I am Thin King. I decree the decryption, deduction, decorum and deliberation of the chemical chaos, sounds stupid, but, ironically, called intellect, in this completely complex component, human brain. It's not just a component, though. As they say, the world is a perception, just how an individual perceives it, and hence is all in his/her/its brain. That way, I am the King of this (human's) world. The Thin King reigns the big fat world!
Everyone's is wired weird, the brain. There are an enormous number of those, on the face of the earth, each one wired weirder than the other, apart from myriad other things, making the world an incredibly complicated and amply eventful (sample) space. And all the world's in the brain, and the world has all those brains again. Legion things in one region. Alas, I'm the king of it.
There's an awful lot for me to take care of, that I often fail to. Inspirations, influences, interests, emotions, ethics, calculations, facts, intuitions, illusions, logic, learning, laws, ideologies, opinions, ideas, rules, memories, reasons, beliefs, obligations, obsessions, sense, nonsense, order, not in any order, are a few nameable things that, quite literally, sit on a human's head. Hence, like hell and heaven, the Thin King has got a lot of work to do. And like in this case, I will have to be selfish sometimes, and think about myself as well- thinking about Thin King.
All worlds have sections and so does the brain. Highly dominated by the right wing, always has been, my kingdom, which means I am bound to give a lot more time to the emotional front, rather than the logical and reasoning. The reason for this, I do not know, or, rather, I haven't sought, as yet, may be for the very reason that it is right wing dominated, and I don't give much time for reasoning out things.
By the way, my kingdom here is a female's brain; that is, her past, present, future- to an extent- and her world. Pressure, beyond measure, to say the least, was what I've been experiencing all the while. I always failed, miserably, to manage my kingdom. She was never peaceful under me. She had to face suspicions, her interests got distorted and battered, she was only an entity, without any identity, like heck fell upon the hecklers on whatever she did, the naysayers always had their say, the renegade brigade constantly on the offense, and to top it, the society was shamelessly, matter-of-fact-ly sexist, that even I'm calling myself Thin 'King' while ruling a female's world. The big fat world has ruled the Thin King.
To add to the defeat, only humiliation I see all around, not any humanity. I cant take it any more. I've decided to put an end to the agony. "Ee life naaku nachchaledu!", I made her write, leave the note on the bed, walk to the top of the building, and jump down. Within no time, she hit the ground, with the right wing hitting head on. The left wing, still with a modicum of life left, raised it's voice. "It's senseless, remorseless and (left)brainless to kill the kingdom for the king's shortcomings. This Thin King could have given way to another", it said. But, wasn't it too late?
["Ee life naaku nachchaledu" wrote a young girl and did as mentioned. Was wondering what she was 'thinking'. ]