THE LAST SLICE OF PIZZA

It’s Sunday!! My Pizza Day!

I don’t know why, but from the last couple of months I have been a big foodie. I have tried a lot of junk food. Burgers and fries are common. Waffles, Spring Potato, Sizzlers and not to forget Miss Chanandler Bong (a cocktail that I had in a FRIENDS café in Raipur) were some of the memorable ones. But my love for Pizza is still the same. I am not a rich guy who can spend like 500-600 bucks on Pizza. I am happy with my small Pizza mania, sometimes with extra cheese and Fresh Pan. And yeah I prefer Dominos, because it suits my budget. I am writing this article while having an aloo paratha.

Anyways, as a routine, I was having my Paneer Special Pizzamania (Fresh Pan) and Veg Ginger. I was full, thanks to KFC’s Virgin Mojito, but the last slice was still left. Well, I couldn’t leave it like that. And so I sat for a while, admiring that last slice. The cricket match was on, but I was busy staring at the last slice. A lot of thoughts were just swirling and swirling in my mind. 

The slice was looking so beautiful. I wanted to eat it as soon as possible. It would be so delicious, with all the cheese just bursting in my mouth. The oregano and the pepper, the fried paneer (sorry you non veggies, but this paneer is special), they were just making me drool. But on the other hand, if I ate it, I would regret that such a beautiful creation is no more. (The line sounded cheesy, right?)

I was thinking and thinking and thinking when this weird thought came into my mind.

As Jim Carrey said ,"Life is like a big cookie recipe."

And as Forrest Gump said , "Life is like a big box of chocolates."

I say, "Life is just like a pizza."

When you are born, you were nothing. Just like the pizza's base. Ugly and naked. Although, your parents know that something beautiful is now in the making. Just like those pizza guys. Your parents teach you how to talk, how to walk, how to run, how to laugh and everything. Just in the same manner, the pizza guys, puts on the cheese and all the ketchups and makes the pizza ready.

Then our parents add manners to us to enhance our beauty and present us to the world. Just like the pizza guys, who add those toppings and then finally present the pizza to you.

Some people like it as it is presented. Like your relatives and your initial friends. And they are very few in numbers. Like very very few, and rare to find. Just like the people who like Pizza without any oregano and chilli flakes.

They are a rare breed.

And then you start meeting up with more and more people. And you try to adjust according to them. Hiding your originality with some made up emotions, characteristics as you slowly start to lose yourself. And why you do it? Because you want them to like you.

Maybe your high school friends or your college mates.

Just like how some of us put oregano and chilly flakes to suit our taste.

And the pizza starts looking like this.. Completely covered.

And then you met those ketchup bastards. Who alter you so much that you are no longer yourself. You lose your true self and be as they want you to be. Why? Because you want them to like you.

But you have to do it. Because you have to survive, you have to live with them. 

As the time passes, you are slowly consumed by this society. And what's all left of you is this.

Does it look tempting? To some of you it might, and to some it might not. That's exactly how one's life is. You spend your entire life, living according to others, just to please them. Sometimes you even lose yourself completely, trying to be nice to them. And at the end, when you are about to go, only some of those actually want to be with you. Others, who have got enough of you, just want you to end as soon as possible.

Yes you are a pizza. But the question is what sort of last slice will you be? Will you be the one who everyone will just sit and stare, wishing that you could have stayed just a little longer? Or would you be the one, who has given so much of yourself to the others, that they are just over loaded with you and want you to end as soon as possible? The decision is yours.