What if?

Let’s say you failed Math terribly, you decide that nothing would help you. Even scoring 100% for your next test would do you no good. So, you drop out of school. And crank your brains for an idea.

For years, you sat under the bhodhi tree and thought.-You’re starting to doze off under the shade, now a fruit came down and broke your balls into two. In the midst of bleary concussion, you forgot what your mum looked like and married her. After she died crucified to a bamboo stick, you opened up the Pandora’s box and let Ill Dates(a hope which is like always, screwed) as well as Richard “Dickhead” J. McDonald go free. Soon, as you were bathing you thought of an idea and hopped around with an erection on, screaming into everyone’s ear: Eureka!

You. You. You. You finished it , getting ever single calculation right, finished the analogy of transporting ever single atoms in you to the past. Defying the laws of physics. Finished the chemical equations for dissolving you into nearly thin air. You place down your pen, your screwdriver,your Starbuck’s Venti Java Chip Frappuccino. Rub your pot belly worth of Coffee and Big Macs. You run your wrinkled hands through your unkempt hair, its been two long years.

You sit into the roaring vibrating machine, travel two years back. Lay the answer sheet in front of your face, as in your old face.

But you notice nothing, or something; nothing changes.

Sometimes, life is such a bitch. No matter how compassionate you work to change things, you’ll just be stuck in a grandfather’s paradox. You pass the test, you’ll never work towards the goal to build a time machine. You’ll never pass the test. So, you’re like stuck.

Like super glued stuck, I hope to change this.

Would you want to do the same?