Jon bhai ki chai

The man makes tea as the table blares under his heavy arms as if being dragged down a staircase.His face and his sooty beard is clearly visible despite the torrents of steam now rising from the pan which has been clearly heated beyond its last good year."A man's simple ways can even kill you",he says."Complication is all about having to rub a little dust off of someone's person.Discovery is part of our being,besides where is the fun in scalping a bald man.You need that mysterious pire to call you forth.Deaths are hard done by simplicity.I mean fuck malaria man,who wants to die of malaria.I want to burst open into a flood of flaming lava when i go.So they can look at me and wonder if there was more they could have known.I may not be the open book but i want them to want that opportunity.I  mean i may not drink from your glass because i fear infections or because my religion asks me to but i can't let you know that.You'll consider me a dead man.You will identify my fear of unidentified saliva as the corner stone to a grave i dig myself to comfort my provocations in.How can i possibly live in a place where every other man who walks in smokes 6 cigarettes in 40 minutes and still thinks i'm the one who is going to die because i got it all written over my face.That is self abuse.Your face is where you parked your car.That is all they care about.They do not praise the ones who self doubt,the ones who are too busy biting their own nails that when comes the time to grab someone's throat they are lying in the corner of their sofa,in the corner of a room shaped like a corner itself pondering over the intricacies of overlapping decisions.You need not always grab that throat but you need to look out because there are a whole lot of people trying to raise their heads over your shoulders to see what you got.Now i'm not saying you have to work hard at it or something,because they aren't the critics or alike who you have to silence since you heard them.These are just the eyes that watch you do everything and the moment you think twice or as much as let out a rant at about how pathetic your life turned about to be,they cross your heels and stab you in your back in a way that anyone but you can tell you are a dead man walking.We have nothing,and that we know.But that is a simplistic idea that must not kindle.You need to rub your coins before you put them in the jar to make them feel that you are a schemer and you have things up your sleeve."I grabbed the cup by the broken handle and as i was noticeably looking at it he smiled at me and said "You ain't got to lick it from the outside,have you kid..Just drink it and we'll forget about the money for this one".