Chicken & Paneer

 

Credits to google images

 

Chicken: Heard of Queen Bee? Yeah, right! That’s me. I am loved by every person alive due to my mouth watering taste.

Paneer: FYI, not every person, ALMOST every person. I hope you know the difference. And look who’s talking of being alive. You value higher after death. Such a shame! Tch-tch!

Chicken: I create a legacy. I die a martyr’s death. I sacrifice my life so that my next generations will get a good life & a tasty death.

Paneer: I am surprised at your point of view. You really deserve to die and be served in forms of pakora, tandoori and what not. Huh, a martyr! The point is you can’t save yourself & others don’t want you to be alive & this “BEING A MARTYR” is just a reason to console yourself.

Chicken: You full-of-fat bitch! You got no rights to talk to me like that. I give immense pleasure & good night’s sleep to people. I am a martyr & a high-priced prostitute, which you can’t afford & you can’t digest my name & fame.

Paneer: About digestion, yes you also create more problems for people who eat you in excess for the so-called GREAT TASTE. Just like you, I also come in different sizes & tastes and I am glad that I ain’t a prostitute like you.

Chicken: You come in different sizes & taste but your demand is limited, may be decreasing steadily *tongue out*. And mine is ever rising since the first time people knew how SEXY I taste.

Paneer: Now you want to tell me about your sexiness! Please don’t bore me with your self-praises because they aren’t what you think/say. The world doesn’t need you & hence it is killing you. The world is selfish. I am also suffering & so are you. Hard to admit but it’s the naked truth.

Chicken: Can I speak my mind? This exact thought crossed my mind too. We’re no martyrs. We fulfill their purpose of good taste & hence we’re kept in the refrigerators & cooked well. We’re superior to them.

Paneer: Yes! They are the parasites because they feed on us. But in the end, we all gotta eat to survive. Remember the food chain & unfortunately, we fall in the beginning of it. Our bad luck.

Chicken: There there! It’s okay. We’re doing fine & I assure you if there comes an apocalypse and the whole human race is whitewashed, we’ll be the first to enjoy life on Earth again.

Paneer: And yes, we’ll make sure the tables will be turned & it will be us who eats them & not like the present times. Heard of Venus fly trap? We’ll name ourselves “Human Ego trap”. We’ll rule Earth.

Chicken: Pak-Pak! I am scared because I heard the owner unlocking the door and today is Friday, the day of non-veg. My time is over, I guess. See you on the other side friend.

*refrigerator door opens and chicken is dragged*

 

Paneer *sobbing*: See you on MONDAY!! Stay strong & don’t get extra fried or else it’ll be difficult for me to distinguish you.

*refrigerator door is slammed!*

but, there’s always a BUT!!

Things going on smoothly,

you feeling uplifted,

thinking that there is STILL a hint of goodness,

in between these failures, betrayals, double crossings..

And then I let my guard off,

yes, at that exact moment, I got screwed.

Life is a bitch.

It doesn’t distinguish between rich, poor, male, female, child, honest, cripple, ANYONE,

It comes and destroys the perfect present,

destroys the ideal future,

destroys the mental peace,

sucks the confidence out of you,

steals that smile away from your face,

laughs at us, as if it’s invincible.

And yes, at that moment, it is INVINCIBLE.

but, there’s always a BUT,

and this but comes to our rescue,

gives us strength to rise,

gives us hope to walk,

gives us wings to fly,

gives us power to conquer,

not only this world but also our own self,

Our prime self.

We all get screwed but this BUT helps us do wonders and miracles,

Because one failure is not worth the end,

As there is no end to anything.