Politics of the Terrace
Prima facie a terrace is just some, of the very few uninhabited square feet of a building.
It is also where cats take dead pigeons to eat, and hobo's frequently make their home for a couple of weeks before being discovered and discarded.
But, in a housing society a terrace is precious - Strange, considering the animal kingdom is at its wildest there.
Recently I found that the lock I had secured the terrace was broken, and a new one was put in its place. On further investigation I found that 2 ex-lawyers (at ages way beyond the scope of Viagra), had put their lock on it.
Lawyers !! Damnit !!
They just have to meddle with any status-quo they come across.
(one lawyer to the other)
L1: Hey.. Look, in the park, they look so happy. I dont think we'll get any business out of them.
L2: True, lets file a PIL for the closure of the premises, slap them with a quo warrano and go cetris paribus on their ass.
Similarly,
L1: Look, all the youngsters in the society are so happy. They go to the terrace - drink, smoke, and get women
L2: Women... whats that?
L1: You fool, lets put a stop to this.
The question is where do we go?
It's not fair. Everyone should have access to public places where they can drink, smoke and pass out.
(Fundamental Right: Part3, Article 19 : Freedom to assemble peacefully and without arms)
THATS RIGHT ..!! No one said anything about vodka.
It must be made clear that the terrace is a forum for free exchange of thougts and ideas.
Kid 1: Dude, I think the hot chicks, curtains are open.
Kid 2: Dude, Its a man and you are drunk.
Its also the place where many of us grow up.
Me: So you wouln't mind if I kis...
Her: (((SLAP))) !@#!#^!#
The point is that the terrace is a very important place for many of us. Its where I've gotten to know my best friends, and where the secrets of the universe have been unraveled.
It is where you can enjoy a binge, and also where you can say your goodbyes to a friend (going to America.. where else), over some Cointreau.
It is magical, and has an uncanny ability to make two people connect.
It should not be locked. There is no point, no gain, and no evidence in the last 10 years to show that it may be used for suicide.
(the last one was 11 years back)
An Ode to the Terrace: ..As easy as 1. 2. and 3.
So we got a hammer and smashed the fucking lock.
4 comments:
what's the point of it all?
we're all doomed to die miserable, lonely deaths. Alone.
Swirling in this vast ocean, drowning because people are too busy to lend a helping hand, each gulp of water entering my lungs slowly killing me one breath at a time.
the elongated tendrills of hopelessness crushing the soul of one human being silenced by the myriad screams of pleasure and lust from the mindless masses... what is that measured against the horrifying stillness of non-existence. a light extinguished can quell the thoughts of a million different dreams. In this nightmare i tread my distance.
The photo's suck ass too.
**at ages way beyond the scope of Viagra
LOL!
well good that u broke the lock :)
Keshi.
Terrace's are a magical place. A mytic piece of concrete that can open your minds and give you courage to walk on the edge.
You don't take something like that away from mortals with ambitions of being demi-gods. Only inferior minds would restrict others from attaining omnipotence that they can't even dream of.
So, fucking kick-ass work home boy. Show those biatches they outta stick to their homes and not wander beyond.
Break the locks, break their will.
seriously... a terrace is very imprtant when it comes to being the original self!!! It was gr8 fun... oh i miss it all! :)
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