The Original Fairy Tale

 The Witch who eats children represent Acute Post Natal Depression. The Ginger Bread House is the Cravings during the Pregnancy Period. Hansel is the male gentry force, the Sperm. The Son of the Wood Chopper, the Penis. Gretel is the Egg. The Enchanted Forest is the Pubic Hair. The Warts on the Witch's Face is a STD. Cinderella is a Whore. The Ginger Bread Man is Gay. The Pink Stock is a Giant Cock. Little Red Ridding Hood is the Clitoris. Finally Goldilocks Fucks Animals.
                                      




                               ANY QUESTIONS ???                 

Lost n Found

Yesterday was the last day of my holiday. I came a day early from all the fun and craziness to sort my house out. Before that I had to go to my bank. So I went out. It was a beautiful day. I felt like walking. I started waking. I live on top of a hill. The steep slope was easy. I put some music on my phone. I saw boys coming from the opposite side. They were laughing and talking about something seeing this I felt like calling my buddy Bibin in India. I called him up and we started talking about everything that came to our mind. When I reached the bank I told him that I would call him after 15 min. I went inside the bank and started filling some forms and took out a check that needs to go in there. There were only 2 people in front of me. So everything was over in 10 mins. I came out of the bank and went inside my favourite bookshop. I was in my own world now. I can't go to sleep without a good book. After about half an hour, I came out of the bookshop & went into Starbucks for a coffee. Like always it was full of people. I waited at least 15 mins just to get in front of the line and it took another 15 mins to get my skinny latte. I came out of the mayhem to enjoy my coffee. I felt like I was forgetting something. Then I remember that I have to call Bibin back. I put hands in my jacket pocket for my phone. I couldn't find it. I searched in my jeans and my bags. I couldn't find it anywhere. I went back in the Starbucks. I looked everywhere. No, it not in there. I went back to bookshop. Searched every bookshelf I could see. Seeing me looking for something the girl who runs the shop came to me asked what’s wrong. I told her that I lost my phone. She became upset hearing this and she too began to look for it. We tried calling it & it went strait to voicemail. After taking down the whole shop we couldn't find the phone. I said to her that I might have lost it somewhere outside. I left the bookshop and went back to the bank. I entered the bank with my eyes fixed on the floor. I searched every bit of that small room. Still no sign of it. At last I gave up. I had insurance on that phone and all the no numbers in it has been written down. So I wasn't that sad or anything. Then someone touched my shoulder. It was a small girl. May be 12 or 13 years old. She asked me whether I am looking for that. I looked at the place she was pointing. And there it was, on the counter. I pressed the home button on the phone and a picture of a handsome guy appeared. Yes that’s mine....!!!! I thanked her and took the phone and came out of the bank. During my hike back to my house the only thing in my mind was whether I would have got the phone back if I were back in India.         

Back Again.....!

Been so long since my last post ....you may think I was busy or something. Actually I was stuck. Nothing came to my head. Life was taking new routes and had no idea where I was going or what I will encounter. It was like I had no control. After I left her, it was like I was lost . Two years with her I never told her that I loved her . She tried to tell  me , but the coward in me just ran away. Now I am back.... I don't know whether I can be like the old "ABY", but I surely can say that I will try to be better......!
 With Love and Passion 
 Aby Hash

          

D E A T H

When King Lear dies in act 5, do you guys know what Shakespeare had written? He's written "He dies". Thats all. Nothing more. No fanfare, No metaphor, No brilliant final words . The culmination of the most influential works of dramatic literature is "He dies".  I think Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with

"He dies". And every time i read those two words,I find myself overwhelmed with anxiety. I know its natural to be sad, but not because of the words "He dies", but because of the life we saw prior to the words. When someone have lived all the five of acts, I am not saying that we must be happy when someone is gone. I am just saying we must just turn the page. And if someone asks what had happened to him/her, just tell with all its pride and glory ,"He died"

                     "Life is an occasion , Rise to it."            

Is Love Fair ???

Yesterday I met an old friend online. He told me that he has got married. At first I thought that he was joking. Then I realized that it was the whole truth. He told me that he has a 1year old boy too. Then thanks to facebook he showed me his family. I was actually shocked by what I saw. The girl he married once was my classmate. She is barely 19. The thing was that they were in hard core romance. The girl once went with him before, when she was in 11th std. But her parents and relatives had it settled by complaining a case to the police and beating up the poor chap. The girl was told she was under age and she was sent home. But the twist was that she was already pregnant by that time. Her father and mother made the decision to keep the mother and child away from the father.But the girl and the little baby went back to him on the day she turned 18. This might be what happens when romance hits the head. But to my view when it hits the head you might be a little unconscious about what hit you. But after when you get conscious, you will surly feel the pain it had cause. He tells me that he is happy. He works at a silo at night and goes to collage in the morning. Both the families has abandoned them. The thing is, while the girl should be hanging out and telling jokes about her classmate,she is looking after a 1 year old boy.While she should be preparing for her exams,she is competing with life to keep up with it.While the boy should be sleeping in his warm bed,he is making a living for his baby. If any of these thoughts get into one of there minds, the whole family will fall apart. So I am asking you is love fair????

AWAKENING

        Courtesy to Miss Karishma Susan Kurian 

 What's in a name? What's in the clothes that you wear? What's there in a brand, a price tag?

 As far as the sun shines, you are a creation of a force, not a mere one, the universal force.  you were born for me, for the air, for the breeze, so that you would feel it, breathe it and love me.........

Because I don't love your name, I don't love your clothes, it's you , the creation of this life that captured me. You are loved, not just by me but by everyone for not what your name is, nor for your brands. Your name is an identification, hold on to it as if it's a recognition tool.  Birth by itself is a miracle, the world awaits your call, reach out and grab it. Inhale, and let not the weight of this world burden you, as you are a delicate and beloved wonder of life. I'm always there around you, waiting for you to open your eyes......

                                            

Friendship vs Love

He used to walk the lonely road of his village. His mind was empty. He had no worries or any cause to be unlikely. Then one day he saw her. She was so beautiful that it felt like an angel has came down to earth from the heaven to him. The first day she didn’t notice him. Then again he saw her in the same lonely road again and again. Then one day she smiled at him. He saw a small twinkle in her small cute eyes. He told her his love. With a shy smile she agreed and kissed his cheek.There relationship grew day by day. After several months he began to discover that she is more interested in his best buddy rather than him. When he asked her about this, she agreed that she always wanted his friend. The best way to get to his buddy was through him and she requested to him to introduce her to his buddy. Even though she broke his heart he simply smiled and introduced him to her. They were great together. His friend found from his sister that she cheated his buddy. He was furious. He dumped her and went to him with tearful eyes and asked him whether that he loved her that much to give anything she wanted. He replayed” it was not for that bitch, it was for you. I thought you too need some trouble in life. After all what are friends for”.