Tales i tell

It’s New Year’s Eve and they’re the words you’ve been waiting to hear! It’s the New Year eve guys, about damn time! and just like every year, I am not doing a single thing on New Year’s Eve...  because  I've  never understood the need some have to go out and celebrate the New Year so it can become quite a forced atmosphere as people so want to celebrate, but no one is quite sure what they're really celebrating. As 2017 comes to a close, both relief and despair have crept up on me: I am glad that the year is over but sad that it sucked so ruthlessly. As people across the world prepare to bid farewell to 2017 by getting too drunk to remember its last moments, they may be finding it hard to shake themselves of a lingering sadness and I don't drink so that option is also out. On every new year's eve, I feel I can relate to Joey more and more, and at midnight, I want to scream on top of my lungs 'why god why? Why are you doing this to us, let others grow old, n...

          Am I dreaming or awake? The head feels so heavy. Is the person talking outside the room for real? Why is he talking in such a loud voice, with his high spirited laughter and over-enthusiastic chatter? I wonder if he knows that he looks like a clown inside a chimp's body with his abnormal walk and constant head bobbing. The tree looks too huge to be normal. The street lamp is too bright to look at directly. Do we need street lights with 1000 Watt bulb in them? It's making me blind and my vision blurred. Everything seems larger than life. The gurgling bike passing by appears to be floating, giving off steam and smoke from the rear like a cigarette between a drunken man's fingers. Reality? No, I must be dreaming. The tea stall is too crowded with people. They all seem to be relaxed and happy. Or are they? Is it really them or have they just masqueraded the real frustrated themselves from the world with a wide grin and a loud voice? Is this unshav...

Throughout my life, I have been on a quest for the ultimate answer, the answer to life, death, and everything, including the reason for my existence, my purpose, and the creation of the universe. Although this topic is often discussed and considered clichéd, I have devoted much of my free time to exploring it through writing. It is not a question that typically arises in those struggling to survive, as they focus on immediate needs rather than abstract concepts. However, this question has plagued me since childhood and remains an enigma. As a child, I was drawn to science and sought to find ways to overcome human limitations, such as our inability to see outside the visible spectrum or to survive in the wild. Although my ideas were far-fetched, they were a manifestation of my desire to transcend the human body's limitations. While reading religious books, I found their explanations too philosophical and supernatural, and I wanted straightforward answers. I became inclined t...