I was reading Amar’s blog today. He has given pretty interesting insights into experimenting. His blog sets me thinking too, though on entirely different lines. I narrowed down my thinking on those who experiment with hearts! Not with their own hearts but with others.
When I am in the mood, I keep on experimenting with different hearts at the same time. In this, I use my God given gift of convincing every heart that his is special from others! Therefore please don’t mind the presence of other simultaneous hearts in my life. His will always remain unique! When I turn back, I see my path littered with broken, unbroken, sullen, shining, leaping and beeping hearts. I try to remember to whom they belong, but my excellent memory often fails me. Now it has become a hobby for me to experiment with hearts of all shapes and size.
But these experiments put me in the social worker’s category. I help guys do self analysis. Most of them will keep wondering for the rest of their lives what hit them. Those fools will never pause and think that I am beyond repair just like Veerappan. But I will never be considered in his category unless people realize the extent of damage caused by emotional violence. I will keep having the time of my life till then.
Where this experimenting leaves me as a human being? Ha! Ha! Ha! Who cares! I HAVE GOT ONLY ONE LIFE. Let me have my fun!
