Alu Qeema Cream Puff

Sitting by the dock of the bay.... ever wonder why there's so much serenity in the lapping of waves and the birth of the breeze by any moving body of water.... why there is such calm by a lake.... i haven't. No, I’ve always kinda taken that for granted. Just like the beauty of teh setting sun, or rather of the rising one... Full moon, the majesty totally lost on me, its just this big white disc hovering in space pretending to be this guide to the weary traveler or this symbolic representation of long lost love divided by distance and difference. Oh my sweet sweet beloved when you miss me look at the moon why dun ya, Cuz i'll be looking at it and thinking about you too. Every time someone gives you that line, either they're big fans of lame Indian movies or are just lame themselves. Or they assume you to be lame and actually fall for a blatant lie like that just so you'd get off of their backs. Or maybe they know you're in love... they know what that portends they know what a hold it can have on you, they know that if they fed you dry nails and told you they were chalghozas you'd eat em all up and not even know the difference. Okay so maybe that's a lil exaggeration but then what part of being in love isn't exaggerated... every gesture, every promise, every freakin’ thought is an exaggeration... "I'll love you till the end of the earth"... right! Try surviving that long... "You are my everything"....excellent. Then why dun we just have me for dinner too... The fakeness of it all is mind boggling, what's worse is that one of the two almost always ends up buying the load of crap. Why wouldn’t you, loves makes you blind and lines like these give you some sort of impression of importance, of belonging, of being worthwhile. Ultimately, however, it’s all just a pre-planned course of action that your heart has decided upon while waiting for the person gullible enough to come along and fall for it. It all comes to naught when the blindfold is removed in one harsh tug by the very hand that placed it, and you see for the first time the idiocy of your supposed eternal love. How quickly it all becomes meaningless and fraudulent, how inconsequential your most honest of all confessions begin to seem when it becomes apparent that simply being in love isn't nearly enough to stay in love.
It’s the irony in life that extends itself into every aspect of existence. The cruel, inconsiderate, ruthless irony of being alive simply for the purpose of dying one day. The mind-numbing, spirit crushing irony of being in love simply to not be loved one day. Form one irony to the next we hop foolishly optimistic of one day being rid of it and finding nirvana in the arms of someone whose faith in you can be as strong as your faith in them. And this journey form irony to irony, to the most magnificent irony of all is what we humanoids are set upon this earth to witness. In the meanwhile, along the way we collect friends and enemies, failures and triumphs, rejections and accomplishments... baggage. Hoping just hoping that some day all the good we have done will come back to us ten fold, waiting and waiting to somehow see that illusive concept of happiness manifest itself in our midst so we can also say that yes, life is beautiful...