Holy Communion

Its been crazy this month.
From an idle lazing sloth, i now find myself coming home at the wee hours of the mornings.
Its a rush, but i got it done.

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Holy Communion

Its a heart wrenching job to be your identical twin.

Your entrancing persona had people in a deadlock under your captivating enchantment.
It seemed that at will, you could instill delight in anyone under your spell.
I could have sworn that once, you twitched your finger and had a smile plastered on Mrs Adams.
You twitched it again and had her in stitches.
You twitched it yet again and had Mr Adams carry her off the floor.
You really knew the right strings to pull.

When you talk, people are entranced to listen.
When i talk, people tend to shoot me a blood curling stare that spells "Heinous condemned being of the abyssal" all over me.
It did not help that your intelligence made me look like an early stage matter evolving from the primordial ooze.
We look exactly alike and yet in some miraculous ambiguous vision spasm of sort, you were the handsome one!!!

I'm sure you get it by now.
You are far more superior to me in every way.
The good part was, people always got our names right.

I remember the days when we were growing up.
Life was a bliss.
The only things we cared about was finding new inventive ways to sabotage the devils subordinate...Alice, our neighbor.


Then came high school.
Testosterone started to muck us up badly during our teenage years and before we knew it, our former thin scrawny bodies were morphed into a masculine shell.
Our features changed in unison to each other. Physically, we were identical.
However, you were the one catching winks and love letters from dainty wishful girls who squealed at the mention of your name.

Time maliciously whisked us by to the end of our teen years and you were nineteen with astonishing academic qualifications and an array extracurricular achievements.
I was nineteen and astonished at myself for soaring to great heights in the sector of 'High school drop outs'


With all this attention, you still managed to keep grounded to the morality you held on to.
You took the effort to volunteer at the local orphanage every week and devoting your free time to host group studies to help those frail feeble minded.

Sometimes i wonder how it must have been like for you to see me, an exact replica of you, but only a loser.

Sometimes, when i look at the mirror, i see you.
I see all that extraordinary potential merged into a single being.
Why couldn't that be me?
Was my vessel inadequate to house such greatness?
Would it prove too infirm to reflect such awesome and splendor?
Was it because i was delivered 2 minutes before you?


Two years down the line and you were in Harvard, living up to the expectations of the masses.
At the snap of your fingers, you could choose any firm or company to be indulged with your presence.
Best yet, you met the girl of your dreams, Elizabeth.
And me?
I met grandma for lunch.

Your intelligence grew with age.
You began to question the very laws of nature.
Somehow you had this insatiable urge to understand in great depth, the existence of life itself.

For a God fearing man such as myself, i find solace in knowing that a greater being that supersedes any form of imagination exists.
For you, the existence of God was nothing more than a fallacy, myth and excuse to keep social justice in place.
To you, God was also a convenient excuse to answer the unanswerable.
While men simply answered the existence of the universe and mankind with the association with God, you begged to differ.
You were all about the facts and theories when we debated about the great question.
"Does a God really exist?"

You never changed throughout the years.
Further down the road you got married to Elizabeth, still volunteered at the orphanage and still shared your great passion for knowledge.
A man of dignity and compassion no doubt.
Society owes a great debt to you.

I can only imagine what it would be like if you were still around.
It wasn't fair that your bright future was mercilessly robbed from you by an incompetent under aged teen on booze.
Your sudden departure left us with much grief and sorrow.
It also left Elizabeth a widow.

Here i sit, four feet from the pew. A cup in one hand and bread in the other, reminiscing the past.
In this life, i have learned that the reward does not go to those who had much to offer.
It does not go to those with supreme intellect.
Nor does it go to those who are gifted with admirable abilities.
It goes to those who are forgiven.
My only regret is that a foolish imbecile such as myself has failed to impart this simple knowledge with you.

Blogwars, Blogfest, Blogmania........

So we came up with this thing.

No idea what to name it though.
Its a little thing where each blogger publishes his/her posts on a monthly basis entitled Blogwars, Blogfest, Blogmania and etc.

The concept behind it is when everyone involved takes a turn to come up with a genre, tittle or some sort of idea to write on.

Each one involved then writes a post based on the genre, tittle or some sort of idea given by the individual.

The beauty of it is that it is so free and open. You can write in whatever style u deem worthy to be called your own.

I think its a great concept to see the creativity and ingenuity of each individual.
To see how a story unfolds through different views.

I would love to say we have an array of writers lined up for this thing.
But I'm just gonna smash my farcical imagination to bits by saying that there are only four people involved in this.
So far.

Do not be disheartened for these people are fantastic writers that can blow your mind to microscopic pieces.
I don't know what convinced me to look like an idiot among these two amazing writers.
They are Jean and Kristy.

Publishing my post amongst them would be like serving a pool of constipated elephant's excrement in between two royal banquets.

They have some serious talent.

Oh yeah,
And there is Lydia too.

So all posts will be published on the end of every month with a tittle, so as to not create confusion on regular posts made.

The next one being the end of January.

We are honored to have Jean come up with the first idea simply entitled

"Holy Communion"

That's gonna prove a challenge for me.

I have shivers sent down my spine when i think of what the world is coming to.
We have barbaric acts being committed in broad daylight while bystanders stand cemented to the ground in silence.

Why, you may ask?

It is because these form of grotesque acts are masked behind a veil of solitude.
This fort of refuge is commonly known as the word,

'LEGAL!!!'

It is humiliating when an individual is held against his/her will in a country that preaches democracy.
His/her only crime?
Documentation of the racial remarks by a politician.
This heinous act resulted in the special use of the Internal Security Act to 'protect' the nation from racial turbulence.
Its perfectly legal to be detained without question.
So in short, if you ever witness a house being set ablaze by street hooligans, pick up your courage, storm through the fiery door, pull the wailing, half-dead, semi scorched victims and detain them until they are arrested. While waiting, do not hesitate to give out high-fives and thumbs-ups to the poor people who set the house on fire. Such acts of bravery should be applauded and admired in certain countries.

While such acts of atrocity is only restricted to a particular country, there is a global phenomenon that continues to plague our society today.
I am currently a victim to this malicious form of torture.
Its the only form of legal enslavement left to gnash its teeth at prospective victims with vigor and torment.
Many of you are already accustomed to it.
To have your master lash at you to find glee in every squeal, to overwork you till the point of exhaustion, to have you do unspeakable acts, to give you peanuts to sustain your existence.

Its a crying shame that the internship program has yet to be abolished in this modern day and age.