TailorMade Hell
I have always wondered, (until I believed in all this crap, that is), where the directors of these low budget movies get their idea of hell as they show in ‘em movies. Lakes of Fire, Giant gunpowder balls that didn’t fit into the canon mouths hanging from thorny iron ropes ready to blast through you, as a sign of warming up welcome, swearing in caucus voices, an enigma of neverending adventure that surrounds you, and for the more creative ones, a golden thrown with its legs melted from being too long in the lake.
Later that I grew up, and didn’t believe in judgment day, and god and stuff, I still found myself using words like hell and paradise way too often. I was afraid of being called a hypocrite, so I thought it over. Hell for me isn’t the regular fiery area where the bad folks go when they die (-Nirvana). It, I believe is a place designed, created, and tailor-made to your own perspective. And to give it a real touch, unlike the movie–hell, you may have to go there even if you don’t deserve it. On the brighter side, it is not a permanent gig, living in there. People who choose to go there, are usually the ones who feel they deserve torment and find it the apt place to torture themselves without showing off.
These people make me proud of my definition; they make it the word for extreme self-malice. I even thought of a logo for the place… Razor Blades and water-filled balloon. Red Water. No, Black. Whatever. It is a place of null and void. Something that doesn’t exist. Or maybe a place of non-existence that does exist? Or of oblivion that I now nothing of.
Sahil ke 2 words : Pataa Nahin
Inspiration and Current Song: Lake of Fire, Nirvana
Oh and yea… Vande Mataram
