Sunday, October 19, 2008

Chi found a pouch of Golden Virginia and a roll of Rizla in the dressing drawer...

The paper felt smooth, reassuring.
This was madness.. a pernicious decision adding to his already precarious position.
More importantly.. he hadnt rolled in a decade!

He didnt do it for the money. It was the adrenalin rush that drew him to it. To take what wasnt his, it made him feel... alive...

Rolling cigarettes is an art. The trick is to line it on the crease of a paper and then drop it straight on to the roll. That ensures that it isint top heavy or packed too tightly.

He emptied out the cupboard, Although the house was an ode to the rodomontade not much was there.. the owner must be an investment banker.

Chi took his time. Pulling too hard would cause it to burn unevenly.

He tiptoed across the hall. The loud snores emanating from the bedroom drowned out everything else.

The nicotine rush was already kicking in.

He used the stub to start the fire. Not one member of the family survived...

Chi was getting back at the world, one at a time.


Monday, May 26, 2008

" Life was good..
But it just got too... boring"

If you were to kill yourself at this very moment, what would be ure suicide note like?


P.S. I do not condone suicides. Just the rambling of an idle mind.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

I fought the war she fought the beast,
The blood tasted bitter-sweet,
The prize was mine, all mine, all mine,
What greater horror can man define...


Friday, February 08, 2008

Twas a fairytale marriage... till about three weeks ago.

It was a mistake... a stupid mistake. A drink too many coupled with the bittersweet realization of turning 40 was a lethal combination. He seemed like a nice guy and a little harmless flirtation never hurt anybody.. She had woken up with a bad headache and the "nice guy" at her side.

It had been three weeks since. Her conscience couldnt handle it anymore.

She turned to Chi... her husband, her friend, her soulmate.
The secret was let out.

Silence ensued.

Chi got out of bed and walked to the balcony in a daze. She followed.

The picturesque morning, juxtaposed against the storm brought forth in her marital life was too much for her to bear.
She shut her eyes and prayed.

After what seemed like eternity a reassuring hand came to rest upon her shoulder.

She had been forgiven.

That was the last thought that passed through her head before she hit the pavement