Wretched protocols!
First, they create borders. Borders intentionally made as thin as a sheet of ice. As invisible to the naked eye as the elves on Earth. They challenge to walk along these borders. You fall over the edge. You learn it the hard away. You swear never to repeat it. Then it happens all over again.
Latest substianted evidence of this theory:
These architects of this cruel stage play called "Your Deplorable Life"....They take one of those dudes, straight out of the "Your kind of a guy" factory (Mass customized operations prevalent here, of course...At least, that's the one presumption that I hope does not get annihilated)..They predictably throw a plausible background to him...IT dude with an overdose of Bangalorean-ness (Y'know...carrying an overdose of contempt of crowded trains, places being miles apart et cetera)...Implementing yet another "We-cannot-do-without-it" application (which will gradually gather cobwebs in its internal algorithm and soon the only hints of its existence would pop up when potential shareholders or overtly inquisitive auditor digs deep down the "operating expenses" bit of the company's P&L)....And they strategically plant him a couple of cubicles away from you....You, as anticipated, would walk into the 'man-trap'...First with coy glances which climbs the forthrightness charts slowly, steadily and willfilly...Then, due to accusatory glances and sometimes angry retorts from (so-called) friends nearby, you try to pipe it down...Sometimes, even that the ugly reminder of you already being hooked pops up, only to be squashed like a bug...And so...soon, this small crush takes a larger than life form and these architects put on their impish smiles and bring one more cruel twist to the tale...They move the puppet (Otherwise known as the oomph guy) to a cubicle in some farthest corner, to where you cannot venture to, cuz you would have no excuse to contrive in order to go there! So, the sine curves that your high school teachers tried so much to get through to your head flashes before you with a bell pin on the biggest crest with an IDEO Locator saying "You are here"...And then, you pass many a days without the pleasures of a heavenly distraction..And then right when you think your life is moving along its straight line, which refuses to get out of the pits...They fling another boomerang right at you...This dude finds his way to your desk, makes conversation deliberately ( It's a saturday and no one else is around in the vicinity..so he couldn't have come for anyone else)....So the straight line called your life makes another straight-line trajectory to the peak and you are overwhelmed with this abrupt attack of that rare emotion named ecstacy...Oh no, just when the thought crosses my mind that "life is not that bad after all", I stumble upon that anticlimatic hurdle placed - He has come to tell me he's leaving...His implementation is done...
And so, I am left waiting for the next snare to come my way.
There are instances where the recall function in your memory could have been of some help, if you had ever planned on using it..You would then recognized the drill...The border is close by...You are gonna tip over...You could have shunned away, averting your eventual downfall...You could have either chosen to "Hell No!" and get back to base camp (Boyfriend is camped there!) or you could brave the onslaught and go out charging...But naay! You follow the protocol religiously..to perfection! One more time....
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Now...there's an allegory thats all too gory...the roller coaster ride with expectations on the climb up and the taste of the lunch you had mixed with your bile on the way down...your head screams for hours (sometimes days) after the ride but let enough days pass and you feel you actually enjoyed the experience...the sine curve that never went into my head!
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