From Taj Travels Site On Facebook As Shared. The New Noah's Ark.

ON DEATHS AND FOOD
By:  Iris P. Concepcion

I was once fed on fables about flying carpets and chocolate houses. Brothers' Grimm's Fairy Tales stood tall among these books as they are lined up in a mini-bookshelf obscurely adorning a part of the old house of my childhood with its darker stories. Hans Christian's tales are more on the fancy side with superlative gowns and happy endings, of palaces and gorgeous men and women.

Tombs had often placed top on my list of improvised architectures and could always sneak into pictures of fairy tales and sunder yores of the old folktales. Dead people could use elegantly decorated urns and tombs and I had seen one in Luzon, Philippines where the cemetery is filled with house-like amenities (comfort room, kitchen and sala).

I am fashioning out my stories from here onwards as a character within these folklores; of protecting the jilted and the downtrodden, of taking the cudgels for those who take justice onto their own hands. Thus far, the fusion of adventure, comedy, fantasy and magical realism had delved into wondrous lands of expectations. Those who can't afford to keep pace with technology  had been brought under fire in these magical spells and flying beds.

How soon can the neathers of Earth assume their ghostly spirits, even not in Zombie forms? Asian flicks had made a cult out of the horror genre and it has spawned the darker minds of the artistic into newer undergrounds of the occult. Even domestic tussles had undergone more artistic refurbishings via hoodlum tactics and bewitched angles, all for the dissection of the epical world of the dead. If ghosts could talk, how could they eavesdrop on the humdrum exchanges between couples caught in surprised unions? The magical carpet could provide an answer but only for the loomed film of Tim Burton's calibre.

What comprises the dead man's cutlery and cupboards then? Aside from the resurfacing cut underwears filled with blood and gore, we can perhaps itemize the loot as these:

1.) Delivery food done through phone from a cook coming from another town.
2.) Cases of beer, unkept. Grilled food and crackers to match.
3.) Rowdy singing on karaoke with unpalatable messages.
4.) Discarded beer cans and medical pills.
5.) Ransacked toilet covers and crashed mirrors.
6.) Constant yellings of threats.
7.) Muddied tiles and splatted food.
8.) Disjointed hangers.
9.) Lost souls.
10.) Unredeemed dignity.

Thus far, the script for the underworld has yielded churns and churns of wonderful yarns, both educational and transparent. A lot had joined humanity's embraceable new world though: of their chocolates and milk, of their perfect houses and paved ways. That is the foil to a grim world where Leviticus rules. In this story, biblical passages from the Romans chapters are more often quoted and had known skimmed drinks with nutritional value worth the pound of Superman.

To recapitulate, the list now goes:

1.) Homecook meals.
2.) Milk and energy drinks in neatly packed bottles.
3.) Teaching and writing. Educational tours on the forests and the wilds.
4.) Recycled cans and reusable boxes.
5.) Showers and improved toilet bowls.
6.) Debate forms on real, intelligent conversations. Polite exchanges.
7.) Mopped floors.
8.) Sturdier hangers.
9.) Redeemed souls.
10.) Reclaimed dignity, unlawfully tarnished.

Being dead is a journey on the impossible begetting the possible under the knowing hands of the All Powerful Almighty.