The Game

From the most awesome love making you've had in you're life time, or being stuck in traffic for an hour and a half or the death of a loved one, its all a scam. Maya. An illusion. a view of the world that you you are projecting onto your self, and the people and things around you. Its all a game. And in this game, there are no winners, no loosers. Just the game and the players. Even those, pretending to sit on the sidelines, without any interest or concern, are playing the game. Their role, in a reel of infinite takes and retakes and retakes. And much like bollywood, we dance, sing, cry, scorn. But in this film, we each can take up what ever role we want. You can choose to play the Hero, and i the villian that tries to slay you or the hot goddess of love that you've come to encounter after many life times of being apart. Whether you slay me, or make love to me, dosen't matter. But it also matters, coz the way you slay me, or make love to me, is how you will be slain or made love to in another movie, on another set, maybe in some other galaxy. At the end of it, we all pack up and call it a day, moving on to another set, another role, another set of characters, another world.

But illusion does not necessarily mean no fun. You can use you're illusions to make you're world what ever you want it to be. Whether its being King of Tumbak Tu, or driving a Ferrari with a hot blonde in the passenger seat, groaning all along the drive coz she's dying to navigate you're dick right into her pit lane; or simply inventing a eco friendly substitute for paper world wide. You can choose what you want to do. But myfriend, it is now that i ask you the question, do you think you know what you want. If yes, go ahead, satisfy that desire. That and the countless others that come you're way, for In the dominoe of your desires, will the pattern of reality unfold, and the meaning of truth will assimilate into you. A desire that pinches the mind is way better satiated than shoved under the carpet. But, whether you feel good about your self depends on how pure that attempt to satisfy that desire is. For all desire is pure. It is the darkness that works behind the scenes, so that we may bathe in light. for we are all the light, projected by the darkness into itself.