HOW ARE YOU?

How are you? Questions people ask! But why?


Just because they have to keep their tongues paying their dues to committed communication?


I mean, what do you mean by, How are you? How am I supposed to civilize an answer to that?


How I am…how I am here, or there?


Do they imply, why or how come? How are you? How am I supposed to be? How?


Questioning the very why of it! Absolute golden trash. How are you?


Cruelly translating as, how come you ARE, or simply why are you here?


Ironical you say, yes I know, and I also do not know the how of it, because I am still working on the very why of it. And so are we all. Aren’t we?


I mean somehow or the other, we all know that somehow, we aren’t supposed to know how we actually are! We all know ourselves well enough to know the how, don’t we?


I know how every time someone with that absolutely demonic amiability asks how are you? You can hardly ever produce an answer as caustic and as debasing as the question?


I know that all this is trash, but that’s how all of it comes through to us in the first place, as trash, which we then have to recycle and store and perhaps build relations on.


I know every sentence of my piece ends in a question?


I know how I, or for that matter, any of you, can never muster up a lip-sticker answer for the alleged allegation of the third Reich breed of question, How are you?


For you know that this question, in essence like all others questions, is flawed.


Sometimes, we all wish that “they” would realize how we aren’t always interested in MCQ’s and that they do not often or lets say never sustain links.


I think sometimes an answer would work just fine.


I wish the answer is born soon.


I hope cordiality can tide over the utmost upsetting “How are you’s” to placidly roost in an answer once in a while?


And I pretty sweet pray, how are you? Can once change gowns with a “Glad you are here”


And there, the sun already seems a little brighter now!






:)