Life is like a chewing gum

Its after the break some one hands me this Strawberry flavored Chewing Gum, I said no ( as usual thinking of the Braces problem it will create) and then I say “Thanks” and have it. The class starts, I chew, the class ends, I still keep chewing, and I keep chewing, chewing until I get philosophical because of the Act. Life’s life a chewing gum these days, not the kind you just pop into your mouth and relish the taste but the over chewed ones which are tasteless, just bland. There’s no person, there’s no purpose. Thank the Chewing Gum, it gives me the attitude, it takes away the emotions in me too, just like the sweet taste of the gum itself. I chew the gum for a continuous 2-3-4 hours or as its lab time after class. The bus ride, I still chew. Some old hindi filmi songs are being aired “ Tere bina jindagi se kohi sikwa to nahi” I listen, I think but I don’t feel anything. Chewing Magic, it gives me overconfidence, gives that “So What” attitude. Gone , gone , gone. Remembering feels selfish. Hah, I go in my mind. The bus stops, I get off.

I like the chewing gum. What a perfect company it makes? What philosophy it holds? How close it is to reality? Its psycho. And I realize, oh I ought to be hungry, I haven’t had anything since five in the morning, its 2 now! Then the revelation: Philosophies are always born in a hungry stomach. Generally philosophies suck but I like this one. My life is surely like an over chewed chewing gum: bland and boring. Lacking any goddamn purpose.