SHIT Happens, no wonder, it does happen. There are things in our normal, pretty simplistic lives that just have instantaneous ability to turn the tide of our moods, and sometimes lives towards rather disappointing fringes. One just can’t accept or deny the things that happened within a blink of eye or a continuum, we start blaming our fates and the billions of Gods out there to break our necks. The scene with Atheists is a bit reasonable, they don’t condemn the superficial archetypes but often end up incriminating themselves and others around. Anyway, the fun of seeing others in ‘deep shit’ stems from our very inheritance. Accept it or not, we do enjoy shit happening to people, so here’s one from my life today, enjoy.

Incidentally, at my place in Pondicherry I have a open place just outside the corridor of my room. As my landlord got a water tap installed at that place, I happily perform my ablutions there in a daily basis. Being at second floor, I also have a rather steep shaft just beside the enclosure between my landlord’s house and the neighbour’s. Here’s the deal, I place my shampoo, conditioner and whatnots on the boundary wall while taking my bath and a strong wind did blew the bottle of shampoo away, forcing it to jump in the gorge. Obviously I got freaked out, just a little lower than blowing off my shorts I was wearing at that time. Being disgusted, I peeked towards the chasm, only to be reassured that the bottle got stuck on top of a window at around 2.5 meters below. So this almost naked daredevil with soaked hair and body took charge of the situation, started climbing down the nearest water pipe with caution and reached the place at one piece (with minor bruises) after a minute. Grabbed the bottle and threw it up and suddenly it began to feel like I’m alone in a hole with no one to pull me up. Quite like a mis-adventurous guy, I had a momentarily doubt that it’s not possible to scale that height without help, water on the bruises wasn’t helping either. Well, people do have their own fears that can even make a drowning man doing somersaults like dolphins out of water, there was a huge risk of depleting biryani in my near by shops, a risk not worth taking on a peaceful Sunday. So this jerk pulled himself up, adding some more bruises to legs and wrists. I was feeling quite like Aron Ralston, without the missing arm and all. A huge endeavour, in my terms, felt like celebrating with some novelties. So continuing with the bathing, I came to finish and started drying myself up. Now look at the situation, a lone guy at the place, drying himself up with a little celebration in his mind, what can go wrong? A plenty of things, if you ask me. Does anyone believe what a small, unknowing knock from one’s elbow can do? It can topple things, thing that was rescued from the belly of a beast, towards the darkness again. And this time with enough force so even the interfering window couldn’t stop it. Practically speaking, I certainly came to know how a asshole face looks like, seeing myself in reflection on water. Barely had the intentions to take a gander on the abyss again, and it didn’t help this time. The bottle had gone, quite surely this time as a number of different angles around the place didn’t help me noticing it back.

Therefore, the bottom line is that life throws a considerable amount of chances and mishaps in disguise at the same time. Losing the bottle again and for all gave me one significant lesson today, never walk away even when you think it is over. It is not over, it never is.