OK, first things first. yet another dedication. This time its not a silly one like the last. Its dedicated to her, someone who's out there reading this. I don't really know her. All I know is that she exists, she's alive and she's living. I am not a saddist, that you may think, why would i dedicate a post on exploration of/to end to someone living. . . . That's for you to figure it out.
If you're willing to read what's written further, then I would like to warn you, that you'll be at least a few minutes closer to the end.
This is one of my favourite lines from the movie "FightClub", the hollywood movie. That's rite, there's a hindi version too, this time its only the name that's stolen. May be the makers knew, its impossible to reproduce a movie of that magnitude. . . .
"This is your life and its ending one minute at a time". . . . ain't it true ? ? ? ?
my life is ending too and how, have you ever wondered. With every word that's being written, the wait in between to think of the next line, every moment i raise my head to check out that hot chick walking past me, watching that li'l kid, from the window, as he sells balloons to another kid just to earn a living, while tapping my legs and swinging my head as I enjoy the music that's being played into my ears, adding sugar to my coffee, drinking it all sip by sip without any hurry, all this while and further on till you read and finally till the very end, My life is ending, one tiny minute at a time. . . .
I am just crazy, I won't stop it at this. I will continue the exploration to find more about the end, till the end. It's not an exploration, to imagine how the end would be. I am not interested. I know it is certain. Neither am I curious to know when is the end. Somehow, deep inside me, I have this belief that says the End is Beautiful. . . .
How would one define the "end" ? ? ? ? If I were the one, I would simply - "This is it". Something after which there's nothing. I know the clock is ticking, every passing second of my life. Ever since I walked into the coffee shop, hopped from seat to seat and while I am sitting now on the stairs outside the shop, after all that you've read, My Life has come an hour close to the end. I was only trying to define the end.
I understand there's repetition, but you were not forced into reading that. You just had to, to realize that I am re narrating what was said before. What would be the fun in life if we knew what's in store for us before we lived through the moment. . . .
Just another question - How is the end going to be like ? ? ? ? I say, it would be as beautiful or as horrible as you see it. . . .
If every moment of life is inching close to the end, how is it that one can prolong the end. I don't know. . . .
The man in the sky, the myth, has never let anyone know the secret to prolong the end. . . . But the smarter ones like myself, inch close to the end, by believing that I have "lived" through those moments. All the moments while I write this - "this time I give you an option to quit reading, let me see if you take that, its repetition once again", as I think of the next line, When I check out that hot chick, While tapping my legs and swinging my head to the tunes, while I sipped my coffee, Every moment till now and further on till your read the end that i write and all the way till the very end, I will continue to Live. . . . Every moment. . . . minute by minute. . . .
As I told you a while ago, the End is as beautiful or as horrible as you see it. . . . It all depends on how well we lived those moments that brought us close to the end. What we did - 'while we lived' - if only we did Live, will define our Life as a whole and the end in particular. . . . Now looking back at those moments that we didn't live, will only make us not live in the moment and take us a li'l more closer to the end.
If you're still reading this, I hope you've lived through those moments, everytime I re said the same thing over and over again. . . . The beauty of my End would depend on "How I make You Feel" while I lived, not while I waited n slipped closer to the end. . . . The summary of one's life is "the Conclusion" that one draws from "how one lived" till the "End". . . .
How you live is upto you and this is how I know to live. . . . Now, either a li'l more closer to the end or having "Lived" a li'l longer after writing this, while you're reading this and further on, till the END. . . .