MY PARROT THEORY

Last night, my parrot flew away. We had probably left the door of the cage open. Ironically, his partner chose to stay behind. The entire night, the survivor called out to the escaped. He was probably praying for the escaped's well being. It hopped around the cage calling around again and agin, strength decieving it. It looked up at the sky and asked for help. When the squirrels gathered up around the cage and my dog lay down beside the survivor, it didnt soothe him. It called out agitatedly. The animals lay close to it, silent yet supportive, lazy yet understanding. But the survivor didnt want to give up. It didnt want to face harshness. It wanted faith, hope, inspiration. It couldnt just sit down and loose someone it loved so deeply.
In the morning, he screeched till we paid attention to it. Even though we were sad, we soon pushed it to the back of our minds and focused on more beneficial things.
More than half the day, the survivor rebelled. It refused to eaty or drink. It refused to respond. But its rebellion wore off as the day progressed.
Sad and alone, it sat in one corner of the cage, whimpering. I felt what it was feeling. I sat with it for an hour. I knew exactly what it was feeling. I'd gone through it. Loosing someone. Calling out to the someone. Then giving it up. Pushing it back and moving on. Being careful not to tap that part. Then sitting and crying helplessly when realization surfaces. Then moving on again as if nothing happened. Looking for consolation but not being satisfied by it.
Rebellion makes you nfeel stronger but it robs you of emotion, of memories that you would hate to give up, of moments you would love to live in, of a life you think you own.
Words can never make up for loss. I'd learnt that. And the survivor has to learn it too. It needs to stand up again now. Feel his partner and then let him go. Not repenting the differences in choices. Not resenting words. It has to learn to feel beyond pain and sadness. It needs to live again, independant and lonelier.
And I'll support it. I'll help it climb on life again. That's the least I could do with my useless life...

3 FRIENDS

This is something really old. As a reply to something written by someone. The only reason this is here because nothing else could be and according to some people my "blog is dead". Anki isn't in here because this was in the ninth. Now that she is, she keps P occupied. :P

Sometimes it does settle in the sub conscious mind that 3 best friends is rather impossible.
So we start looking for faults, for potholes in the friendship that we can get hold off.
You start cutting yourself from the two of them. Avoid their calls. Avoid them at places you know they would be. Call up other people. Try to get close to them.
But you're feeling something inside. Is it guilt? Or loneliness? You don't know. But something doesn't seem right. Probably because you're so used to two similar faces, that its simply weird not to know them anymore. You can still break off.
Frightening, probably possible.?
So you start the ignorance treatment.
They say 'hi', you smile and turn away.
They ask you 'what's wrong', you say 'nothing' and walk away.
Keep walking till they're far off. When you're at a safe distance from them, break down and cry. Cry for yourself and what you turned your life into. Curse the people who got it in your mind. And then run back. Run back to them because they're your friends. They're your friends. They'll understand. They love you for what you are, whoever you are, and what you will turn into.
And the next time, when they ask you,
"3 best friends?"
Simply smile and walk away.
Those are the people you should walk away from.

Fascination Of The Unknown

When you were young, you were small, things appeared so high up, so out of reach. As you grew older, you could touch those things, feel them and you weren't amused by them anymore. Then you liked those planes that flew so high. You wanted to see them. When you grew up, a few years later and after so many flights, you weren't amused by them anymore.
Now you had grown. You wanted all of it. The power, the money. You wanted to own the skies. Something that remains in all of us, no matter how many times we change our dreams, is the amusement. The fascination of the concepts we do not understand. The disgrace of the concepts in our reach.
Even if you don't belong in this world, even if you'll never make it, people will remember you for your dreams. You give inspiration to others. Competition too. You want to succeed.
And then one day, you'll be at a phase where life will end and you will decay, become part of a greater fascination, a greater inspiration. An integral part which is not understood. Thus, it will amuse us. It would amuse the countless people that will further influence others. A vicious circle. Violent, sometimes, yet existant...and amusing.
And when amusement vanishes, disappears, exits from our lives, we will no longer exist. Our dreams, our inspirations, our existence depends on each other, on amusement, on a greater belief of a superpower, looking below, probably unhappy, but still loving us.
Refreshing amusement in our lives!

P.S. - Whoever has the time and is bored may scroll down and look at the pictures, even at the bottom (just an option) or you can click that back button...Do whatever you please!