Hey!! Mr.Mehra…How many times should I tell you that I am blocked and you must save my ass to save your wallet? This behaviour is ridiculous. You bought me five years ago from a dealer who just knows to exaggegerate the brands. I am just a pipe Mr.Mehra..Just a bloody pipe. Why the hell don’t you understand that no matter what I am made of, I will lose my capability to work if you cannot take care of me. The responsibility is mutual. Never heard of the quote, “Give respect and take respect” ?? You definitely might not have. You throw every piece of shit into me and expect me to be possibly fine all the time. Not only you, you all humans are morons. Bloody morons!!! You people are so selfish and don’t give a damn about any other thing. You only know to use things for your own selfish reasons and pay nothing back to the things of your use.

“Hey Man, Just fix it up dude!! The dealer said it will work for 20 years atleast. But this pipe is useless. Even after proper maintenance, this has got blocked. See the floor is filled with water. It stinks.” shouts Mr.Mehra to the plumber.

Maintenance!!?? Like really? Bullshit. You people dump everything into me and complain me for not working well. I am made of PVC Mr.Mehra not a material like your mouth to carry shit all the time. Everything on this earth has it’s retirement. Why don’t you humans understand that thing? Why is it that we are expected to work beyond our capacity? Why do only humans have the luxury of taking rest? Why are we on the verge of disrespect? Our expiry dates are extended beyond our capacities. We are thrown away into the dumpyards after your usage. You don’t really have knowledge of recycling. If you have had, you wouldn’t have mind to give us a new life. Only if you could hear this, only if you could understand, only if you could feel our pain….,only if…

Published by penfluky

Writing is not a skill acquired through practice. Not for us, at least. Writing is a phenomenon that occurred to us when we wanted to shout our thoughts out. It happened when our brains formed a labyrinth of thoughts with no way out. The only way was to break the walls, the walls we constructed in our minds—the walls which stopped us from letting ourselves out. We broke the barriers using the mightiest weapon, the pen. Writing was our way out of that maze. Words and sentences flowed like a stream of some river, which consisted of A2Z instead of H2O. Soon the river filled the brain and the labyrinth was not visible anymore.

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