Me, Noah. Her, Allie.

Have you ever had a moment when your brain just goes blank. Nothing stay in your head, no worries, no pain, no requests, no conditions, nothing at all. All you can see is what's in front of you. Achieving that peace of mind is almost impossible. Well, neither did I achieve that. But it is safe to say that I experienced something much more better than that.

A couch, my wife resting her head on my shoulder, watching the notebook on TV with nothing to disturb us. To all the men married, this is something you should never miss. The amazing effect on what the movie has on you. The breath you two take when the movie silences and her tears pricking your shoulder when she weeps at sad moments, everything is just amazing. I actually felt something that made my heart so warm.

A particular scene when Noah takes Allie through those swans and ducks on his little raft, the scenery and the emotions displayed are sheer perfect. Every little dimension through which the movie was shown was spectacular.

The best thing of it all is the fact that the one you love is beside you holding your hand tight through which he gets the assurance that she is the one.

Mistakes, Lessons and the other Lessons.

The hard part is now over. Well, a part of the hard part is over. I've been dreaming a lot about my past. My childhood days, where I usually get beaten up not by people of my same age but my mother. Wow, even thinking of it hurts. As you browse through my earlier blogs, you would find that my mother really went to great extent when I had to be taught a lesson. The egg story, was a jaw dropper for many. And now that I have been remembering few things, I also recall the lessons I actually learnt from them.

For example lets take the egg story:

For people who are new to this, this is how the incident took place.

1) Mom asks me to buy a dozen eggs and return home.

2) On the way I accidentally crack an egg.

3) She gets furious and breaks all eggs right beside my feet (inside the house) and asks me to clean the entire thing.

FYI: Egg stench is almost impossible to remove.

So, that was the story. The lesson intended to learn was to never break eggs. The logical lesson that implied her actions was to avoid accidents. For the love of God, they are called 'accidents' for a purpose. If it's meant to happen it is going to happen.

What did I actually learnt? All I learnt was to replace the broken egg with others. And when someone asks me to buy eggs, hold eggs and such delicate stuff, I plainly just ignore it.

I just wish to be a parent that actually doesn't do such stupid stuff. Besides, eggs are damn pricey these days.

God Hates Us All

How could a man possibly answer for being a complete ridiculous d***? Like the other day, I asked my wife what will happen if a Husky and Pomeranian had an intercourse. The funny thing Is that there actually was an answer for it. The question I asked was a complete d***ish question, but the beauty is even these d***ish questions have answers.

The title to this post was actually inspired from the infamous TV series Californication. The more I thought about this title, the more I realize how true that is. God doesn't give a shit about second chances. He just wants to see the fallen guy burn to death. Must be an adrenalin thing for him/her/it.

I Asif Dash, am a very bad bad person. When I say God Hates Us all, I mean it. Not because he let me live to see my fate and how it led to my death, but how he on that process ruined lives of many good people. Damn man, if you knew that I really was going to do these things why not take me long before everything.

Shit. It's like I always say, devil isn't something that looks scary with weird faces, whereas it is something that is within us. It haunts you not from outside but from inside. That's what everything is about. God just hated everyone so much that he wants scumbags like me ruin lives of everyone.

If there really is going to be a judgement day, God is going to be the most questionable of all. He will be questioned for bringing me in, for not taking me long before I ruined lives.

Beside me - teary - hope lost - unanswered questions. That's what people get when they are with me. Just one thing. Either I end it, or live longer to see her die bit by bit. You say the word.

A Foot Away

A heavy heart, moist eyes
Not a blink, neither a word
Something aches, something cries.
A wound that ceases to be cured.

There you lay, not a foot ahead.
Here I beg for it not to leave.
It's soothing, for I don't know the thread;
that buries the pain that I receive.

Yet tears flow, and I don't know why.
I smile and in return she does.
She whimpers, not a cry.
I heave, I smile and then I cuss.

I cuss, for the feet in between.
I cuss for the meaningless tears.
I cuss for being helpless and not seen.
Not seen, by what the world fears.

I could feel her tears over my cheek,
The pulse, the thoughts within.
It aches more, and a hope so bleak
keeps craving for more, a sin.

A sin, to what the world believes.
A sin, to what the Preachers teach.
To hell with all, to hell with beliefs.
She is stuck, to me like a leech.

And I to her, with nothing less.
I keep dreaming, yet a foot away she lies.
I smile again despite the mess.
And again she whimpers, not loud cries.

A foot away and I smile as she sees.
She smiles in return, yet tears flow.
A thousand words spoken, skies to trees.
So silent they were, of nothing the world will know.