And so it was an engagement ceremony
where everyone had to smile or laugh or act phoney in their chosen ways.
And so much phoniness became
quite heavy after some time.
Food was the only good thing.
And so he ate a little and to add
to the burgeoning phoniness, he thought about the road.
This is the road.
A lot of sweat flows in some dark
corner.
Planned or by mistake two chromosomes
agree to coagulate and the mixture grows for approximately nine months.
One fine hour biochemistry,
patience and pain pushes the newly formed creature out.
The sac gives way, the cord is
cut and the creature smells the world.
Liquids dominate.
Sometimes white puke and sometimes
yellow diarrhoea flood the place.
Then some gibberish, plain speech
and language follow.
Bricks and mortar structures
proclaiming themselves as schools are next in line.
Information gobble programmed
with punctuated time bound pukes masquerade as education.
Some truths but mostly lies and
then some more information gobble and a lot more punctuated time bound pukes at
larger buildings with fancier tags like university mark the end of education.
The colour (commonly referred to
as brands) of fancy tag buildings with regular puking hours decides the next
set of encounters.
And now there is some suited
booted horsing around which may be called as a job.
And then again the need to find
some dark corner to sweat it out with someone else.
After all, the system must run as
designed.
So there will be an engagement
where people will be called to fool around, act phoney and pretend to be normal.
After all the society needs to
sanction acts of sweating as well. So much for free will.
But Sisyphus thinks and intervenes.
Sisyphus decides to go on.
Sisyphus must go on.
