Thursday, October 12, 2006

What kind are you??? I am...

Today, in value education class, the guy told us that there are 5 kinds of people.

1) People who do good to society and sometimes even at their own personal cost.
2)People who first think of themselves, then about others.
3)People who put their selfish needs above everything and achieve them even at the cost of the nation and society.
4)People who enjoy doing harm to others though they can avail no benefits for themselves,
5) Lastly, there are people who do harm to themselves in order to do cause a greater harm to society.


I believe that all these 5 kind of people exist in me. Very little of the 1st and last 2 kinds, a considerable amount of the 3rd kind but the most of the 2nd kind.

Sometimes it really becomes necessary to judge yourself and know what you actually are...and now am i happy with kind of person i am??

To tell you the truth, I am and i dont believe you can be the first person. You need to be a saint or something. The last two persons are whom i'm trying to get rid of and i am the 3rd person to some resrved people because i've realized that you will only lose by being good to these people. I might be wrong.

I am a normal person and crave for recognition, sex and money as the case is and that is the justification for my selfishness but i am happy about the fact that iI can say confidently that I am a better person than a lot many people i know. I dont want to be a judge but the mind does compare.

.....and finally, will i change?? Yes, I am open to change but only if I am sure to get the 3 needs I mentioned before and obviously this means change for the good....but it depends on the scale of what i do get. I might become bad if I do get really large chunks of the above-mentioned needs as a result. After all everyone has a Satan in him.

Wow, it was real fun writing about this and i hope to continue this writing spree. I guess next will be a story.

Nameless

This is a story i wrote long ago when my senses weren't working.....just take a look....i'd appreciate ur comments

One must have seen the way, she was looking at him, some may even say it was cute, though, Her brown eyes were bobbing up and down naughtily, her tongue was out and she was drooling onto him. Her head was on his lap. She got up on both her legs to lick his face but she flopped and fell head first on his lap. You couldn't expect this disgusting behaviour from a female, unless, of course, she was a bitch who had just no clue as to what had swept her off her feet.


TRAGEDY ON THE HIGHWAY

Disaster had struck 3 years ago. Jodie was on one of her routine evening walks when she had chosen the wrong time to dive accross the road for a careless rabbit.
The bus was running at top speed. Avoiding the dog, even with the brakes totally engaged was impossible.
Until now, Jodie had been a well fed golden retriever but now, she could no longer "retrieve".

.......and thus it came to be that she lost both her forelegs.


SOMETHING ABOUT HIM

He had been very sad. He broke his television set, the furniture and the mirror, and he broke a photo frame too, as though that was not enough damage compared to his broken heart.
He had no family members to vent his spleen on- they had all died (except the dog) and his nature prevented him from having any friends.


THE SECOND BOLT OF LIGHTNING

"Dont joke, doctor". i have never liked jokes", he said. He was holding the doctor by the collar, his face being very close to the doctor's and he was speaking with gritted teeth.
The doctor was now annoyed but his face showed fear. "Guards", he screamed, "Guards". 5 men walked into the room and pushed the joke-hater around. He fell onto a shelf which dropped a box on the ground, spilling its mysterious contents, all on the floor.
When the joke-hater was finally flung out of the clinic, all he had was a black eye, an empty pocket (the doctor and the thugs being able to extract their fees), and a tumor in his brain!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE WILD-GOOSE CHASE

(Jodie, Golden retriever, 8 years old,.......two drops of tears......., no forelegs,....a shaky 'lovable'....., in search of a new.....and an almost illegible......master)........all this on a white paper and a cheque for 50 Marks were sealed into an envelope addressed to the Editor, The Tribune. The doctor had told him that he would survive for a maximum period of 6 months and as a consequence, the otherwise aimless life had a new direction - a new master forJodie and obviously the grave.
Two weeks passed and his accomplishment was not a least bit noteworthy, except for a few consolation letters and a couple of phone calls.
Who would want an 8 year old dog without forelegs ??!!
He then offered his house free, along with dog but the state of it was such that, "it is more of a burden than a reward, a price to pay to own a crippled dog...no way", as one of them put it.


A FAINT GLIMMER OF HOPE

He heard a knock on the door, on a snowy day in winter. a middle-aged man with an eccentric glimmer in his eye walked right in. "Show me the dog", he announced enthusiastically.
Jodie was lying in her kennel, on both her hindlegs, happy as usual. The man took a quick look at the dog and suddenly all his air of enthusiasm dropped. He turned his back on the dog, the door and finally the gate.
A golden retriever by itself is a rare breed, a golden retriever with two legs missing is rarer still but a man who doesn't mind broken limbs of the dog but cares that the dog's ear is slightly....possibly a centimetre longer than usual is the rarest of all.
"Let him go, I dont care, I couldn't give definitely give Jodie to this mental hospital escapee".


FLASHBACK

All his family had died yesterday-all in the concentration camp- and all in front of his eyes. Today, he was lined in front of 12 children....all ready to be shoved into the camp. Hatred now ran through his blood, his veins, his bones and his skin. Not when he had bored the soldier standing guard near the camp and let all the 12 children escape, did he feel happiness. It was when he ran all the bullets from the rifle into the guard did he savagely feel happy...feel that he had avenged his family. He also felt that he had signed a contract between himself and the guardian of those 12 children. "I will use this contract when i need it", he thought. He fled the place.


.......AND OF COURSE THE END

Since none of his schemes had worked as no one had taken his dog, he thought of the contract he had signed ages ago. He ran to the drawer and pulled it out to search for "a something related to the contract" that would today put the pact into force. It wasn't there. He found it carelessly lying on the table.
He slowly walked towards the kennel for Jodie who instantly stared up at him. "I found you a new owner", he said, "my best friend, he will never refuse you if i say so. He owes me a favour." Jodie was happier than usual. She was now licking the black object in his hand and seemed to be very jubiliated by it. "See", he said, "even you like it. You will like my friend better still. This is the key to his house." - A moment of silence- a muffled "REST IN PEACE" - a loud explosion - and a dead dog. The only bullet in the gun which was reserved for Adolf Hitler was in the dead dog's brain.
BLOOD AND TEARS MIXED.