Unbalance
Written by: Aniket
“Dude, why do they even call that thing a Balance?”
“What?”
“The Balance. A statue of a blindfolded lady was holding it on the TV. Weren’t you watching?”
“Dude. Wherever I see, I just see rainbows. No balance.”
“What shit have you been smoking?”
“You don’t wanna know.”
“Hey! I’m sitting right next to you and inhaling the same stuff. I do wanna know.”
“No you don’t. I’m giving you possible deniability. “
“You mean plausible deniability?”
“Well it is possible, ain’t it?”
“Never-mind. So I’m saying those balance’s people used to use for weighing and stuff like that. I’ve never seen that thing balanced in my life. Ever. The two sides keep going all see-saw over each other and never stay balanced to each other. Then why the fuck do they call it a balance. It should be called unbalance. If you’re calling that a balance then it means you don’t want the life to be balanced. Wait that makes sense. Coz if everything is balanced then there is no hope in the world. Coz if whatever good we do, there would be bad to balance it and the world would remain fucked up. That aint good. Right?”
“What?”
“Were you not listening?”
“All I heard you say was balance a buncha times, so see this I’m balancing this bottle on one finger.”
“You’re such a jer.. wait… that is coool.”