But why; why have I engaged you, in this conversation, my dear innocent reader? Well let me put it bluntly – I am quite bored of reading the sad sob stories, the stupid media reports, the absolutely funny if not hilarious solutions of your ministers, and the futile attempts to try and stop me!!! Well face it I am unstoppable, just give up won’t you! What about me, after all its me who is blowing up its because of me that all those people got their 15 seconds of fame, but did you even see me in the frame? Did you hear more that two lines of me over the radio, no it’s always the consequences of my sacrifice, or suppositions of which one of those barely literate bastards who, read a how to make a bomb, instruction manual on the internet, or watched the video on Youtube, and you cry life is un fair, no one ever thinks about me.
Hmm let me tell you something about me let me tell you my story yes, my story------- The Life of a Bomb but since I am going to be no more soon and my life is not too long let’s call it the Memoir of a Bomb. Well it all started about a month ago in this garage, delightful place I might say, but a bit under lit, well it was not exactly in the garage but more over above the garage, I must elaborate if you are to understand, you can’t make bombs in the open not nowadays, so the lovely masterminds built a false ceiling in this garage creating a really shallow room about 5 feet hihg, but quite large for me, you see I am not really all that big I can quite easily fit in your brief case or your purse or even in a schoolbag……. Size really does not matter!
Hmmm the master minds my loving parents I must tell you about them they do deserve some credit, they did make me. Well there are five of them three of them work in the garage below they are mechanics and of the first class too, they already know how to make a car bombs and pipe bombs, the fourth one is an electrician in the day that is I like to call him sparky, the fifth one is quite interesting wonder how he met the others he actually is an American university student who used to study bio-chemicals but got chucked out of that country I really don’t know but he blames it on some bush, and speaks different. And yes the rest of my family consist of an uncle who drops in every now and then telling us all we will go to heaven, and his brother who sees to all our little wants. I was all bought in whole sale most of me came from Punjab, fertilizer is very cheap there and of very good quality, and most of me is a whole bunch of fertilizers, no…….. not dung. I was talking about a bit sodium nitrate, dash of potassium sulfate, a sprinkle of sulfur, 3 table spoons of charcoal, ammonium nitrate, all of its is readily available to any one you don’t even have to be over 18 to buy any of it. Well that’s me oh my …my…my I forgot the ball bearings how could I forget those tiny shiny little silver balls they go flying in all directions creating a storm of death, tearing apart flesh and embedding them selves in…. well…. Everywhere, oh and the nails too well they spin around until they strike some thing or someone, bleeding them to death, not the best way to die but what do you expect, I AM a bomb after all not just any bomb a mobile trigger bomb(latest import of India was conceived in the Gaza-strip, don’t you love the background info) yes I am set off with a mobile phone its very simple you see a spark plug is connected to a mobile phone now when a call come thru a circuit is completed and the spark plug well for lack of words sparks and then you all know what happens and I go to bomb heaven depending upon how many of you mortals go with me I don’t know the exact number but I think it’s …err……… is some where between 25 and 50 for deaths and 100-200 for injuries not of the ratio though. So here I am waiting for that call but where exactly am I from what I see it looks like a building, no not a building it’s a mall oh lovely did want to see the Indian winter collection 08 how thoughtful of them, lovely little souls. So here I sit humming to myself looking at my image in the highly polished floor oh look they dressed me up I am the latest Calvin Klein luxury pure leather briefcase, and I have a great tag line too---
Between Love and Madness there is………….. Obsession…… Secret Obsession by Calvin&Klein.
Hmmm its all so lovely and beautiful I almost don’t want to blow up, but then again theses boots were made for walking and I was made for blowing. But I am not quite satisfied with my self really my life does seem too short, I was made for one purpose dying, or rather death. My entire life leads up to this ultimate end the big bang, I wonder why? Any way hope I don’t run into you that would be a terrible end to this story of ours.
Ok now enough of me what about you? You know you have been really polite not to interrupt me but its about time you speak up you never know I might just blow up right now, seriously I do want to know more about you. Will you stop standing still as ever as if you a frozen mime excuse me are you even alive? Looks like I have been talking to a Mannequin but does it really matter all of them are just heartless mindless mannequins living their small lives, in a state of asleep-awareness, may be it will take a good explosion to wake them up, but then again how many of my brethren have come and gone yet they continue to slumber.
i had written this on 5th of november and have slept over it cause i was not at all happy with the end, i might change it latter not sure yet. not been able to write of late.
