642 things to write (ramble) about.

Incase you’re wondering where this completely random number and/or title popped up from, I should tell you, it’s not that random at all. Infact it is a book, a relatively popular one at that, which gives you 642 somewhat intellectually stimulating topics to write about, if at anytime you feel devoid of any inspiration at all.

I do not own this book, but my bestfriend does and when I found it in her room, I went and rushed into the corner sneakily and rummaged through this pages, hoping for stimulus of any kind. What I did land upon though were topics that you may have thought about in your daily life but had not given it much importance. But this book, it propelled you to think beyond the box, especially because the blank pages urged you to soil that with scrawny handwriting. So here goes.

(I’ll start in the next post)

Promise.

Cheese cake in your face.

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There are a thousand little things that make up a moment. Imagine this,

you are at a restaurant with your closest friends. It’s Alan’s birthday. You’re sitting amidst your friends, rather snugly, sipping hot chocolate. The aroma of the hot chocolate diffuses through the air. Some one makes irritating noises with their mouth while chewing. Their mouth is wide open, their saliva is dripping, bits of chicken is stuck between their teeth, staining it. The jaw awkwardly opens and closes as it musters the courage to talk, eat, and chew at the same time. While your friend looks like the joker, you laugh, somewhat wholeheartedly, and, your lips are pressed to your cup of hot chocolate when your carnivorous friend turns around and smiles at you. The sight of him gawking his teeth out at you, without him having the minutest idea what his face represents this very moment, causes you to laugh buoyantly. Your hot chocolate springs to life, the tiny particles flying so high up in the air. You cough hysterically.

Alan is cheerfully devouring her much-awaited-for cheese-cake. Finally off her diet, which consisted of her eating broccoli, vegetables, and only and everything green for the last six months, she is free. Her head is in her plate as if the world is still, it is just her and her cheese cake in this special moment. Her hair feeds on the cake, she ravenously munches on it, she is carefree, euphoria tingling down her mouth with each bite. It is as if Christmas had come a year early.

And in the midst of it all, while the cake is flying in opposite corners of the room while Alan stabs on it mercilessly, and while the healthy chicken leg pieces mingles with this cake and settles on the table, while the coffee is still in the air, it is a second of happiness, a perfect moment, that can only be captured by a camera.

John

Have you heard of the website, sixbillionsecrets.com? It really makes you think. It’s true, at times the posts are,

 

exaggerated and are somewhat, melodramatic, but by all means – they may be true and they may be worth thinking about. Anyhoo. I was browsing them, as I do, when I’m disinterested and saddened by the lack of entertainment in the summer, and I came across something that made my intestines churn.

A post declared that a man had committed suicide while jumping off a bridge. The police found a note in his house that read, ‘Today I will jump off a bridge, if any one smiles at me, I won’t jump.”

It really made me think. How many times have I been in a hurry, how many times have I shoved passed some body who is having a bad day, who is on the verge of collapsing? Probably hundreds. They probably didn’t commit suicide, or may be that’s just my conscience speaking, but how would I ever know? Did I stop and look at them? No, I don’t think so. I wish I had though. Like I said, this site really makes you think.

Let’s say his name was John. What if I was passing John, let’s say, around the same tim

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e he was walking to the bridge? What if, I had been shaken out of my reverie, as my coffee splattered to the ground, and what if I had looked up at that instant, as John was walking past me, his shoulders slouched, and had seen his drooping,  melancholic eyes and twitched a muscle, my lips, and had given him that smile? What if I had? I would have saved him.

I guess what I am saying is, a twitch of a muscle is all it takes.