Montezuma's Revenge
Monday, February 26, 2007" Disclaimer : this post will make no sense whatsoever, for the 2-3 people who actually bother to read these stuff, not that any of my posts ever made any sense even to me!!! I have something due tomorrow and am suffering a writer's block due to no good reason.. i am just writing here to break that !!!"
do ordinary people have ordinary stories? if so do those stories have an end to them?? i mean one day they wake up and its nothing but a blank page... end of the book, no not death.. because nobody knows what is death like.. nobody have been through it that is able to tell us about it...
and Isn't death just the beginning?
i am talking about their stories, their lives... the twists, the turns, the plots, the scenes, time, space... is there an end to them? will they find happiness at the end or some sort of resolution??
I mean where they ordinary people ordinary from the day one, or just like rest of us they went through life, made mistakes, got hurt, hurt other people along the way, felt guilty, gave up, fought, got up and put their pieces back together or at least tried and moved on with their lives??
Do ordinary stories have plot line? structure? chapters? are they interesting, boring, brilliant, or....
Are ordinary people happy? optimistic, do they dance?
Do they over deramatize life? do they watch chick flick? does it even matter??
Do they get their answers? do they go through life trying to figure things out?
do they run away from reality? do they day dream?
Do they become jaded after horrible experiences? do they lie, cheat or back stab? do they leave in suburbs and drive minivans?
who are they? are they Happy? do they have lunch with their families at least once a week? do they come from dysfunctional families?
Do they write? i know the answer to this one .. NO, writing is a disease, ordinary people do not have diseases like this, they have health insurance, well the ones who can afford it..
they used preventive measures, they care about themselves.. they don't catch diseases.. even if they do they find a cure for it..
no Ordinary people are not pathological writers..
Do they party hardy? do they enjoy it? do they drink Sake ? is it Wine or Beer or whiskey for them? do they do shots of Vodka or tequila? how many?
Do they take chances? do they trust other people??
M told me one day he has become an ordinary person,.. he gave up on Chaos theory and that tension theory thing and got married,.. i like his wife, she is nice... he said she is ordinary and makes him want to be normal... he said i need to become normal too.. i like them.. i like to be ordinary too.. they are boring in a good way, they are happy relatively speaking.. he said he is worried about finding a job after graduation, she has already found a job...
He said i should stop over analyzing,.,. i should become less liberal, i should become someone like others.. she didn't drink, he was a beer guy. He didn't dance, she liked hip hop music... they didn't have much money... we all hated the automatic toilets and flushes..
He said i remind him of his sister; she figured it one day,,, he said i need to hurry up and figure things out soon,,, he said i am smart enough to do so..
he became normal and we gave up on our long discussions about nothing... none of us miss them..
Did his story come to and end... was he on the last page? the page that has like 3 sentences, the 3 sentences that i could never help but read without finishing the book...
How about me? Is there an end to my story?
am i reading it now? the end..
she grew old and happy in suburbs one way or the other... she gave up on freaks and weirdos and enjoyed being normal ... she was even able to tend to her plants nothing like her mother but she was able not to kill them... she forgave a lot of people including herself and found peace somewhere along the way even though she was from middle east..
she stopped being sarcastic all the time, and never ever took cheap shot at others, she started respecting people and their feelings... She was even able to spend a whole day with her younger sister and didn't even bother to remind her that she needs to learn how to take care of her finances, and calling her irresponsible...
She spent the whole night with her friends in the Mexican restaurant without looking out the window trying to find a way out or staring at the empty seat in front of her, she even wouldn't hope for that seat to be filled again,,, she no longer wanted something that wasn't there at the first place..
She never ever uttered the words :" You will never ever have me.." Cause she finally had herself
And one fall she found enough reason to go back to her city and walk in the streets with her best friend, go to the bookstore and then the pastry shop...
She accepted that she couldn't stop the time and the six of them could never be together the way they used to be... she gave up on her fear of commitment because she might one day lose it all...
That was how she was , she liked to read the ending before she finished the book.. she wanted to know how it ends before she even knew what happens in the middle...
So how does it work? do we all become ordinary somewhere done the line...
or ....
I mean that's it? i know its more than three sentences.. but it ain't that long...
Labels: ordinary stories, scooters
