"Life is the price we pay for running away from death "
































































PK

The child cried incessantly for three days, ever since its vacations began, with only a break at night when it slept. As soon as it got up in the morning, the weeping and begging would resume. He wanted his video game - his precious Gameboy console - and he wanted it really badly, so much so that he cried real tears of sadness in crying for it.
"I am so angry at myself for acting like a fool."

"Does getting angry make you less of a fool?

"You shut up! don't try to act smart with me."

<thinking> "Does keeping quiet make me less of a smart-ass?"
"Multiplying just for the sake of multiplying is the ideology of the cancer cell,"(1) claimed the sir in a thumping voice, so much so that all students in the biology lab were shaken into attention - not only those that were dozing but even those stealthily messaging on their cell phones.
"Abortion is always immoral," she said, continuing the debate they had started the previous night. She handed the glass of orange juice to her husband, and wore her apron to start making breakfast. They were having their favourite Sunday breakfast - scrambled eggs and bacon. Simple, but classic. Especially for the man, bacon was always a good follow-up after a night-long oral sex.
Background: A and B are college sweethearts. They knew not how it all started. Was it lust that blossomed into love (like it always happens) or love that finally bonded tightly through lust (which most of us would like to put it as)? Lovebirds of college - whose happiness and sadness was solely a function of each other and nothing else.
Suresh ran down the stairs, hastily mounted his bike, fiercely pushed it off its stand, kicked started it and revved the accelerator like the lights of the racetrack just went green, and left in a huff. "Bloody relatives..." he gasped as he shot out of the gate onto the road.
They crouched behind the garbage bin and waited. They watched as the butcher locked up shop. They looked around - it was late at night and not a soul around. This was the right time. They had to move now.
 
"Now is our time," whispered the hiding man to his mate, "the bloody blasphemous bastard. Sells beef in our area and desecrates our religion. Today let's teach him a lesson."
Suresh stood under the awning of the tea-shop, watching the bunch of pariah kids huddled up on the pavement nearby. He had just wrapped up an interview - it had gone so well that he was confident of cracking the group discussion to start in half-hour. Once that is past, the job was his.