Like begets like, money begets honey, life begets ...

By S.D. Sycther

Can’t eat

Hmm, I say the humans have forgotten to eat without me. At least the people of the developed nations use me mandatory. Some say without me it is savage to eat in the house. Different cultures use very differently but there is one thing common in all i.e. they all use me. The first, dip in the food and they drown in the detergent and repeat again and again. That’s the daily routine of a spoon. The only thing that looks disappointing to me is the inability to taste food; I am only allowed to play with the food in the path from A to B or in other words plate to mouth. Depending on the person and the mood, I tend to behave. The person who pretends to be more and more serious about table manners, I tend to slip from his hand more and more and sometimes liberate the morsel of food and in the path of liberation, he tends to find his beautiful T-shirt or her gorgeous frock. I tend to spoil dresses because I am a fan of Bolsheviks and a disbeliever of the aristocracy. I don’t find the unnecessary use of mine while eating things like bread or chapatti. Some people are involved in making the manners a bit exaggerated in the name of civilization. I try my best to stop them in involving in such activities.

My body

My body can be divided into four parts namely the grip, the leg, the neck and the face. Of course, the grip part is usually optional it makes me civilized more and more. It is the leg that makes me easier to be used at the hands of humans, however, the grip is always praised and I just sit there and relax. The neck is the most terrible part my creator has designed. I have just no idea why the neck is so narrow. I mean he could have made it wide and thick so that it didn’t have to bend every time and become useless whenever somebody has the idea of opening the can with the help of a spoon. It scares the shit out of me and pisses me off when the people call him intelligent. He is not; he is just like you, a fool but of a greater significance.

Let’ have a look at the shape

Well, the shape has been somehow difficult to explain, but it can be explained as the result of the roller rolling on a ball of dough … Hmm, maybe it is not. But it is still difficult to explain how the things are. I guess the creator will be able to explain to the best of his terms.

The part time jobs

Yes, not only I am involved in eating but I am also used in some other jobs as well. You see, money rules the world. For getting extra income, I tend to involve in certain activities like the scratching of the back, opening of the coca cola, cleaning of the toenail, and some jobs at the “girly spots”. That’s not the end of the day; I also work in the acoustics department of the house or in other words the hunger productions of the house. The children strike two of us as we both can produce a hell lot of sound just to intimidate the mother that the child is hungry because crying doesn’t help anymore.

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By S.D. Sycther

Man’s best friend

Day after day I lie in the library and so much welfare does me for you. But still, you desert me like this. Of course, the humans are like that and there is wonder about it. Because you people think that I am just an object and I don’t have feelings or emotions, but not everything you know has to be correct like me. Even what I know is a little bit flawed. I have to get revised year after year to be the unsurpassed. Just because I can’t be like you and just because I can’t neglect or exploit you, that doesn’t mean I am insensitive. Your bumpy behavior has given me pain and these have been many times, you have played the role of a sadist. There have been numerous times when you have thrown me out of the casement or down the base or in the pond and tried to get purge of me. But all in vain, you had to take me back in your dashboard without any concern of future or the discomfort that you have caused to me every time just because you didn’t have any other choice. But everything happens to me and I stand just a victim to it. It is me who knows it very well how good is you in cheating. Those tits and bits of paper you hear from me body helps you in passing the exam without reading me thoroughly.

But even after seeing so many flaws and similar things happening in front of me, I have to be quiet since I have nothing to do except sit there and relax and wait for someone to come, use me and abscond me again in the places where I have been or where I don’t like to be in. Even the truest friend of mine does the same to me every time he gets an opportunity to do so. There is no permanent relationship for me. I am built to be used and keep if not throw. However, some may consider throwing me after they have sucked in the knowledge from me. But even today there have been some great people living this world who consider taking me home and keeping me as a trophy in the showcase. But I shall be grateful to such people forever for helping me and respecting me. I am still grateful to the librarians who would fight for me with anyone who mistreats me; these people are such that they may not fight for their wives but still fight for me.

My creator is not holiness, it is the little author who sleeps in his little courtyard and sleeps for a while only to awaken into the world full of dreams. He is poorer than I am, he is forced to sell his arts for a living and it's him that I don’t mind selling myself because separation is true love.

Hmm, at last, my acknowledgment shall go to the bookworms who have developed many things and it is because of them I live in this world. They stare at me sometimes as if they have seen me for the very first time, for hours and hours they shall be staring at me as if I was a beautiful woman in her early 30s.

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Like begets like, money begets honey, life begets ...

By S.D. Sycther

The mug

You can discover me in many colors in the universe. Seldom one may unearth me in black and white. The reason is still unknown. Although, I am a less modern intervention of the humans in the world of nature, since ancient times I have been manufactured and exploited in many cultures. First of stone, then of mud and now the plastic, of course, metals ruled the medieval times and still rules but the times and places have changed now. They concoct me using cheap plastic. The populace drowns me in the bucket thousands of times in a day, but I still show my face up to save myself, because I am a champion swimmer and only none can defeat me. To increase the jealousy of you people, let me speak these beautiful words for you, “I am immortal and I take birth”. Of course, I die but not naturally, it is the accidents that kill me. But I doubt if those are accidents or simply the carelessness of the humans. There have been times where these weak humans have suppressed the weaker sections of the society. If things are not going on well then thrashing the mug on the floor is a great idea. I don’t think the humans are very rational in doing this; surely we are poignant that you are not being served by the society in a proper conduct but that doesn’t make it great at all, anger only makes things worse.

 But we will stand for you only to be abused by you and break our back. The situation is too serious now. The queen has tried to be polite with us by increasing the prices of mugs at least making us more valuable if not precious. Now, I hope they will be using the mug with some care. Throughout the world, I have seen many of my brothers dying on duty serving these humans and getting absolutely nothing except the taste of hatred.

Features

The handle is the characteristic feature of mine. These humans are helpless without me; they find it so difficult to lift 500ml of water that they have built a tumor for me. I have to carry this tumor everywhere I go and I always curse my creator. Something is common in you and me, you see. It makes me stumbles upon here and there and gets struck many times by various objects creating a scene that may be obscene.

Another one is the rim, the outskirt is so beautiful, it adds a decoration not only ornamental but functional too, but it is the neck that is pleasing aesthetically.

If this is not the end, my creatures have also given me the outlet for water, so that the water flows down gently and there is no degree of discomfort to humans.

These humans have thought so much on the make that they have provided a heightened base to me so that it protects the base from destruction by friction. But that serves another purpose for providing the base is for the advertisement purpose.

The enemies

The showers of the 80s and 90s have taken the position from me but thanks to water scarcity, I have come again in the bathing industry of the middle class. And I am back and will exist as long as the water scarcity lives.

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By S.D. Sycther

Coco Jumbo

Yes… Now don’t laugh at the heading. I know it has been common to have such a heading. But I am not a monkey, okay and not the big one like you. I still think how the Spanish explorers made such a big mistake. They must have thought it twice. “Let’s us name him ‘monkey’.” How does it even exist? “Monkey nut”… How … How can one keep such a name? If one is still thinking let me make it very sure that I am not the chocolate which you had it just that afternoon.

My eyes

There has been a thing about my eyes, which has pissed off many people in almost all the generations and in all the cultures. There have been many legends about it. No wonder the Spanish named me a monkey. Some say piercing the eyes gives good luck; some say the real secret to open the coconut is the eyes. Some people call it ugly as hell. There have been stories where I have been depicted as the deer-eyed person who has irritated a sage once by falling on his head and so he gave me a curse and today they pierce my eyes. How dangerous!!! This is what I call perverseness. In one hand you consider those spots as eye and on the other hand, you think of piercing it. Piercing would be a nice term for it, you think of punching a rod through my eyes. God damn!!! Even ISIS is better than you.

The Modification

The way of breaking me has been different in various cultures. Some have sorted to thrash my head to the hardest surface till it breaks and blood comes out. Some have resorted to the making holes thing. Some use the Drill and some use the sickle based on the stage of mine, the purposes of gifting me the crack and they call it a modification. The situation is so extreme that they call it bereavement comes once so if one can make a crack in the first attempt and when the blood comes out, he is said to be lucky. Amazing isn’t it. But when you have to kill, how does it matter whether you kill it in a jiffy or in an hour? , they say it pains less. Our pain is beyond your realization, Mr. Humans. You better eat coconuts; maybe someday you shall realize that what it feels to be a coconut one day.

The conspiracy

The conspiracy as the market analysts would like to call. A research in the 1960s aimed at the fat reduction foods and other sorts of important stuff. They alleged my involvement in making other people fat and unhealthy. But the conspiracy is to be taken seriously since; they told that had mono-saturated fat, so they had decided to abandon me. I was deserted like a wild child. It was an incomplete report they had filed and just to bring in the vegetable oil point. They practiced this so-called false advertising and bought the low cholesterol hoax was in the market. It is now even playing a gigantic role in the market. It is the people’s ignorance that has forced the people to think that coconut is really terrible.

Now, when the vegetable oil has reduced at prices, the MBA people have started bringing out the benefits of coconut oil and stuff like that. How rude… But the Hawaiians are clever; they might know more about coconut oil since they use it as a remedy for everything.

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By S.D Sycther

104 keys, 208 bones, and endless emotions

Hmm, maybe some of you have got what I am saying. Yes, I am the keyboard - the mightiest of the mightiest writer. Those people are such they type so rapid that it almost feels as if all of my keys are struck at the same time. They say they are expressing their emotions, Well, I don’t get it. How pressing my boys so many times, in some crazy patterns and a space after the end of every pattern trigger love or emotions. Some of them are 3 stroke patterns while some may go on and on.

Space key

The space key shouts like anything. It is pressed the most number of times and it produces no emotions. It works the most and its’ work is never paraded. Other buttons are so small, they work so very arduously but at least their works are displayed which makes them happy. So they have a feeling which resembles satisfaction. But Space is large-hearted, it doesn’t mind. Maybe that is the raison d'être God made it so wide, so large, so alpha & so on. On the contrary, most of my friends have the space key with a small switch that makes it pokerfaced.  The key has to take in a large effort to share the throb. It is pressed somewhere but it has to give the right output just because it was pressed somewhere. The switch for space should have been large enough so that the issues could be lessened. There are some people who complain about it being unresponsive but there is nobody who looks how the space key was designed and how the space key has to take in so many steps to recover from the incorrect touch. Another category of people has an attitude to press the space key as hard as they can. They feel the command has ended so they press it so hard in the excitement that in due course of time the key becomes more and more uncertain of its very own existence. But he is large-hearted and that’s the only solution to his problem.

The insert segment

.The insert segment consists of 9 keys which do exist and take their share of space in me, but they don’t work at all, they are rarely being used and most of the people don’t even know what they are or why they have been there so many years. The insert segment is one of the dormant segments which only clever writers and programmers employ because they know what that means, otherwise computer is just the keys, the alphabets the mouse and fun that’s it. It is the pain seekers who know what it is meant for. These 9 keys can make the difference for the addicts in the pain seeking segments. The typists with the use of such keys can help them to be the star of the company. For instance the <home> key, it makes sure that you reach the beginning of the sentence of the segment safely.

The Num segment

Yes, the Num segment is for the calculator loving people who love calculations the most. They feel they are adding the sums and they are the richest of the rich. But here my boys are jealous, they are less in demand and some are omitted by the apple as they have told them that they are now obsolete. They are upset about it these days.

              “The days shall come and days shall go but endless emotions only I can show.”

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By S.D.Sycther

Fan

Whatever says whoever say, I have got a fan and so I am an icon. Yes, I can do great kinds of stuff like the production of leisure and so there is at least one object which listens to me, that is my fan. So let us know more about him. But I am also the fan of my fan.

Charlie is a product of the Usha Industries and it has been standing for a hundred years or more in the room, Maybe the fan was earlier manufactured by some other company but it has been repaired so many times since then that the fan has become a part of the heritage of the Usha Corporation. Almost all the parts have been replaced by the company but it is love for the fan that I have still kept it in my room which can’t be replaced by the company.

It was with me in my times of penury, so I am with him in his times of destitution. And technology couldn’t replace both of us any day. But, with him, my grandfather had turned old, my father then used to enjoy it and now I and my computer enjoy the breeze it engenders. The fan is not consistent and makes a lot of sounds but it has become a habit of every day. Not hearing the sound means someone is missing from the room. When there was the isolation with me, he used to accompany me the whole night, obviously now also, he does the same. The sound has kept me awaken in all the night outs that I have ever had in my life. These days everyone puts in headphones if they have to be in the race otherwise sleep finds them and the rest is history. Sleep is the enemy of all the architects present, they must be very careful regarding their issues with the sleep. One of the features the standing fan had was that it used to kill a lot of mosquitoes with its blade and acted as an insect repellent for me too. You see how multipurpose the old technology was.

The Breeze

The breeze had no match at all. Today‘s fans are totally worthless in comparison to this. Such is the storm of it that sometimes one feels like leaving the world for a heavenly abode. Don’t take it in the wrong sense. But it wasn’t consistent at all, but this is the only aspect of it that one can love the most. Sometimes it is slow and sometimes it super fast, so I love it when the arctic aerates affects my body. Seems the fan understands my mood very well. So there is no regulator available, it was there but after the recent damage, I have stopped repairing it anymore. I have attuned to him and he is on the same wavelength with me. It just doesn’t matter in the long term how consistent you were.

The cleanliness

Well, this is the segment where it loses. The maintenance is high as the parts can’t be found anymore. The blades get grubby very easily. One has to get rid of those heavy screws. It has been 100 years and the screws are still intact and in place. So many cleanliness sessions have been there.

26^th December 2016: Suddenly the bank people came in and I was thrown out of the house. Then something happened which tears explained the best.

No object but Christmas

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By S.D. Sycther

No object but Christmas

I call myself the proudest day of the year. And you know the Raison d'être behind it. The whole modernity is well aware of this day most of them celebrate it with zeal and some of them don’t celebrate it with zeal because of hostility. The people always want to show that they are different but this ain’t true always as people ought to know that they are humans after all. Today the child of the god came to this earth, he chose me and I chose him and we both became great. Mutual understanding you see. But he is eternal and I live for only one day a year.

But only gifted people aboard the exotic flight come to this earth in the daylight hours. I give the least number of Naissance this day. Only rare and quality people are produced this day. Ha, that is just a claim. But the number of births is the least this days, Maybe people are enjoying and everyone is busy so none has the time to give the impression of being concerned at it.

The whole world turns red and white as seen by the astronauts from the moon, but from heaven, I see that that it one of the greatest sight to look at. It is the festival of the whole humanity because “we are living in Amerika.” People are not interested much in who was born today but they are much interested in what is happening with the people living in the developed nations. Except for the Christian world, the whole world is aware that on this day they have to say “Merry Christmas… that’s it. Some people tend to pretend that they are secular tend to send this messages more and more to everyone predominantly after the web world has made it gratis altogether.

But even this day is a material of its own breed. People this day tend to give gifts and the cycle goes on from one person to another. Give and take gifts till you get your gifts back. And then the small children get an excuse to get their hands on some money just because you did it when you were the “child of your parents”.

All that Santa Claus is just another element of the days that come before and after it. The modern version has it this way, thy father pays the money and the child receives the gift. Rest is just a miracle.

But I personally like the red and the white influence because it’s awesome. Another place I can find this is the Bengali women wearing it on all auspicious occasions; the Japanese use it in their national flag. Of course, there are many pieces of evidence where one can expect to find this, the RBC and the WBC was a nature-favorite, so who am I to comment on that. The New Year is so in the neighborhood of the incident that people continuously find excuses to use the rest of the days for celebrations and they have all sort of ceremonies.

  

What I feel is the Christmas is the warm up designed for New Year meant for the rest of the world.

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By S.D. Sycther

As plain as orange

That day if the Chinese wouldn’t have bothered me, I would have been a tiny little pest and the taste would have been sour, sourer and the sourest. I have to admit that I am sour even now, but that is a thing of the distant past. I bet I can be sweeter than anything else in this world. I would have loved to be the apple just because the love it gets from the people out there but it is inferior to me. It is copious because humans have no sense of valuing. The law of necessitate and supply doesn’t necessarily come into the picture in case of nutrients. Those were the Chinese people who gave the proverb that an apple a day keeps the doctor of medicine away, what do you think the apple or Vitamin C? I can keep 5 and more doctors away if he can do one. But still people will be after that false fruit only. But one must be careful as one ought to give deep trouble to the people out there. I have to make it very sure that the ‘machines’ work really well.

It is so cool that I am greenish-orange in color and not yellow or red. I couldn’t win the “King of all fruits”. I don’t know why. That distorted fruit won it. It is not even smooth. May be because the seeds of mine were bitter to eat and his weren’t edible at all. Oh sorry! He has only one, I just forgot that. Or the judges were greedy, they have to be otherwise why would give him the title; a nasty fruit not even knows his boundaries. He wasn’t even eligible to take part in the competition. It was I who made the way for him to do so. Hmm, monogamous… I curse them; they must die of diabetes and never make a comeback. I had copyright issues with the government and had to do something to prevent it.

The nature told that my color was copied and not adapted from the sun. But those were different times and I had to live myself under the umbrella of lawyer. But after a lot of fights and disappointments, I have been able to survive the fights and now I am independent. Now, the people gave the color my name “O-Range”.

Eat me up and dry me out and then you shall keep me in the table of thoughts in your lavatory. Then feel how fresh it is and can target odor better than any odonil*. And after my skin dries out, flush it and I shall keep the drains clean.

There have been some wise people who make a dust out me and use them as a flavor instead of using it as a fruit at least they are better than those who use me for nothing and throw me at the end of the week.

Know what these days the people have been instrumental in giving their guests a me flavored drink, cause they have seen that it is better than the Coca Cola scam which plays with one’s body if not the soul. Thanks to USA again for making the world know that the world is a great place again if cold drinks are not there. But still, people are not eating oranges just because they feel that getting sick is easier than eating me. Orange juice is a matter of status, eating orange is ‘unsophisticated’ and ‘inhumane’. The savages do that, People must be very sure that the savages aren’t fools then, because they are the ones getting more and more nutrients and you are at the loss.

Hmm, there is one of my varieties that none shall prefer to eat. These humans call it poisons but the intellectuals call it nutritious. I have to know more about it in the recent years to come. But the thing is not being nutritious or not, the thing is … I know if bitter guard be reading this, he shall be amazed to know that he has a counterpart also which is not grown but still survives the lot.

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A human material

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By S.D. Sycther

Well, today even I have come down to the material segment to articulate something. Something which I am and none is concerned about. Yes, I am a material and none can deny the fact from me. It's my birthright to be a material and if somebody has any issues, one can read further.

I wake up in the morning, have some shit out and then sit in the bathroom to clean myself. Then I wake up to the world of fascination. Then I get late and run in a hurry to work for the boss. I run and run and go ahead to catch the last local, only to be late to reach the office. Then the boss screws me up and it has become a habit now.

Then I have to respect the person the whole day who has done enough of screwing things for me. He has insulted me a lot. I am a material who has emotions still has to behave as if one has no emotions at all. The whole day does only one thing, pretend, pretend and pretend and rest is nothing. If you can't pretend you must be doing a lot of hard work and still get punched in your face.

"For time unknown this material has been using logic to solve its problems and making them more and more complex day by day. The human object is dangerous, it has developed a lot of potentials and serves as a threat to other, materials that exist in this world. the only material given the power to use a huge collection of materials is the human material. It can use you badly until you get exhausted. And if you do get exhausted, you are exploited even more. They will pour in some chemical where you will transition into something else, virtually destroying your existence. Although they have this term called individualism that separates them from the rest. So much individualism has led them to become more and more selfish day by day. They have already started starting exploiting each other and soon will pulling each other down to earth and destroy everything." a pen on how this human material was.

"A millions of sense elements given to this organism... Oh sorry... the materials, makes no sense. if they could have given some to me, it would have been really awesome. I would have changed te world altogether. I would have bought forward to the world what these leaders really have in their mind. I would have saved this world before it saved me. None would be allowed to destroy my skins without my permission. Whatever this material feels, it likes to profoundly preach such things. It scribbles rubbish about itself which is not at all important, but it gives me a lot of pain to handle." A diary on humans.

Well, some people here hate me and most of the objects I use, but still, everyone loves me because, at the end of the day, I keep the engine called life running. It is a very mechanical process with a lot of ... 

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Boligrapho’s brother

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By S.D. Sycther

 

Guessed it right, buddy. I can draw thing you think in mind. Yes, I take the credit of not being so bad at expressions but still being his brother, I can be the same with my expressions. Boligrapho was right but he doesn’t get much publicity these days. He is good and very very accurate as the person thinks but he has turned out to be an outdated medium of expression. But let’s leave the nostalgia out for a certain amount of time and focus on me. Blabbering things is my hobby you see.
I can draw things so artistic. The artists love me a lot, they have so much passion for me that even the canvas says please stop. The oils still can’t replace me. I am the boss of this country.
Remember those days, after the slate it was me and you continued to use me until the end of the universe. But then some came and I lost the things. Ah but that a completely different story. You want the boligrapho then you have to use me first this is what the things.
But I am a moody person, I intentionally make mistakes, especially when one tries to make curves and one is not a master of it. I will go here and then take a turn. Then make it moody again. I am not cheap to be given at anybody’s hands. If you can think you must able to express it. The people here know most of the things but, still use me. If you aren’t the master, you have to be the slave. I am independent.
All these years, countless have I have I attended. I have countless accidents, but still, the trust remains. I don’t know you know it or not, but I was discovered by an accident. Thank god, the ship got wrecked and I could finally get a degree of importance I was living for. They kept depressed and used me for batteries and cells. So untidy.
But if you credit me as a sadist, yes I will take that too. I am a damn sadist. I can make you sad like anything. Do you remember that punishment? Yes, you got it right. That punishment helped in creating an atmosphere filled with your mantras. And you return with your hands swollen to be again beaten by your mother.

“Somebody gonna gets hurt real bad.”

Now, they dig the paper finely and fill the trenches with me, and the fools call it a drawing… Ha … Ha… It is much like tattooing except the skin is paper and not human skin. People use me ruthlessly because of my abundance but, they must be careful.

“I am black and I am not harmful”

My friend the charcoal can make any drawing a masterpiece to look at. The masterpiece you shall know better. However, the paper complains a lot these days. It says the charcoal is so harsh on my skin. It is like the tribal form of tattooing.

I can make you smile

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By S.D. Sycther

I can make you smile and I can make you cry. But I wasn’t made to do this. I can smile forever.

“Somebody made me compute things out of my knowledge and his ability.”

I was huge and so huge that even the people were frightened of me. It requires some rooms, at times some buildings to put me on. Such a serious object I was that they even decided to put me on exhibition. Today I myself is a trillion-dollar industry. By the time I am writing this I would have been sold like air. People do care for me. Maybe they won’t get a penny or two but still they will possess me.
But I hate those geeks, they make me cry, they use me like air. Continuous use and rigorous typing and so on. The writers trouble me the most, the pain they give is little but it is continuous as if somebody is needling your body. I have to run like a beast. Day by day, they are increasing my speed like hell. I don’t reckon this at all. The hell like speed is really dangerous. But it is the nimble world you see, there are coolers.
There are cases where the people have ditched their wives just because of me. You see I can be powerful. Billy was a special case, I worked for him and he became rich. But Billy never ditched me. He is still loyal to me. And he should be really rich. I am as common as the door in your room. Maybe delicate by name but not that sophisticated if you consider the below, I lie in the category of ‘cheap’ to a certain extent. The sophistication has really departed. But they are jealous of ‘them’. Although everyone uses me but everyone worships ‘them’. They will abuse me every day and every night but they will again get me and stick with me from the morning to the evening. It is the second housewife of the house. Obviously, the first one sticks with my brother. It is so true I doubt whether we are from the same parents or not. But you can challenge the Steve’s if you use me. You can use me and defeat the queen in performance if not in sophistication. So what are you waiting for?
Steve has gone, he was a principled man. He thought twice and it used to happen. If he didn’t, he used to make it happen. He was a genius, man. He was amazingly genius. Both the Steves were the masters of their time. The gave me a nice name and I stand for them if I stand for quality. They made it same and I can’t be corrupted at all. I am still the master. Although there have been varieties of me, but still, none can replace the king. I can make you smile although at the cost of your sweat. You can get me if you have money, man. If you want to make it, you gotta hack into the system. So What are you waiting for?
But there is still a lot of scope remaining especially in the human comfort system. The humans are never comfortable, we are really elastic beings and love flexibility to the largest extent. Hope you guessed me right?

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By S.D. Sycther

A case

No, no normal case I am. I am one fo the greats here. Without me, you can’t go out in the hot sun, And even if you could manage to go out, you won’t be there thriving for so long. You must be needing me more than anything but less than zephyr. I come in various sizes starting from your thumb to your forearm. And some bizarre state of affairs too, but that’s a different story altogether.
God knows what happens when the case is closed. For me the thirst for lust is never completed, it is just delayed. One needs to find more about it, the quench is a thing that is never conquered. It goes on and goes on. It is like the “Fetch me more” thing from this country. Is temporarily closed just to open it up after a few moments. Sometimes just a matter of minutes.
Those companies put on a big label on me. They wrap the cylinder properly. But of no use, I come out of it very easily. The bound which they create is of no use to me. They have the swag to display their name in 72 or more but I don’t care what they write or do. I simply know that I save the animates and that’s my job. Some people call it life.

“But life is for no use if it is in the air. You must need a case to hold it.”

Still, I am surprised why do they make in different kinds of molds? It is a vista to look at. What could be achieved in a simple cylinder is now made into some awkward shape. These males love flaccid shaped objects. And the name of grips they have provided has given me drag queen like structure. A small head, a narrow waist, and rest is the old shape. The rest two parts look like the boob-booty thing. Anyways, I don’t have any choice to it, but I do have an objection and I don’t want this anymore.
The funny thing happens is the kind of deformation that happens when someone puts hot water inside me. It is a kind of body modification that happens and I kind of love it very much. However there is a chance given to me where I can prove I am living, But who cares, they hide it in the name of science. If that was true, then even Life has science. My response to stimuli is not recorded. But anyways, that’s a lifetime achievement and it requires luck to achieve such status. Not everyone gets this opportunity in his lifetime.

My daily routine

I have to stand, stand and stand. These humans use me for the pleasure whenever they want, then they throw me down. Much like some of them do with their beloved right after they have gained their pleasure. Call it basic tendency or call it selfishness. But this is life.

A dead end

My life can have a dead end. I can be standing and once I am used up completely, they read the following desciption….

“ Crush the ______ after use.”

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The map

Like begets like, money begets honey, life begets ...

By S.D. Sycther

You have started trusting me to the fullest finally. Thanks to the advances of the human race. They have made me the best out of a sheet of a paper. It’s no longer the aptitude of mine to be tested at the hands of the hands of the humans. Everything is accurate here and it is easy for them. I have become smaller than before. Smaller indeed. It wasn’t too many years ago when I was 12’ft of a cartridge, now just a 6” object. More accurate and more user-friendly. The people want me more and more. They are not afraid to be fooled anymore. They take out their guns and start moving here and there. Sometimes they start behaving as if they have been there for long long years. They even quarrel with the locals. But sometimes the practical is ardently different from the reality.
Although I have measured the lengths and breadths of this world. But, this has been less enough. In some of the areas where money hasn’t reached, I haven’t reached. There you shall find me struggling. There comes with the help of locals. They shall lead you to a path, rest is your money and destiny. Throughout the years, It has been learned that the humans mustn’t be trusted because they have emotions and emotions are meaningless in today’s economy. One can exploit them and then earn money. One can’t expect the person to be emotional and simultaneously earn money. This is a difficult problem.
But I wish to travel throughout the world and even through the cores I am hungry and greedy for knowledge. The more I know, the more I become large and the more these lusties are after me. Who doesn’t like to be in demand these days? I took up this profession from my father and have changed it quite a lot of ways. My father taught me the basics like the color code, the keys, the legend, the directions, the latitudes, and longitudes. But the major thing he taught me was the making of sketches. They at many times serve as the primary source of information in the process of map making. Although some may disagree with the fact, but the sketch is more emotionally correct and it is more humane. One can easily pick up the routes, through a sketch, if not through a map on his phone.

But in certain places, they still use me as a secondary source of communication. Things become funny when some woman start handling me. They will ask directions to places they know. Maybe some are looking for excuses. Or maybe there is some other thing to be achieved.
This 6” thing may resemble something else, but it comes in really handy when you loose your way. People can’t blame anymore on the destiny. I could have belittled the role of destiny and god from my life to a certain extent. Maybe someday other materials shall help these humans get the right path…

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The Almirah

Like begets like, money begets honey, life begets ...

By S.D. Sycther

Stay I forever the days shall recall. The vampires know me very well. In every house, I shall stand for long hours and for some long years. But the ages aren’t long for me. Living counterpart is the Banyan, which deserves the most points for similarity with me. Made from Iron, made from wood, if you stand in front of me for hours, you must be standing before the mirror or you must have dubious intentions.
But the mirror is fixed on me is for what, I couldn’t agree. These ugly living creatures walk in and create a lot of havoc around. They will stare at me as if they will have for the dinner tonight. It is troublesome, there is always a chance that someday it will crack and hurt me like anything. The glass always wears down. It has started flowing down and there is a lot of accumulation below it.
I hate when Radha returns home from the hostel. In the only month she stays at home, she troubles me a lot. She shifts from one place to another in the name of interior design. This is very very sick. I must do something to prevent. But I can only say because his monster friend and beastlike brother does whatever she says very aptly. Every time they try to remove me out, I tend to very very adamant and rigid. My legs tend to stick to the ground and don’t even turn or move a little. The wall helps me sometimes and the rest is the theory of relativity. I tend to scratch as I am moved, sometimes I try to stick to the edge of the doors, or hurt them by thrashing their fingers on the door edges, making them bleed for their money. My efforts easily drain some sort of blood and sweat but the monsters are really wild, they by hook or crook get her work done like anything. But at last, I Am the same old victim of the age old human strong will and determination.
Sometimes the new place I am shifted is for the better but most of the times it is for the worse. But, the rest of the family shall be appreciating whatever she does. Being the only member of the family who has managed to reach the graduation level, she is a master of her own class. All the days, wherever am I, whatever am I, she will be there in front of the two mirrors and I have to give a review how she is looking? She will stare like a creep if the response is delayed. Different styles of eyeliner and taking a selfie if she like the craziness she is doing. Some fool has told her that she is beautiful. I tell you she is cheap. The camera has also the same opinion. Sometimes I change the angle and distort her face to a certain degree so that she looks more ugly in the mirror. But sometimes if she has worked too hard or if she goes on through a lot of disappointment, the smile she gives on facing a mirror can easily make my day.
The most irritating thing happens when someone for no reason plays with the handle. The handle makes a lot of noise. If someone tends to work his way through the handle he/she tends to make a lot of noise. A sound that reaches all corners of the room, to which the manufacturers have to say that it has been around the corner to save homes from thefts. It a more success rate than the rest of the security systems.
But, I have been there and technology can’t replace me. Maybe there are substitutes, but my strange size and my features and my era of durability make them feel like an object worth preserving. Maybe I am not mythopoeic but I am realistic…

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Ask me more

Like begets like, money begets honey, life begets ...

Ask me more

By S.D. Sycther

“Hello? Who’s there? May I speak to Vicarage? Hello, Who's there? May...”
Wait woman wait, your ‘would be’ shall come one day. He is with his future-ex now.
The real answer: Vicarage has gone to the market with his parents. If you have any message, you can leave for him.
“You liar, Vicarage” as the reply is harsh, knows me and knows Kali. But we can do anything. This is materialistic world and here papers and documents are more valuable than the life itself. So what’s the official answer? “ Vicarage is with his parents namely Emily. Ask me more
Ask me more Lady and you shall get some more answers. Ask about sometimes, even I am handsome. I don’t cheat on anyone.
Sitting there and chanting out the same repetitive monotonous syllable. This is what I was made for. But I can give the sense of false hope. I can never hurt someone, the only thing I can do is love, love and love. The job is like a clerk the answers may be boring but the replies aren’t.
Some are given below:
“you are always out, you just don’t want to talk to me, that’s it.”
“um!(teasing) gone with parents, never grow old! You be with parents… May your parents and be with them.”
“What about me! Hey! Listen let’s go to the cinema, it has been a long time.”
“ At least pay attention to your answer tone. Do update that.”
“You go to hell after that. You M***********, f*** you”
And there are much more. Why am I employed here, when the job of mine is fail and tell lies to fail to say the truth. Sitting idle but attentive like the sniper, I glue my eyes on the landline. Whenever there is some movement I quickly detect and fire my lies on him, However, my aims do hit but the person doesn’t die. In other words, I have become an old technology. I don’t know how they look but from the voice, I can judge the symmetry in their voice. And none can lie to me, but I can’t speak, I can only detect. It is like having money and fame but one has to lose them all.
But this didn’t stop me and I didn’t commit suicide. I am living my life, I have discovered my sources of entertainment and attraction. The microphone finds me attractive and we together work to make it the family called the landline.

The love story

I found her too attractive, she was kissed by many and this made me jealous, which held me to fall in love with her. We stayed in the same building, she stayed on the bottom floor and I preferred the top one. All these days, when he wasn’t home, there was nothing more to do except enjoying the rains by staring at eyewash other. These humans have created cruel relationships. But the nature law wins it finally. And we are together.

The grief

The technology has changed and money has visited his house, So It’s time to get out and die, So ask me more…

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Broken Bangles

Like begets like, money begets honey, life begets ...

By S.D. Sycther

When they seem to have the keys to the prison, why don't they open it up? Why does she have to cry? What has she done? Why are you being so harsh? Everything is done is by her hubby and she has absolute no role in it. She wants nothing except a life with dignity. But they came in and removed her vermilion mark while they broke me. Who the hell gave them the right to so? Yes, I am the most independent person in this planet. I have my own virtues. You all had bound her in your limits and not I. You only told her to wear me and now you separated me from her. It was a different kind of affection and unique kind of relationships that had been developed between us. He left him, you separated me. What do you people think? I don't have a job or I don't work hard or something. I have a job 24x7 and this is not at all embarrassing to you people. But someday you shall know what it feels to be a bangle.
It is a painful experience, my whole regiment got thrashed at once and this is quite embarrassing to me. Whatever it is they must not thrash me on the stone. It is quite disastrous to me. It is painful, swain, sometimes her gore comes out and she is hurt like anything. I can't see her crying. She was so happy when she wore me in for the first time. She was the happiest person alive. Who knew she had to leave me so easily. The society didn’t come to put it up but now it has come to put it down. So much injustice to me. The hair has had it even worse.
“I stayed with her since my childhood, she wrapped me with pride. I was the reason she made the things possible. She wasn’t beautiful at all, it was all me. I provided her the illusion that she was so cavalier of since time immemorial, Nobody even looks at her. Now, something has happened and suddenly I am 4 mm from 4 feet. Whenever the air blows down, it reminds me of the past.” said the depressed hair follicle who somehow has managed to survive the war,
Some twists and turns and falls and fevers, everything was resisted by me, but something wasn’t resisted it was this. I never broke, for 15 years this North Indian was steel intact, although made of glass. This is what quality is, chosen from the best ores in the country, I am an example of excellent craftsmanship around the world.
In that civil war, there was almost none who could survive without serious injuries. May be it was me, who could survive to tell a tale. Instead of taking to the hospital for repairs they make us go to the dustbin and our last rites are held there.
“13th February 2015: bangles are broken as 23 year old dies in trauma.” Times News…

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The letter

Like begets like, money begets honey, life begets ...

By S.D. Sycther

Lying there for many days so you can use the word idle for me. I am the idlest person on this planet. Traveling for longer distances than you can imagine, I came to your house and get rid of myself in a few glances. In some days, I am passed to the archive file, then to the reserves, then to the storeroom, next to the flood again and either someday io flies to freedom or is given to the dust collector. If they are cruel then thy do this to me --- Thy sells me with the other less important ones for the weights shall speak the rest.

But I am quite jealous of her, she is too nice to be original. she will be always placed in the most secret areas of the world. She will be kissed and preserved and shall never die. Might the persons leave this world, but she doesn't. She is passed to the further generations as an example. The decoration is awesome, the loveliest things in the not so loving world, whatever, I don't care. She comes home early in the times when everything is well between the two. there are cries, there are emotions, there are dirty expressions, there are physical terms, there is fascination, there is coming closer, there are private moments, there are thousands of dreams but there is one thing which is the most special moment manufactured in this world.  The moment of nostalgia is the best. Tose are the ones so emotional as if emotions are leaking out the letter. I can smell the emotions, it is strong enough to seduce one. I get mad at some of those, This guy relly writes some of the greatest letters ever produced. Might be he hires some professional guy. The girl doesn't seem to understand a bit of the emotion that the guy has to offer. She is just busy with her materialistic things that bring no rest, that brings no peace. Someday teaches her "Beauty doesn't come with the brains". She is the least bit intelligent but still is lovely. Tons of mistakes in her expression. The spellings and grammar tend to go haywire. People are confused what to do and what to do next. But still, with all those errors and mistakes, the letter smells nicest.

But there is another side to this, which is very confusing and disastrous. maybe I shouldn't give the description. " ... that day she came to my house and she somehow managed to look into secret compartments. All attempts to stop her seemed to have failed as hse was clever and not beautiful. we were in danger if death. She read me wholly and tore me in front of him... tore a bunch of our men and converted them into the smallest bits possible. this wasn't the end of torture, she decides to burn and then the ashes were cremated. With that cremated were his hopes, his desires and his ... These cheaters cause such issues, men shall be men at the end of the day." 12/12/2016 on life and death.

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Paintings don't lie

Like begets like, money begets honey, life begets ...

Paintings don't lie

By S.D.Sycther

There hung I for years and years to come but you don't see me. Piscator painted it, became old and died after a few years. But still, you don't see me. You are seeing a canvas, you were seeing the canvas and if times are really bad, you just see the frame and walk off. I lie hung and hung day by day, year by year and decades long. I live somewhere in his heart. People lie when they say it is great. My mother sold me in the auction for a bill of paper. Piscator shall be by my mother and I would be loving him. Maybe my mother is a male but that's not a matter of concern. He is my mother even if the mother ends. For his happiness, I can give my life. He has just sold me for he was a lonely guy without money. His art can't be valued by his poor countrymen. throughout his life, he has produced many many paintings. We all are trying out best so that we can give a little bit of money to our mother. We stand erect in the slave trade for hours and hours every day. However, at night we do rest. We slack a little and some of us do swing in the air and gazing at each other is a common thing. Love is the thing that binds us together.
We both stare at each other for hours and hours. And none could catch us, but we could just stare and nothing else. We should have been dong more than just staring. But we can lie in emotions and true love is that.
I can't stand, it feels like taking his tongue off, when someone says that he is the one who does the jobs wrongly. Also, when they doubt the capabilities of my mother. Maybe you didn't understand what was expressed, but that doesn't mean you will criticize it without any reason. May be you have different taste but that doesn't make anyone's taste bad at all.
Since childhood, I wanted to be a canvas but when I saw that is half the job was done and you aren't complete unless you are tattooed up, so decided to tattoo. Tatoo is like the graduation certificate. It did feel a bit stiff when he was applying that white wash over me, but now it feels completely natural when I find myself now in the mirror. there were some scars and itching too, but they were gone as soon as the people learned that you became used to it after some time. and the atentionI got After tattooing myself was awesome. I can't believe it until now. I absolutely love it. The tattoo made me complete and now I get the goth 's attention. the girls gonna crazy after me. the life is beautiful now.
Mom, but it has been many days I have seen you, you have been out of the town since many days. Maa, do come to see me. these rich keep good caretakers who take care of our form. they are dead people. they don't love us. we are just the visual fillers. they don't talk to us, learn about us and our feelings. We have a fever but at the most, the caretaker gives us a touch of his already deceased cloth. he has no mercy. However, the owner shows concern about me here. Maa, can you listen, my new master is not that bad. However there is a bad news since he has got a promotion, he has decided to get me a new place, yes he is shifting me to the storehouse. But I am happy, hew has promised me that he will bring my brother to this house, and you know paintings don't lie.

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The lone says ...

Like begets like, money begets honey, life begets ...

By S.D. Sycther 

Fig.1:Lonely lies the king

The lone says I'm alive and I am alive again. Nobody owns me. Nobody wants me. But I want the helpless. I am the only person who shall be there for you buddy. I have given my sunrise for you. I have taken care of nothing. Won't go the person who has the riches who has the money. It isn't possible. But the strange thing is I don't have emotions, may be due to this thing I am able to company the poor. People can be wonderful but there is someone fo the poor also and that is me. Am with the war child, am with the painful, am with the deceased and am from the graves and I am for the train yard. I perceive what goes in the minds of the brave. Know what it feels when someone leaves you and you are deserted completely. Since childhood had taught me many many things and since childhood I have known many many things, know there lies a luxury in the minds of the poor and not hunger accompanies really in the minds of the hungry.
Even I wasn't abandoned earlier, I have become myself now. She was here in my life but she was frustration and she broke up me for the 'Depressed'. She subsists with their only son "Happiness". But now I have lots of time and lots of time to pass. There is life now and the rest is better. Have been doing my best now. Can focus on me. But the humans require me the most. I think after air, I am the person who is in pursuit. The world is harsh and it is harsher day by day. Lonely lives the earth all these days but not I am lonely anymore. It is very difficult to love oneself. It is even more challenging to work in noise. So silence is wonderful. I have given my lesson on speculation and free speech to the greatest people in the business. If you grasp me better, you apprehend self-realization the best. I can be ascertained at the cost of desertion. It is not easy to find me sometimes. But you will find me in some place for sure, Ya, truly it is the toilet. One can always find me in the toilet. Some people find peace only here. There is nothing more than loneliness that can teach you wonderful things. One can focus on oneself rather than wasting this beautiful life. You know"company is necessary, but having company every time can lead to dangerous consequences. You are away from yourself. you know the world but still, you don't know yourself. So be with me sometimes. You will learn to blabber like me. Although, I am surprised that too much loneliness gets you absolute selfishness. But there is an exception to this because people are selfish still, they aren't so lonely. They are the ones who happen to socialize. But at the end of the day, you are lonely. The world doesn't give a shit about you. The world is there to utilize your resources, to exploit you and then show sympathy.
5:00 am you have to wake up and show them you are happy so that you get a company because the purpose is not defined.

Secrets to hide, a lie on your side

Like begets like, money begets honey, life begets ...

By S.D. Sycther

Secrets to hide, a lie on your side. Every day he opens the computer and sees me first. he created me forever to remember. I am like his girlfriend. I like to keep all his secrets enclosed. I have known things even his family doesn't know. The secrets I hide, Lie on my side, not yours. Every morning when Sycther wakes up and tries to talk to his only friend, he has to pass through me, because he has no other choice. I am the pleasure for him and chastity for others. Unlike women, I grow up more and more beautiful as I get older. As I get hotter, I become more and more beautiful day by day. So he gives me new piercings every 6 months. It shows how tough I am and makes me more mysterious. You see I am the reason for this suspense. This suspense makes the document more and more valuable.
I may look creepy and complicated at the first sight but I am very soft hearted and the most polite if you are right. I never lie, I never cheat. Even if I am sacrificed, I stick to the basics and my principles.
But there is always one day when he forgets me and that brings trouble for him. I can't be biased even though I love him, but this is my profession and he has to give the entrance tests to ... Ha...Ha..Ha... And you get only three attempts.

There are only two outcomes if the situation is worse or it is the worst. In both the cases, you have to add more piercings. Either you have to get the password correct in the given three chances else surrender. In golden days, one has to reset everything and if the backup wasn't there one had to lose it. Yes, I am serious, one had to lose it. These days they have other options as well, they have the security question which is another of the secrets being revealed to me. Or some may try to access your emails to save you. But one has to get into a little bit of trouble for it especially if it is the bank accounts and affairs like that.

Some people like to call me 'open sesame', some pronounce me 'watchword', parole, countersign, key, keyword, ticket, phrase, or as simply a word.


My importance has increased to the largest extent these days, you can't go anywhere and get a recognition without me. you see they have made couple pass entry compulsory. When I come to life, I am stronger than a bouncer. But you could never know since I would never tell, What it exactly feels to be a "password", the elder brother of captcha these days. I replaced the humans in terms of trustworthiness but the technology replaces me today. The biopics have come in and the people are increasingly putting it in their systems. Know what people have again started calling themselves"Angutha chaap".

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The Spikes

By S.D. Sycther

The spikes
" Mamma. I have come first in the class. Will you get me a ... I mean the spikes shoes. they have been lingering around on them since time immemorial. They have donned them like the studs. I have to take them and buy them and do them, I have to get them, mum. Oh, mom. Last year I got 2nd in the race due to that. I have done less and got really little. I have tried hard this time and should win, Ma... Oh, Ma... I love that 'Dragon Racer', it is the best and it delivers magical speed. I have had it less but ma.. spikes is what that comes with the medal. It is one of the decisive factors that have led to my defeats. Ma, it is like going to the war with the bow and the arrows against the Air force. Maa! Oh, Master of Arts... Those shoes are beautiful, Artium Magister. from the beginning of my life, I have been behind it... My friends make fun of me ma... Ma, I am feeling inferior due to this. Ma, since long time I have been yelling to get it, and now see my feet is not at all increasing, we will buy a larger shoe, it will last for year. Oh ma, Now I am in sixth, ma the girls laugh at me and my fans have reduced to a certain extent. The shoe for running is highly deficient in terms, the sole has worn out, the braces have gone wild, it has become a punk version, tears and things that I don't have words for. there are stains the time has left on this. even the shoe seems to stop me from wearing this. It says "Run barefoot, I know I have to get it done. But the things aren't true for me. ma, you had promised that before. See, I have got 95% and you have got me nothing again. It is like you break the promise every time. Ma.. I love running more than I love Studying ..." ,the middle-class topper.
Yes, I am cool, you see, the people are mad at me. they have become obsessed. Look at the beauty that I have. My beauty is unsolved and this beauty is ever growing. I am the perfect athlete. The skinny and the tight I am, you see this is the era of the leans and the leans shall win and the obese shall lose. I can be lethal, man, the spikes are better than the studs at all level. It is the man's shoe. Only the lumberjacks shall understand me. And the studs, well they are useless in front of me. The tiger print on me, the tight laces, the nails, the thinnest sole, and all things go hand in hand when they are made of gold.
The Bolt has done it right every time, he kisses me before and after the race and I try my best not to deceive him to the least. He is a true man. The champion's choice every time, any normal human gains the speed of the cheetah and the only reason is me.
Amongst all blabbering there came in a writing and that shocked everyone.
https://youlookfab.com/welookfab/topic/pointy-toed-shoes-am-i-the-only-one-who-cant-wear-them

Sickle or coward or simply a crescent

By S.D.Sycther

Sickle or coward call you many many names but I am present is most of the savoir-faires. You can use me for the missions that you don't even know. You can use me for various why and wherefore, right from the cutting of grass or harvests or a hook or ... Can' t dig into the past, anymore. Or you can see me as a shape of a falling moon who has forgotten the promise of reality, who has failed to live up to the expectations of the human race. Or you can tell me the "Id ka chand..." some people call it, by the way. But the shape is fascinating to the mortals. If I am taking the credit for all the services to humanity, I also take the responsibility of killing the beasts of tomorrow. Of course, they were for promoting the law and order. But, still, there has to be the solution to something. Some people's first choice is me. They love me so much that they can't live without me. I am the life and the life is me. They may not believe in their scions but they trust what my stroke can do. Be it the katana or the katta.
"The tractors have come in but I still prefer to write down the scripts with these, because the librettos have given life to this more scripts and more stories. They have been writing our fate since times immemorial. I was 9 years old when my father introduced me to the pen, The techniques he taught me are still being used today, hold it tight, 'grab it by the thumb and slice it down smoothly', and time time time... magic will happen. The crops are ready, man. They are like the ink pen, they come with a feel. They make you self-dependent, they make you liberate. It is the sickle and it is never sick.
And sharpening them is a joy on its own. You have to get the kits in and wear the regular gloves, then like the stone age, rub it off. Rubbing it off against the stone produces the glint of joy as if the sickle loves the feel but not more than me. It is like the team going on its mission to make you great again " A gross farmer, from his finest fields.
But some call me the coward and some 'the destroyer of economies'. I have been associated with the communist countries but this hasn't been a good association. I wasn't involved in the destruction, it was the thunderous policies that were responsible for it. But the capitalists and the west have started hating me. and after the Korean incident, I fear that I may be overthrown as a symbol. I may be called as an omen and the superstitious Americanos will remove me from the map. But I don't want to die too early. Come humans at least do something for "me" if not for "you".

But, I will be the favorite of the middle east, they will never consider me an omen. I am a good sign and they find it a joyful sight to look at, at least once in a year.
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Jelly Belly

Stiffness overloaded

By S.D. Sycther

"Crush me hard and then stroke me with your hands, and then leave me alone, I shall come to you again. I shall return to you and find myself being manhandled. I love all these things man. I love submitting to you. You squeeze too hard. But never you come in times of need. You are a greedy person, but this greediness calls me in to serve you at the best. Crush me hard, defeat me thousand times, I shall compromise but I shall never stand defeat. You can never defeat me. I am unbreakable. You can at not time cause pain, my heart is strong as the steel, may be steel got bent but my heart nevermore..." The red ball on his desk., on being asked about motivation. Yes, today let me boast. I have no edges but have many sides.

He stood on the front line at times of the rage, the master didn't thrash him to the wall. He always does that. He always submits physically but emotionally never does he do that. Some people refer to him as the illegal, liar, cheat, and is often exploited with the scissor or some really harsh treatment given to him. But criticism is the thing he is best at handling. Again, nobody can defeat him here. Adjectives can fatigue themselves and the people can consider themselves fools and dictionaries incomplete, but the nonviolent is always silent. His silent protests remind me of the Indian independence movement. the jelly hasn't ever hurt anyone. And he doesn't cooperate so easily. Maybe he had read the "My experiments with truth" or some books related to that. He knows all the tactics and can handle the rebellion very well. the jelly hasn't cheated but it is still called a cheater because it gives false hopes of believing that he will cooperate with the people, but really does it? Never he doesn't do these things . He always stern and the people have to change their minds. It is one own fight, right or wrong doesn't matter. One has to fight the war. That's it, your fight must be strong. As long as you are there, you will be there, and you are gone means your fight is gone which results in you got defeated and people always want the wrong to be defeated. So history has the rest of the answers.
"He has been serving for years, now. I have to watch for it. He has helped me during the meta carpel syndrome. He had the medium hardness setting. it is due to him, I have been able to write again. I have been able to think without trouble again. And today it is he who has been behind the success of mine. He has been great." Master on me.
Quite a boasting character have I, it is the side effect of being the ultimate Martian. This red color never makes me grown after so many wars and so many disasters, I have been still fine and time may destroy me but it is not so easy, my dear.
"Jelly belly, jelly belly made you my day; Jelly belly, jelly belly do I whatever you say..."

Clever Inputs

By S.D. Sycther

Fig no.1 Eraser Rubi over the years

Sometimes things get sabotaged of their own. here is such an paragon. Ruby, the eraser worked for 3 years for Mr. Hilsmith, the man who used him to the fullest. But that wasn't the accusation. She gave rise to many many progenitures during the course of her lifetime. She didn't count how many and how many will be surviving? But, this was something that really didn't matter to her as she was busy raising her position in the company. She was career oriented and never liked any other music. The taste of graphite is mesmerizing to her. She can't forget that. Every time, the pencil was in his metacarpus, she got turned on. It was a sight to see him performing mistakes. Although she used to change color but the taste of graphite has been... "If it was the better luck this time moment"; occasionally she got to taste the Charcoal too. it wasn't that sweet but it was rough. Really scraggy to touch, to lick and to enjoy. He is so masculine. Somebody may try not to get lost in that but one has to helpless. On the other hand, Graphite was something very smooth, it could be tasted every day, since it wasn't that harmful. Charcoal gives much more pain but it gives much more pleasure too. The other ingredients were the paper smell. Rubi particularly didn't like the smell of handmade paper, although there was different feel attached to it. It helped her going into deepest states of mind. She always likes the exchange of energy and this made her the favorite. She knew various techniques to glide along the surface. This made her the best among others. But the major demur was to be in shape.
 
"I used to mutilate her from time to time just to make sure that she retains that beautiful curve. This beauty has many modifications behind it. She loved the pain which was caused due to it. She was an amazing performer. She used to stick to the hand and cleverly rubbed the extra edges without anyone even noticing it. A micro precision only digital can match. Sometimes there were times when she went over wrong lines. But one can always manage the greed. Who isn't greedy here?. She was durable too. She cleaned herself quite nicely. The edges were automatically smooth, it was highly non-dust. And smudging was totally out of question. it wasn't the same when the kajal was being handled but used her for those purposes only. It was used intentionally to smudge and create the smoky art effect. However Rubi got ill after that and could perform really well, I never used it for those purposes again. Also, she was rusted a little, yo know aging sets in.. In  her later years, she was not utilized much but was confined to graphites and occasionally charcoal, since it was her favorite..." quoted Hillsmith, artist, and blogger who works for the 'here goes the WORLD" magazine.

She remembers the journey of being lost and found again. she was lost once, she fell on the floor, then went with the wind, then a day came when a small boy stole it only to be returned by mistake by her mother, but ultimately she lost to the time and age and youth never came back...
Died she 8th December 2016 and became diminished with the time forever...

Speaks the clock tonight

It's our time now...

By S.D.Sycther

Speaks tonight!!!

“May I speak and the walls hear tonight because Here I speak and the time goes night. Left I in the darkness love shall define, And moreover, these years had enough to refine.” I say nothing except all day hung on the wall and doing absolutely nothing except for telling how many hours one has lost in his day. Yes, I can cause repentance and people often usher me with the amount of words that aren’t natural at all. Especially the quality of words they are using. They find such words for the remotest corner of the dictionary and some of them are accredited to them only. Amid all criticism, the work keeps going on to the end. I have to be very careful in things I do. Because consequences don’t drive me. 'Much mechanical and regulatory work with little or almost no accuracy'. I have to work till fatigue and have no other choice. Yes with the limitation of conditions like dehydration and out of energy. But come on, even we also need fuel after all. I am not nonliving like the black hood. I have life and I am animating. They have those false pendulums that digital world has to offer to provide the relish of vintage along with the modern.
"She has curved edges,the golden tails with that bob look amazing on her. She was the Miss carnival 2016. Her numbers are smooth and she deserves the credit for her work experience. She has been intact on the walls since the 1980s and constant modification had been done on her. After 25 minor transplants and surgeries, she looks just fine as any other 12-year-old girl of her species. She has crushed hearts of visitors and has been doing this in recent ages like never before. She has the audacity to be the most generous person in this world. A will to kill, she has been a dictator and a crusader for the time killers. She has been the greatest of all. Her alarm chokes are really unique, even after som many years she has been alarmingly wonderful in killing sleep." As quoted by Sherylen Holmes, correspondent, 'Love birds'.
I am not boasting at all you see, it is Sherylen. Growing up with the technology has been so awesome. It has screwed up things such as the feel and the nostalgia but it has built in more self-confidence and kept the aging process really far away. And it has been awesome, never wanted to age up any day. I have to learn and learn and learn to adapt to the newest surroundings possible. I have to be the best that's it.
"I have been so accustomed to her that I can't wake up when she has a fever, it is like she has become a part of my life. She has done many things for me. and things have been really awesome. I have never considered replacing my beloved but gifted her the best possible ornament that time has offered this humanity. She is like my mother and the dearest to me after she has passed away. Today I stand here is one because of her and another because of her. It is quite rightly said, there is a woman behind the success of every male. My dear Liz, I love you." John, Liz's current lover, her past lover, her lover in future too.
 

Back in the Blackhood.

by S.D.Sycther

I kept squealing that day and nobody listened to. It was he who got the pieces done for the worse. The guy comes and punches some holes inside me, then disappears to the company of loneliness. I don't know why I am so lonely. The sweet child of mine never comes and visits me. I have to do all the things on my own. And talking of maintenance, the undead is worst at it. they seldom do care about what I do. They seldom take a look at themselves, what will they care about me. It happens when you have nothing to lose. Yu don't give a shit about it. The soil here is uncultivated since eons and it has been such since time immemorial. These fools don't ken the meaning of fertile. I am the most fertile land in the universe and these people are dwindling me. I don't know what to say. Hereabouts resides some wildlife but none knows it.
 Harik, the man-eater comes sometimes in search of food. I feed a life hither. I have fed some professions and selfless expressions of mine have been great. I was illiterate my whole life, still, I know what they say while they bring in the dead. Sometimes they feed Harik but he is till the man-eater. he eats felt of morgue. He consumes them as if they are the most delicious things of one's life. He doesn't have any future but he has a present. he says living in the present is the must. He has very few needs, he only consumes what he needs and forgets things he never wants. He must be clever and the rest must be fools. He wishes he doesn't get death but isn't afraid of it. He is like the ghost, who doesn't fear death. Something in him makes me like him. I find that dirty and unhygienic man attractive. He is the manliest object, I have ever seen hither. he is like me, we can be the best couple ever. but nature has said different things.
(Somebody is crying so hard.) Who's that, who is crying so hard. Oh, that child is shouting as hell. Her mother left him here. What a place she has chosen to leave her child. Instead, she could have thrown him into the fire. at least there was fire to save him. Now there is none to save him. It is just me who can't even move. Some ghost please take custody of him. The baby is crying too hard, man.
Undertaker! Oh, undertaker! where are you? Just take care who's there at the gates. This cremator always rests in peace. he is in more peace than the people in the graves. I don't know this is the bet job ever or not. But if I weren't a black hood, I was an undertaker for sure. He is so amused in his world. he doesn't fear the lone. he doesn;t fear the ghosts at all. there is something great about him than even the bravest can't see.
That day the Gervais came here and they were much happy about it. I couldn't grasp the fact they were  happy while they burrying the body. The theme should be mourning but the theme was wealth. The display of wealth had killed him and the wealth was responsible for snatching away his funeral. Sometimes I feel it is better to be Harik at least you don't get cheated on your funeral.
Sometime in future, back in the black hood everyone has to come...