Shaadi Ki Bees Sal Baad…
Remember in the old Bollywood movies from the 70s and 80s, there was always that ‘Bees Sal Baad’ edit where suddenly everything in the movie would change? Everyone would be older or all grown up. The characters would have different lives, the very mood of the movie would change.
Whilst we wait for big babies to blow up the world and the Earth’s crust to eat itself, maybe we should wrench ourselves away from our Facebook feeds for one last go at fixing things.
I’m pissed off at the future! Not the future that is to come, but the future that was to be. The one we’ve actually ended up with today.
The short story that isn’t.
Collision course to catastrophe or keeping it real and rocking?
Sitting and caressing a cup of cocoa, thoughts of life, the universe and how 42 was definitely not the right answer, start creeping into the remaining cells of the grey matter now thinly stretching across the vast empty cavern of my rattly old skull.
‘Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts.’ Albert Einstein.
He was so right. Now more than ever. Here’s a rambling rant proffering reasons why.