The Chronicles of the Skeptic/ Cynic… (Or some such guy like that)

“The wind on my back, the sun on my face, that’s how a warrior should go out”

But for me that wasn't the reality, for I was in a place where there was neither sun nor wind and I was definitely not going out, not quite the best thing for a “warrior” like me, the Eternal Cynic and the Constant Skeptic.

“How can I be lost, 
If I've got nowhere to go?”

All my life I had believed in these words said by the indomitable Metallica. The only thing I believed in was the fact that there’s nothing to believe in, because people live their lives in search of a reason which they can comfortably lose and blame the guy next to them.

People like me are hated by others for we point out the obvious.

People hate us when we tell the jubilant new mother that her baby looks kind of ‘different’. I believe such kids should be told early in life that there’s very less hope for them in the looks department. But when you point it out, you are forced out of the baby room and looked upon as a leper.

So, when I pointed this fact out to the Arnold Schwarzenegger wannabe, I did not expect him to punch me in the face and leave me face down in an elevator which had just suffered a power outage. Definitely, not the way I would want my supposed “defeat” to be.

The fact that I told the guy that his muscles are not going to get him anything and his ministrations at the gym were just a waste of time shouldn't be a reason for a broken jaw and three missing teeth.

But then… Intelligent people are a rarity.

(A Small attempt at writing a series of adventures, hope this one clicks)