''The outsider'' is a book which talks about
the absurdity of life . The protagonist,Mersault, is
a person who is capable of feeling only physical things.
There is a lot more to explain than this, but
its worth mentioning here about one of the incidents in which
he kills a guy and the reason was because he had a knife in his
hand ,and the sun's light was getting reflected from it very strongly
which compelled him to kill that guy.Thats it.
while I don't suffer from any similar psychic disorder(as most of u would call it),
for some reasons I feel, sun might be ....whatever.
This one is continuation to "Right to Die" and acknowledgment
to Abhishek with whom I studied and discussed "The outsider".
Shooting the sun
My plea for the right to die
was rejected without a reason.
but crazy humans are just the puppets
The real culprit is,I think,the sun.
The sun gives the light
and the light gives the hope
the filthy game of life begins
and the soul begins to choke.
It keeps revolving round the earth
so pleased to see us under the bar
how can we trust someone anyways
who hides half a day and lives so far
but the loser sun doesn't know,
its fire is my road to freedom.
someday it has to come closer
and make the ashes burn.
but until then I must keep me alive
eclipsing its victory every morn
and let its fire grow everyday
with every bullet shooting the sun.
I am three beer down and this comes from the third beer of tshiango :)(chinese beer).while the above is not a joke but still apart from that as usual Prashant has done a good job with the nib.and above that i can see my name acknwledged before the poem so kudos to our friendship.I really miss those years.
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