This ain't sarcasm..

Don't expect me to cry.
Don't expect me to lie.
Don't expect me to die for thee.
                                              -   Nirvana (Jesus doesn’t want me for a sunbeam)

The above mentioned song is perhaps one of the best I have ever heard.  Hands down, Nirvana was or perhaps is the greatest band ever.  As if, you could feel Kurt Cobain’s helplessness in coping up with the demands of leading a life of a superstar through his songs.

Life is a crazy bitch. Bitch, because just like women, you can never figure her intentions. Someday you are the bird, shitting everywhere as if the entire world is your loo, the very next day you are statue on which life poops. Or perhaps life isn't as difficult as it seems. It is at least easier than the Mathematics Paper that was dished in front of me in Class XI. Thanks to Tendulkar's 98 against Pakistan at Centurion, 60 on 100 didn't cause much grief.

How dearly I miss those school days, when having the biggest box of crayons was equivalent to winning the Nobel Prize, when friendship meant that you would fight with people twice your size just because he passed a comment at your friend’s love, when inter class cricket matches were bigger than India-Pakistan encounters. Man, those were perhaps the best days of anybody’s life. There were no emotions involved in friendship and yet those friends are perhaps the best people ever to walk into your life.

Slowly, as the days passed by, maturity set in. The thinking became clouded, the heart started dominating the brain, and the fun life evaporated.  The word “friendship” became a lot more complex. It became literally difficult to survive with all these double faced people around. A hell lot changed, innocence got replaced by materialism. People were used, while things were loved. Strange irony, isn’t it? Convoluted relationships didn’t help the case either. It became difficult each day whether you really existed for the people you called friends or you were just someone managing their materialistic needs.

Some of my best relationships have been with people with whom I am not in touch anymore. Years passed, and I am still at sea as to who was at fault back then. Probably, let’s leave it the way it ended. Someday, I hope the innocence would return, people would actually love the one's who care for them and life would be as simple as 2x2.

P.S. : This post hasn't been written under the influence of any narcotic substance :)