The master - one story, two endings

“Master, tea,” he said as he peeped inside the room. His master was in a corner fixing his tie. The master’s wife, his mistress at the dressing table, fixing her face. She glanced at him as he kept the tray with the tea pot and cups down.

He poured a cup of tea for the mistress just the way she liked it and handed it out to her. She had a scowl on her face. She took a sip of her tea and made a disgusted face. “Is there no one in the house who can make a decent cup of tea?” she asked.

He apologised for no fault of his. His master stopped her but only so that he could yell. His eyes down, he heard it all. “I will take care of it, master,” was all he could say. As he left the room, one could see the smile on his lips and the gleam in his eyes for he knew that once everyone left, the tables would turn. He would be the master of the mistress on the master’s bed.

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“Master, tea,” he said as he peeped inside the room. His master was in a corner fixing his tie. The master’s wife, his mistress at the dressing table, fixing her face. She glanced at him as he kept the tray with the tea pot and cups down.

He poured a cup of tea for the mistress just the way she liked it and handed it out to her. She had a scowl on her face. She took a sip of her tea and made a disgusted face. “Is there no one in the house who can make a decent cup of tea?” she asked.

He apologised for no fault of his. His master stopped her but only so that he could yell. His eyes down, he heard it all. “I will take care of it, master,” was all he could say. As he left the room, one could see the smile on his lips and the gleam in his eyes for he knew that once everyone left, the tables would turn. The master would have to pay, in kind. 

Why curly hair girls will rule the world?

I read this blog post by BZiB and I knew that I had to write a post about why girls with curly hair will rule the world.

Do you have curly hair? Then, you already know why. Reason 1 is simple. We are more tolerant of bad days. When you have curly hair, invariably every other day is bad hair day, we are used to it. We know things will get better and that some days are just bad.

Reason 2. We are used to dealing with unruly flyaways. Curly hair gets frizzy and then, we have to manage it somehow. Sometimes, it works, sometimes, we just let things be.

Reason 3. We have at some point have wished we had straight hair or at least wavy hair. I have straightened my hair twice and while I look amazing it pictures, somehow I don't look me. People with curly hair can deal with what is given to them and can make it rock.

Reason 4. Not everyone knows how to cut curly hair. And hence, either we are ready to try and experiment to find "the one" who can and when we do find them, we will not leave them for the one. Curly haired people are committed.

Reason 5. Maintaining curly hair and making it behave is a task. People with curly hair know that if you want something to be the way you want it to be, it takes effort.

Reason 6. As I have said, maintaining curly hair can be chore and sometimes, it means spending a lot on hair products. Sometimes, when you love something, you just have invest in it. Time, energy and money. Curly hair-ed people don't shy away from this.

Reason 7. We have the awesome capacity to laugh at ourselves when people compare us to Sideshow Bob, Boney M and other amazing people.

Reason 8. If you use a conditioner with a pump (and God knows all those big bottles come with a pump and who buys a small bottle that gets over in a day) we always get a good arm workout. Arms are extremely important in the plan for world domination.

Reason 9. We don't need the skills of Lucy Liu to tie our hair with a chopstick. The curls can make the chopstick stay there forever.

Reason 10. Curly hair is a dominant gene. That means all of us will produce more curly hair people. Our kind shall multiply multi fold and we shall rule the world.


Beware of our nemesis : The wind and the humidity. I hear they are teaming up to form an alliance.


If you need to know, these are my curls.

List

Overwhelming emotions can be conquered by making a list, yes? Yes.

1. Have to get my travel plans in order.
1.1 Find places to stay at Amsterdam, The Hague and Frankfurt.
1.2 Find things to do and people to meet (This doesn't include making a list of gifts I will get back home)
2. Finish the exams peaceful
2.1 Research. Research.
2.2 Find notes, maybe?
3. Research. Research.
4. Hug Luci multiple number of times.
5. Pack your bags.
6. Meet people you won't in a zillion years now.
7. DON'T GET CHEESY.

Don't let anything affect you.

"Don't let anything affect you."

This is probably the stupidest advice anyone can give. It is like saying don't be human. The problem with us is that we don't let thing affect us. We should. Apathy is boring and dysfunctional.

This too shall pass.

This too shall pass.
Yes, it shall.
Good or bad,
it shall go away.
Fade into the oblivion.
Become a memory,
distant and maybe, vivid.

Like the horizon,
it shall be.
Far, unreachable.
You were there,
Once.
And you can't go back.
Make peace.

(I feel this is incomplete. Might complete it soon or never)

Self actualisation

Self defense is probably one of the best ways to get away with murder. We all kill to survive. Even if you a vegetarian or vegan or whatever the newest fad is. (Fruitarian, really?) 

In the hierarchy of needs, survival is one of most basic needs. One that can't be conquered. Everything is forgiven if you do it to survive. People have cut off their own arms, killed others on a boat to eat them and other weird unmentionable stuff.

People who, hence, commit suicide are, according to me, self-actualised.

Disclaimer:

Since I have people who over react as friends, I am not depressed. I am not contemplating suicide. Also, I am not disappearing from twitter for a day after talking about this. *snigger*

Await the doom.

Up and down, round and about,
here, there and everywhere -
these are some of places,
my mood has been.

Awaiting a crash,
A turn to changes things back.
Perfect to turn to imperfectly me.

Things are scary, especially when
they are going your way.
Where's the catch?
I wonder.

That dark figure looming somewhere,
Waiting to jump from the corners.
When will I wake from this dream?

You dream and you pray
And then it comes true.
What then?

How do you enjoy when
you know it will end?
How do you know that
it won't?

Things don't last.
Dreams don't happen.
It will end.

Await the doom.