ll never hate a Sunday again. Lest alone Mondays.