Random Diaries

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”.