aah!!! the never ending drama.. good and bad..
and funnily enough its always in pairs.. everywhere.. in movies, and even in real life stories..
in that very personal and precious story of life too..
the relativity of the good and the bad differs, though.. and that is respective to each's discretion..
and in this case, this might even hover around the edges of being outrageous.. and needless to say, this also happens to be that very common real life incident, that involves a concerned pair (yours truly being the one in the pair), the intermittently weaved and interchanging persona with the portrayal of good and bad and of course, that very (the)precious part of life, which almost became "the" life at certain points in time..
it started with all being good.. exceedingly good, even, at times.. and it seemed perfectly imperfect.. good-n-good.. sounds good, right? but, it cant always be good, anyhow.. so, the bad descended, took its time for that though..almost a couple of years of good later, to be really precise.. made its presence felt, eventually.. and that was the time, when everything seemed hopelessly bad.. such good was the bad then.. and the funny part here being, yours truly never even thought that the bad is any one particular being.. yours truly, was always of the opinion that it was that non-living omnipresent 'conditional situation' and/or 'transitional condition' that was being bad.. so, after the initial getting-used-to phase (which, in fact, sucked pathetically)yours truly made peace with the bad.. and even started to think about the 'good'ness in the bad of it.. and it was then, when the interchanging of the persona in the portrayal of the bad took place.. and yours truly was left speechless and stumped.. caught off-guard.. that self-confessing act of being the bad guy around, being the one responsible for making yours truly to believe the 'conditional situation' being the bad 'guy', and the confession of being stupid enough to, be doing that and had done that, changed everything for yours truly.. to the extent, that the belief in something, that was thought by yours truly to be almost non-existent till then, became realistic enough to be even tangible.. and it was like, 'bad guy? who?' and good taking over.. the going back in time together and recounting the goods, laughing over the (pseudo)bads, things seemed perfect.. with just the right amount of bad ingrained.. like, the normal squabbles, the period that went without conversing, and stuffs.. and it was all "happy".. something that felt lasting.. satisfying too, in a sort..
but, well, gravity pulls, the wheel rolls and the cycle turns.. and this time, this is a conscious realisation on yours truly's part.. because, she might have to be the bad guy after-all, and pull the plug.. put on the stopper on the three years' worth..
and this would be the worst of the 'bad guy' that she'll ever be.. as it involves yours truly to kill the three years' worth of incomparable and immeasurable 'good's..
and, yes.. even thinking about it, is like dying..
so, maybe, the 'bad guy' might win, after-all..
and funnily enough its always in pairs.. everywhere.. in movies, and even in real life stories..
in that very personal and precious story of life too..
the relativity of the good and the bad differs, though.. and that is respective to each's discretion..
and in this case, this might even hover around the edges of being outrageous.. and needless to say, this also happens to be that very common real life incident, that involves a concerned pair (yours truly being the one in the pair), the intermittently weaved and interchanging persona with the portrayal of good and bad and of course, that very (the)precious part of life, which almost became "the" life at certain points in time..
it started with all being good.. exceedingly good, even, at times.. and it seemed perfectly imperfect.. good-n-good.. sounds good, right? but, it cant always be good, anyhow.. so, the bad descended, took its time for that though..almost a couple of years of good later, to be really precise.. made its presence felt, eventually.. and that was the time, when everything seemed hopelessly bad.. such good was the bad then.. and the funny part here being, yours truly never even thought that the bad is any one particular being.. yours truly, was always of the opinion that it was that non-living omnipresent 'conditional situation' and/or 'transitional condition' that was being bad.. so, after the initial getting-used-to phase (which, in fact, sucked pathetically)yours truly made peace with the bad.. and even started to think about the 'good'ness in the bad of it.. and it was then, when the interchanging of the persona in the portrayal of the bad took place.. and yours truly was left speechless and stumped.. caught off-guard.. that self-confessing act of being the bad guy around, being the one responsible for making yours truly to believe the 'conditional situation' being the bad 'guy', and the confession of being stupid enough to, be doing that and had done that, changed everything for yours truly.. to the extent, that the belief in something, that was thought by yours truly to be almost non-existent till then, became realistic enough to be even tangible.. and it was like, 'bad guy? who?' and good taking over.. the going back in time together and recounting the goods, laughing over the (pseudo)bads, things seemed perfect.. with just the right amount of bad ingrained.. like, the normal squabbles, the period that went without conversing, and stuffs.. and it was all "happy".. something that felt lasting.. satisfying too, in a sort..
but, well, gravity pulls, the wheel rolls and the cycle turns.. and this time, this is a conscious realisation on yours truly's part.. because, she might have to be the bad guy after-all, and pull the plug.. put on the stopper on the three years' worth..
and this would be the worst of the 'bad guy' that she'll ever be.. as it involves yours truly to kill the three years' worth of incomparable and immeasurable 'good's..
and, yes.. even thinking about it, is like dying..
so, maybe, the 'bad guy' might win, after-all..
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