A_rhythm_etic: ding3

1: Hey, I want you to come with me to the orphanage today.
2: Why?
1: These are kids who have lost everything very early in their life.I want them to see you and get inspired.I want them to feel confident about themselves again.
2: Wow, of course I will come then.You want me to prepare something to speak to them about?
1: Er, no...just showing up is enough. I want them to see how worse they could have been and how better off they actually are..!!!
2: What the...!

A_rhythm_etic: ding2

2: I heard dad and mum talking about your marriage yesterday.
1: You did? What were they saying?
2: That its hopeless to wait for you to find a girl on your own.
1: eh?
2: They were hoping they wouldn't have to spend money on your marriage.They were hoping you would elope and spare them the trouble.
1: What money? Am the groom. We boy's families have it easy. Boys never have to pay money to get married.
2: Not when they are as ugly as you.
1: What the...!

A_rhythm_etic: ding1

1: My manager told me i was the tiger in our project.
2: fearless?
1: noo...
2: elegant?
1: no..
2: aggressive?
1: no.
2: strong and reliable?
1: heck no...
2: then what?

1: Nowhere to be seen!!! : )

A_rhythm_etic

Hey just thought i would start writing a strip...its an idea i had been toying with for some time now..I recently got inspired by someone in Infyblogs and thats when i decided to go ahead with it.

characters:
1 and 2...they are brothers...not the karan arjun or ram-lakhan kind...they practically hate each other..but still need each other to humiliate, hurt and treat like dirt... : )

The color of red

My mind is a swarm of bees
Buzzing with evil I create
A thousand emotions and feels
Full of anger, wrath and hate.

I seek a way out
To release this demon
becoming more distraught
in my bid to get freedom.

I shake my fist at each new sun
Each time rocked by new rage
Never really having reason
My devil inside, coming of age.

Eyes closed, the world a blur,
I see shades of red,
Drowning in crimson color,
entering the world I dread.

I lash out at loved ones
Make them hurt, and cry
Obeying subterranean summons
I neither know nor understand why.

I trod down dark steps
Messed up, acting as evil
I reach cruel depths
Blunder through free will

Am drowning in my anger
Lacking will to live
I cringe at happiness or
Distort it as I believe.


Forsaken, in my belief,
Forsaken, that is my only relief.

MIRROR ON THE WALL

Staring into the image

Of myself in my reflection

I search for change

To explain my affliction

It bares me as I am

It reveals who I am

Or does it again?

Am I being misled again?

For the left is right

So, is whatever right right?

A mirror does that

Where is the truth at?

I have come a long way

Spent a lot of time whiling away

Searched for reasons and rhymes

Yearning for more good times

The mirror does not know

The mirror only sees

Its purpose is to show

A smile, a pain or a crease

So do I explain why I am?

Or do I hope that the mirror will know,

Understand and accept me as I am

Even with the scars I show

Nothing is for certain

Am adrift alone

I could try to pretend

Just to not be forlorn

But the mirror

It’s still there

In my face

Making plain my disgrace

In the end I choose

To turn and look away

Stop being the muse

There’s no difference anyway

Mirrors show but that’s all

True people lie beneath

To let the facade fall

Needs a courage rare and deep

So take down the mirror

Go on, feel the true you

Satisfy yourself and no other

what matters is only YOU...

Heaven and Hell

This story will be familiar to those who have read Paulo Coelho's "The Devil and Miss Prym"....anyway for those who haven't..read on...


Once upon a time, a man, his horse and his dog were travelling along a road. As they passed by a huge tree, it was struck by lightning, and they all died. But the man failed to notice that he was no longer of this world and so he continued walking along with his two animal companions.
It was a long, uphill walk, the sun was beating down on them and they were all sweating and thirsty. At a bend in the road they saw a magnificent marble gateway that led into a gold-paved square, in the centre of which was a fountain over-flowing with crystal-clear water. The man went over to the guard at the entrance.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning,” the guard replied.
“What is this lovely place?”
“It’s Heaven.”
“Well, I’m very glad to see it, because we’re very thirsty.”
“You’re welcome to come in and drink all the water you want.” And the guard indicated the fountain.
“My horse and dog are also thirsty.”
“I’m terribly sorry,” said the guard,” but animals are not allowed in here.”
The man was deeply disappointed for he really was very thirsty, but he was not prepared to drink alone, so he thanked the guard and went on his way. Exhausted after more trudging uphill, they reached an old gateway that opened on to a dirt road flanked by trees. A man, his hat pulled down over his face, was stretched out in the shade of one the trees, apparently asleep.
“Good morning,” said the traveler.
The other man greeted him with a nod.
“We’re very thirsty – me, my horse and my dog.”
“There’s a spring over there amongst those rocks,” said the man indicating the spot. “You can drink all you want.”
The man, his horse and his dog went to the spring and quenched their thirst.
The traveler returned to thank the man.
“Come back whenever you want,” he was told.
“By the way, what’s this place called?”
“Heaven.”
“Heaven? But the guard at the marble gateway told me that was Heaven!”
“That’s not Heaven, that’s Hell.”
The traveler was puzzled.
“You shouldn’t let others take your name in vain, you know! False information can lead to all kinds of confusion!”

“On the contrary, they do us a great favour, because the ones who stay there are those who have proved themselves capable of abandoning their dearest friends.”