Sometimes goes by a glance on her breasts; sometimes when wasted with booze you say, “Do you wanna do it?” or at the best scenario when dancing with your lovely wife, you’d brush her lips with yours and would softly whisper in her ear, “Do you want to make a baby?”

The condom breaks; at that blurry moment of drunkenness you forget to use one and not before the next morning is that you realize you should have used it; or again at the best scenario you get what you had a whim for…

Oh, yea… The baby is born.

We’re all born on the will of an Adam and an Eve. With a joyous moment, we’ve moved through a shaft with millions of other fellas of which only one was the (un)fortunate to reach the Fallopian Tube. Though it comes not to our recollections, we’ve fought hard to be the first one in the swimming contest! :-D

I, myself, believe in the evolution and see man no more than an intelligent being, no need to mention that I see spirituality pure crap! And so suppose the reproduction itself, basically natural for man; but…

This ‘but’ is all this note is being written for. The one ‘but’ that questions me writing and you reading this. In other words this ‘but’ is going to see what in the name of fuck we’re doing here!

Let’s say there’s a  contest in which the winner gets a prize and ones who fail are to be punished. Kinda like a lottery, I mean. I say, you can’t force one to take part in this game and if you do, it’s no fair. Then considering the so-called “Lord” all kind, just and merciful; there can’t be a heaven or a hell!

***

So, the baby grows up.

If he/she’s all healthy and his Adam and Eve are rich financially, living in peace, he/she spends a great deal of his life in relief.

Alas… Few do!

Many are born with congenital disorders and have to live their life and grow old with ‘em. They must suffer a whole life, not being able to see, hear, walk or speak like others. Innocent!

Many are born and immediately put on the pavement, ending up in an orphanage. Forever bearing the titles ‘orphaned’ and ‘bastard’. Innocent!

Many are born to grow up and be the onlooker of two of them, shouting curses. Seeing the Eve getting beat by Adam. Going to a corner they raise their tiny hands and whisper (the way no one could hear) to a God that doesn’t exist, “God, please, make them stop fighting!”. Innocent!

Many are born to get used to Adam and Eve. To begin loving them, be dependent to them. And when Adam and Eve get a divorce they go along. Poor things love them both. He/She misses the one that’s not living with him/her. And he/she can do nothing. Few survive undamaged! The others make criminals outta themselves. Some end up hung by a rope! Innocent!

Many are born to see others in nice clothes, expensive cars and this-and-that while they themselves don’t have a roof to live under. Obligated to labor just to have something to eat. Obligated to waste all the talents they’ve got. Innocent!

***

As said, no one is to criticize animals for what they do, regardless of the consequences. But that intelligent being (us), is responsible for what he/she does.

It makes me go nuts when those who object the tradition of “Eye for the Eye!” and say no one is allowed to take life from another human, simply let themselves give life!

Let’s finally get to the point and ask, “Why on the earth would we want to have a baby?”

Is a whim enough to bring someone to this world by force? How dare we make an innocent being go through all of this?

What’s the point? What are we, ourselves, living for? Is there a goal or something? Or we just believe in a bunch of crap? The great beyond, the greater good! :) )

I don’t know if there was a condom or not

I don’t know if I was meant to come or it was a joyous act that accidentally brought me

I just live! :|

Do the same if you can…

Kill yourself otherwise!

The only boundaries are the ones you make!

Inception

Posted: December 24, 2010 in Series and movies, Thoughts
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I was three, I guess, when the idea flashed in my mind.

Pretty amazed I was of my dreams and the thought wouldn’t leave me

That what would happen if I dream while dreaming… Dream in dream! And what if I’m already dreaming when I THINK I’m awake!

One may say pretty big philosophic bite for a three-years-old-kid’s mouth. But the truth is, kids scrutinize things they see. Living in this chaos has made us oblivious to the wonders we face every second of our life. By paying a bit of attention, you can see our little ones gawking all the time, trying to make sense outta this chaos!

Anyway… As said, the idea was not new to me but the fantasy is one of my favorites and the condition that “I would dream if I sleep” is pleasant! Maybe pushes me off the edge when I stay up late! :D

But the point is… What if we’re already dreaming? What if there’s an unlimited series of dreams that we’re at the bottom of. The very last layer of dream and yet when we sleep we go even deeper and deeper.

Maybe each time we wake up, we’ve spent thousands… I dunno… billions of years!

Smells like bullshit, huh? :)

Or let’s go backward for a little bit and be the gawking kid we used to be.

What the fuck is DREAM?

I spent a great deal of my life believing in spirituality till I found myself misled and lost my faith… my so-called faith that was inherited from my father and his was from his father and so on. But ever since, there are things I can’t explain…

It has occurred to me several times that what we know as reality and dream crossed ways. For example, in my dream I’m seeing a train that is going to run over my leg. The very second it hits, my cousin in real world kicks my leg. Or dream of a spinning wheel, the second it stops, the phone in the real world rings.

Maybe it’s a false illusion our brain causes or I don’t know it’s the soul getting back to the body.

All is a mysterious complex!

Good Dreams

Or good waking up(s)! :D

Yalda

Posted: December 23, 2010 in Occasions
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In the land I live in, there’s a traditional ritual in which people celebrate the Winter Solstice and call it Shab-e Yalda or Shab-e Chelle!

Pomegranate and melon are known for being served in this special night. People stay up late and spend it by reading poems, mostly of the great poet, Khaje Mohammad Hafez Shirazi. Usually men gather at the greatest man of the family’s and celebrate the night there.

This year I had it with my lads, though mom insisted that I have to be home (and a big load of complaints afterwards :-D ). We went to Shabnam’s, a friend of mine and had the birthday party of my other friend, Behnam too!

Though we didn’t have booze, it was fun with all the dancing, jellies, nuts, pomegranate and melon.

We  also broke the habit and read Shamloo (another great poet) instead of Haafez.

In the end, Shabnam said something I hadn’t heard of. That the myth says, Shab-e Yalda (Winter Solstice) is the day Sun was born and it hypothetically is Sun’s birthday.

Happy birthday Sun! Love ya!

The mischievos Lord

Posted: December 6, 2010 in Bullshit

He’s doing us all, over and over! The lord, you see…

Beware, thousands of Christs are to be born!