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Hey guys!
The torture is back! :D
Well, a friend of mine asked me to help her in answering a question in some scholarship form of hers where a pic of a maze was given and 400 words had to be written on it. Random! Right?
And so my reply to it goes as follows. Hardcore random and bullshit! But it's got some meaning too.. somewhere deeeep within! Read on!

A maze? You want me to write on a maze?

All’s a maze and everything amazes me! My world, my life, my mind!
This world is so harsh, so cruel, the life so mysterious. You start walking and you see three paths emerging and you know that one of them would be a dead end and the second would bring you back to the same point and you don’t know which is the third one! And so you keep walking and keep bouncing back from the dead ends and keep cursing the Almighty who made this maze when you hit the same starting point every seventh hour.

Your mind is no less cruel, your mind is no less harsh, your mind is no less sadist, your mind is no more yours! It amuses itself by confusing you and by irritating you by confusing you and by torturing you by irritating you by confusing you. It shows you eight paths and gives you ten valid reasons to follow each path and twelve valid reasons not to follow each path. Then you scratch your head and think and think more and pull your hair out of your over-burdened skull and finally choose a path and suddenly your mind gives you a ninth path, again with ten pros and twelve cons.

You wish that you were taller enough to see the way out, way taller than the walls of the maze. And so you strive hard, you flow your sweat and blood night and day and night, but all you see all around yourself is a maze and a larger maze and a much larger maze that never ends and you never grow tall enough.

And so the complexity of the maze inside your mind keeps growing, the paths keep intermingling amongst themselves and tightening their hold on your petty fragile self. You feel congested and suffocated and you crave for more and fresh air but all of it has already exhausted and all you find around yourself are the walls of the maze, growing taller and narrower, closing up on you, leaving you lesser space to walk and lesser air to breathe and lesser time to live and think and get confused and get irritated and get tortured.

And Bingo! That’s the way out! Yes! That’s the way out… to the next maze!