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Job III


Deuteronomy

Like a sailor seeing the shore disappears, Job watches the past recede, reduced to the ashes of memory. He wanted to cry, cry aloud. “Who am I? One living in the heaven of fools? Or one who lives in the no man's land? Or absurdity? Or misfit? Or a toy in the hands of life? I found and married my spirituality! I fail to tame me, contradiction to my own thoughts. Why? Why can't I be lovable and nice? Why am I so aggressive? Is it my own thoughts that make me so? I don't know. Someone is made to be so. Life must go on. What do I like?”
Job likes to live and die in love, for he romances the aesthetical quality of love which he hasn’t ever fully enjoyed. As he loves imperfection, he still loves his love once happened in his life. The imperfection of his love still haunts him to find the missing part which he has consciously missed.


He loved Caroline. He had a fortune to see her twice a furlong away. He doesn't know the sweetness of her sound. She is somewhere in the emirates, having a love obviously. He is here across the seas and mountains. He still cherishes the anticipated accident again. He met her in Orkut accidentally and that was his most beautiful accident ever happened to him. She keeps coming to his memory repeatedly. “Where shall I place my memory and her? Memory within her or her within memory? I don't know”. He got her photo and bluetoothed her to his mobile and kept her always with him. Interestingly enough he deleted her photo from mobile, but she kept coming to his memory and again he downloaded her photo to his Mobile, twice or thrice or myriads of times.

 He believes that all are not equal and carry different rods. All have a definite time until then he or she or he-she or she-he must keep going on. Wait till then. “I think, someday some girl would love me and I will find my romantics”, He remembered the dialogue of the movie Om Shanti Om, "picture abhi bakhi he mere dost " (picture is still there to unfold) “I hope so.”  "she will love me someday because i believe in the power of my soul and the soul of the universe. they know me well because i know them well" he said.

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