10/01/2008
O, my good lord, from where shall I begin my story! I know, I have no choice but to stab my own eyes till I die, and I know you feel happy about it. After all that is what you had always wanted. I admit that I had been an accomplice of you in so many sins that you committed, but you know I had no choice. I could not h
elp but do whatever you ordered. And that Van Morrison tune, oh my god! Whenever someone plays it, I feel like a hurricane inside my head, and I would do anything just to stop it.
I still remember when I first heard that tune. It was the same day that I first started seeing you. I was sixteen then. I was shy, and I was in love with a girl in my class. I never had courage to talk to her, but that day I took her to the movie. We had a good time, and then on the way home, she kissed me goodbye. She was melting in my mouth, and in ecstasy I pulled her close, and then I looked into her eyes. They were brown. All of a sudden, I heard someone singing that tune. I turned back; it was you, with a knife in your hand. You looked just like me, and then you were singing “Brown-eyed- girl”. I told you to stop, but you didn't. My head was about to burst. I felt like a dynamite exploding inside my brain. Then I took the knife from your hand and stabbed it again and again into her brown eyes.
From that day on, I never was the same again. Whenever I saw someone with brown-eyes, you popped up, with the same black glasses on your face and the same sharp dagger on your right hand. And then you always sang the same song, and it never stopped till I stabbed the brown eyes. It never did. I started wearing dark glasses so that every eye appear black to me. I even stopped looking at mirrors, because my image looked just like you.
I have even lost the count of how many brown eyes I have stabbed. I remember some of them though. One of them was my ex-boss. I worked with her for ten years. But I never saw her eyes, for she always wore black glasses just like you. Then one day when I was sitting in my cabin smoking cigarettes, she came in without glasses, and then you appeared again with the same tune. From that day, you know you never left me alone till I seduced her to come to my bedroom and stabbed her eyes.
Then there was my wife. She was beautiful, and she loved me very much. I loved her lovely blue eyes that danced behind her glasses. We had such a good time together. The five years I spent with her are certainly the best years of my life. But one day you appeared again in my life, and it was your idea to present her a pair of brown contact lens in her birthday. I hope you remember how I cried, and pleaded before I finally gave up.
So on 21st June I gave her the brown contact lens praying that she would never wear them. But then she did, and you know what happened. I cried for hours, and then there you were standing, laughing at me. I had too much, I dialed 911, and when the cops came, I told them everything, even about you.
What happened next was not a surprise. They dragged me to the court, convicted me of murder, and took me to this mental asylum. I am not mad, I am telling you. You are insane, they should have taken you to the asylum; but look at my luck, they even can’t see you.
They even didn't hear you singing the song when they forced me to look at the mirror and shave. I had not looked at myself for years now, and only I knew why. I had grown old, my hairs had turned gray, and I already had some wrinkles in my forehead. And then I looked at my eyes. You know they were brown as well.
It was two days back, and you are still singing the same song, and you know it's driving me insane. I have decided. I already have the knife now; I can't bear it no more. Let me end it all. Oh yea!
