Roller Coaster

The Ride never ends. Sometimes it changes its name and venues, but it continues on with the same carnival. It's just the same. Riding on its hard metallic tracks with its constant tattle and pounding. No one is complaining. Sounds of laughter and screams of orgasmic delight torture the air. Those Sweet summer afternoons spent on the ride in the roller coaster. We didn't want it to stop, inspite of a dizzy head, painful stomachs and the remains of the un-digested lunch on the seat of the car. After the ride stops, there are some who fall faint to the ground, with a black thundering headache. Gosh that was fun! After all that, we still want to ride. We still queue up to buy tickets, for an another ride on the monster. Is it the excitement of pain, fear and almost plummeling to your death, that attracts us? Is it the machochsitic streak in us, to experience the terrible onslaught of fear and uncertainity that gives us our ultimate thrill? No wonder we love to repeat the horrors of history. Repeat the experience of war, riots and destruction. This gives us our orgasmic thrill and the reason d'etre. After all we have practiced on the Roller coaster in all those Sweet Summer Afternoons.