Music

“If music doesn't calm you, you just haven't found your genre.”
-Anon

Music, being the most popular companion everybody has, is unfortunately, the only source of peace for a lot of us. The best part about music is you can get lost as much as you want and you won't regret it ever. Everybody has a way to get along with music knowing how much its tunes and melody will calm you. It does this so wonderfully that it wouldn't take you much time to be attached to it. Also, while you're at it, don't forget to listen to yourself. That's the most important music you've got to hear every once in a while.

Adultery

The cause of all irrelevant thoughts that lead nowhere is our sense of trying to view different paths from which we ought to choose. While some go for the innocent one, others commit to adultery. Nonetheless, the dictionary describes it only as a physical indulgence with somebody other than the spouse while in reality it is something more. We often keep finding the aim in our lives and very little of us is ready to proceed that way. All of us want to have a extravagant adventurous journey in life even though we forget how much we have to put at stake to experience the very same. After a certain time, the daily normal life which we wished for gets boring. That's when we start to find a larger meaning to our so-called lives. Everything seems perfect yet it feels like there's a giant hole being dig and that something is missing. In order to discover what is missing, we end up at things we already have. The point lying there is that we have just forgotten the happiness and pleasure it gave us in the past and to try to relive it sounds too perplexed. With that thought in mind, our famished soul wanders in search of something new, something enlightening. Then, having see adultery be the most available option, we commit to it until we find a closure which makes us realise that we were missing something which was right beside us.

Ecstasy

He knew the ecstasy of being neck deep in cinema. From the past 29 years, he was enjoying it without a hint of doubt. While making himself comfortable in his second home—the theatre, he thought about the movie he was going to watch. Today, he was going to watch The Shawshank Redemption. One of those movies, that took a toll on him every time he watched it. He sat there, all happy, like a kid with his new gift and enjoyed his ecstasy all over again.

NB: It's about time that you start writing here. The crowd is growing, have a chance to lose yourself in it.

Found and lost

She was contended of finding her soul mate. She wouldn’t let it go away ever. She was firm about it. One thing that still terrified her was what she would do if she lost it and to add to her already succumbed probabilities, she did lose him. In a crowd. In those few minutes, she lost herself too. It was as if her existence had suddenly turned gloomy—even if for those few minutes. When they found each other, he could sense her vulnerable state. He embraced her and instantly, she was all lost again.

NB: Do try your hand at writing at One frame stories. Don't care about how bad it will be, you won't be killed.

Truth

Half of our lives are gone by looking at the past which is full of memories regardless of whether they are good or bad or whether we are happier looking at it or just regret it. Another half is spent looking for the future, imagining it, trying to correct it even when what we need to correct is the present. The future can wait. The present can't. It won't take much time to become past. The thing is we have never really lived in the present but have always imagined the future. We've spent our whole lives stuck in a maze, thinking how we'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present but if you hadn't imagined it, you would never have gotten anywhere at all. You think you sometimes don't get it while in real, you never get it at all. That's the whole point.

Perniciously yours

Dear XYZ,
I know you exist. I know you breathe. I know it's been hard and it's been unbearable but you've got to keep up. Let's be real. You can't escape it anyway. You've got to be strong enough. Deal with it. Get up and move. Make your ass work. Make some choices. Take the risk. Don't care if you fail, get up again. Do it again. Do it till you're tired and when you are tired, do it once more. Also, while you're at it, stop being self-pernicious.
Perniciously yours,
Life

Death

I always had this grievance with authors who included death in their writing. It was only until I realised that there is so much one can learn from death, so much more that life can't teach us. As I've always admired John Green, his books draw a lot of attention to death and its acquaintances. His The fault in our stars and Looking for Alaska are two such books. Gus from The fault in ours stars, who feared of being oblivion that he'll be forgotten and his desire to do something so huge in order to be remembered was broken only when Hazel told him that if she really meant the world to him and when he knew that she would never forget him; that cured it all. It was only then Gus and we all got to realise that it isn't even remotely necessary and possible for the whole world to remember us. It is only then we realise that it's enough if our loved ones remember us. It's more than enough. When it comes to Alaska and Pudge or Miles from Looking for Alaska, their only question was how will they deal with this suffering of the labyrinth. While Alaska was already doing it her way, Pudge thought he could make a corner of that labyrinth, his home. Alaska's death and the process of finding the reason to her death was Pudge's new definition to this suffering of labyrinth which he thought was home until he hit a realisation point that he was only surviving his time there, in the labyrinth, just like Alaska did. He knew one can never escape the labyrinth, let alone its suffering. We all have to face and share a relationship with the suffering of labyrinth, which is surely hard but in the end, worth. That we all are just energies, transforming, transporting and manifesting, living in different shapes and sizes ignoring that there exists something larger inside of us, a soul. A soul that craves to enjoy its time regardless of the fact whether it is living or dying. A soul that is thirsty to experience everything because there's so much. A soul which is invincible. Pudge realised all of this. He realised all of the things the Old man was trying to teach him. He then knew that no matter how hard we try, this labyrinth of suffering is where we exist as bodies, as humans until death transports us to afterlife.

A wiser me

It's too evident that I'm reaching a point in life when I feel older, not physically but wisely. I know when to create or destroy moments or when to just let them be. I don't anymore stress on things that matter to everybody else except me. Turns out, I'm getting selfish but who isn't? But this selfishness doesn't alone define everything. It's my choices and my ways of doing almost everything, that does. I'm not good for a lot of people but the feeling is mutual. It's just that while they say it, I keep it to myself. Not because it hurts or something but because it's useless. Nobody gives a fuck about your opinions in their life and I'm no different. I've learnt that while people get tired of wasting their energy on telling me to do things when at the end, I will do what I want for that's the only way I can breathe. I don't want to intentionally hurt anybody but if my doing things my way hurts you then I can't help. In that case, either you care way too much or you absolutely loathe me for the disobedience. And as far as my statistics go on this, most of them are stuck on the latter. The best thing about the latter is that I don't give a damn. I've lived years and more detesting every inch of myself and for me, only my thoughts matter. Also, why shouldn't they? Nobody knows me like I do and in all these nineteen years of my mysterious life, I've only let one person solve all of them regardless of the outcomes it will lead. I don't claim myself to be private but there are a lot of things that very few people in my life know and there's only one of them I have counted on. I have no idea what and how the future holds for me. Now, when I talk about myself, I know how much I've changed and how much of that change will cause and lead to new and different roads. And like it is said, “After every tunnel, there's light”, mine will have too. I might not know how long it will take or how far it is but I at least hold that much faith in myself that I'm bound to reach that light and that, I will.

Smoking pain

She was tired of being wounded physically and mentally. She had a choice to leave it but how could she leave something she wished to cherish forever. She couldn’t and she wouldn’t. Lighting her first cigarette, she expected her pain to soothe. It didn’t. The second one didn’t do any good. She finished her third too. Physical harm didn’t soothe her mental pain. She then took her blanket, lied to herself all over again that everything will be fine and closed her eyes only in a hope that tonight she might watch a beautiful dream instead of a nightmare.

PS: I wrote this piece for One Frame Stories who choose to share perspectives on a picture in 99 words. The only idea is to lay down yours and read the others. I personally prefer to give priority to Shakti Shetty for this one.

On dit

Apparently, everything we intend to do has to come out as a masterpiece. It even includes the things I'm writing now. We're not ambidextrous. The last time I saw an ambidexter was Boman Irani playing the role in 3 idiots. Moreover, nobody wants to get that brainy these days. Everybody is something way beyond that- Creative. I always come across so many people who are so creative and yet have bound themselves in a certain limitation. It's heartbreaking to know how much of their creative work we cannot see. The most appealing thing about them is that they don't care what we think, they just believe the most in themselves. Maybe, that's why they stood out of the crowd and continue to do the same. For instance, John Green. He's one of the writers I believe in the most. The way he imagines, writes, forms is an ideal piece. We cannot compare him to anybody except himself. His famous works not only lie within people's shelves but have also made sure to change the lives of many. He will never go démodé. He's one of the joie de vivre and we can never deny that fact. Also, he obviously doesn't have the fear of being oblivious. He's too loved to come across such a thought. Apart from all this above, we both share a rapport which he is unaware about. Little does he know, how irrelevant my dignifying judgments are for him.

Promises

No matter how cold I get,
I know you promise to keep me warm.
No matter how old I get,
I know you promise to come along.
No matter how hard I fall,
I know you promise to keep me tall.
No matter where I go,
I know you promise to follow,
And other than all of this,
No matter how much I hate,
I know you promise to love.  

Simply today

There's so much power air holds. I'm flaunting all over its acquaintances. Especially, the weather. It surprises me how soothing it is. For a moment, losing in it is absolute bliss. I can now imagine how Jack and Rose must have felt when they were standing at the bow of the gigantic ship in the middle of nowhere. Totally worth a shot! The added bonus I right now have is music and also when it's Bruno mars, you can't help but put your headphones on and let happiness flow everywhere in you. Ultimately, reality strucks you and you're back in life but this happiness hides deep inside you reminding you how blissful things can be.

Goodbyes

This word holds different meanings in everybody's life. As far as I'm concerned about mine, it's cruel and I'm never ready to say them. With every goodbye lasts a hope to see the other again. Every goodbye is a promise to be kept strongly. While some goodbyes take a part of me only to return it, there are some who take the whole of me and curse to last forever. Imagine Goodbyes lasting forever. How pernicious! For some, it does. The hardships that come then are too hard to handle. Let alone, come out of it. Well, if your goodbye plans to last a lifetime, say hello to your new pal— misery. If not, the ball is in your court and I hope it stays like that.

An instance of thinking

There's so much to think, do, say, love, hate, laugh at or cry for, learn, complain, interpret, manipulate and the like, yet we all keep ourselves stuck to only one of its kind. The kind that fulfils our desires and eventually, calms are famished soul. Step by step, we experience on our own and choose for ourselves. Some experiences do hurt but we learn from them too. Learn things which happiness or its companions cannot promise to teach. You know, the bitter things. Or the real taste of something we're all going through now, life. Furthermore leading us to a path we didn't even know existed though continued to imagine about. Turns out, some things are better left to experience on our own for its value cannot be explained by others. Especially, the ones who have failed to realise it. The lot that denies to admit the importance of such consequences. Consistently enough, our instincts finally put an end to this wandering and that's when, ultimately, everything makes sense.

Busyness

Time travels on its own. None of us take its hand and walk or even brisk walk, for that matter. Especially these days, while everybody is busy and here's me hoping, it's in a right way. Nobody minds the others being busy, irrespective of the fact that they themselves are a part of such a vast loophole. Hence, the ignorance. And hence, its following bliss. Little we do know that our busyness has nothing to do with our business. It's all about something we have no point doing. Well, I think you get it, right? The busyness now lies without a business. Getting that thought straight, I have got to go. I'm busy.

Flowing away!

You and me under the sky,
With the stars waving us “Hi!”,
Nothing barring us from happiness,
While hiding ourselves in a warm embrace,
With love and care flowing in our veins,
There is no way for a “Good bye!”,
Fading away in our thoughts,
We remember the last time we fought,
Laughter and giggles celebrating our path,
Nothing can define its aftermath,
There is no other way,
We'd love to stay,
While we're at gay,
Let's just never walk away!

Ex-fan

Ganesh Chaturthi is one such festival that takes over the whole of Mumbai for ten days. I'm not a big fan of bappa or any other Gods for that matter but this year he just appeared too cute to me. And with all these past years spent in this city, I'm probably just habitual to saying Morya as soon as I hear Ganpati Bappa. What I observed this year was kids deeply involved in this ceremony taking advantages to enjoy to the fullest. With the official alloted government holidays, it has gotten more power to them. Cheering till their throats reach the point of saturation, over-excitement, the ganpati dance, everything is beyond any limitation. Having said that, I have a complaint against myself for growing up. Losing the fun and excitement for Ganesh Chaturthi is something I cannot digest though it's only because of my loss in faith in all these Gods for I've known that Nature is a better God and when I say that, I don't think the Gods will be offended too.

Plan it all!

Life is cruel most of the times. It blames and punishes us even when it isn't our fault. Not everytime, but a lot of times. The odd thing about it is you can't even fathom the pain it causes. Deep down, you want to correct it but you don't because up in the head, you do know, life is a better planner than you are. So, you let it plan having faith in it and wait for yet another event when it ruins it all for you.

Sixth sense

People talk about using their sixth sense when we can't even use our five correctly and adequately enough to help us with our daily lives. Apparently, I see that mothers have this so-called sixth sense. When talking about mothers, it's all different. Different in such a way that you'll have to become a mother to understand their point of view. Nonetheless, the sixth sense these mothers have is really worth a watch. Here's why.
Not recently enough, I was traveling by the train. An elderly woman, probably in her mid-fifties, was seated beside me. She was pathetically tensed and it was all over her face. She was constantly panting and sweating out of her then unknown tension. Out of pure curiosity, I asked her whether what was so wrong with her that she was in such bad conditions. She nearly gazed me for quite sometime and then in a unusual tone answered that she was worried about her son. I further asked for why she was worried and she only said that it was because she felt so. Abruptly, our train halted with a jerk and she was hurt by a screw and bleeding. The next moment her daughter-in-law called and said that her son had met with an accident. They lived in the USA. She kept crying while her whole conversation on the phone. After hanging up, all I could do was watch her with a shock on my face. And she pretty much noticed it. I asked myself whether how was this even possible and she answered my unspoken question,“I am a mother.” and left.

Dispatching the flouncy

Unconsensually, I'm fleeting away with time. Not by the way I probably should but hopefully faster. It's more unusual because it's coming so inherently into me. Not that I disapprove of it but it just gets weirder and weirder in a way. It's like being on period everyday. Emotions having a full roller coaster ride. Dealing with something or the other everyday on my own. Gaining a little pain by losing someone and yet feeling happier. Maybe, it's all dependent of how satisfaction is ruling me. I don't know if there's somebody in the outer world feeling the same, going through the same shit for it's really shitty. Shitty enough to ruin some things for good or for bad. This whole feeling is too complicated to be expressed but I've been too much in the shell others believe me to be in. Trying to come out of it is like taking a whole new leap ahead. Also, it isn't trivial. People I'm emotionally going far from are the ones who soothed me once upon a time. Likewise, people I'm going away with are the new center of my universe. The most appealing thing about the latter lot is I'm sure I never have to walk away from them. They're going to be the center of my universe until death do us apart and only if death succeeds to.

Guarantee

We all wish to receive this guarantee from anything and everything in life. However, it's pretty near to being impossible. There's absolutely nothing in this world that guarantees to exist or get destroyed for that matter. Nature has set a limited time and purpose for everything. However, for some or the other reason, we are all unknown to it. Even humanity can't be claimed to be guaranteed these days let alone anything other humanly. That's how much guarantee isn't given. Neither to us. Neither to life or death.

Happy little creatures and their world

Nothing really kicks off the innocence kids have. They and their penguin walk in the coloured raincoats. Makes me smile beyond any boundary. Also, they never cease to amaze me. So, today, while I'm in the bedroom surrounded by my new novel and it's addiction over me, I hear two kids who might be barely 6 wandering their way back from school and singing Jana Gana Mana... (The National Anthem) and dancing to it. May not sound very patriotic of them but these innocent creatures sounded so happy singing and dancing to it that I couldn't help but smile at their innocence. The innocence comes just so inherently into these kids. And they were really loud which makes me view that they had no fear, no responsibility, just happy little creatures who sang what they knew and what they could.

People

What do I tell about people? They represent themselves in a better way. Various people, various thinking, various living, various everything. Out of all these people, I like the positive and happy ones. No, not those who are happy but those who choose to be happy. That thin line between the two makes me like the latter more. Why? Because they chose it and I love their decision. We meet people who are cribbing about their life even if there's nothing to crib about it but this happy lot, even if they have everything to cry about, they choose to be happy. These are the people who actually live. While the rest of us, we are just taking life as it comes. If you belong to the happy people, I salute and love you and wish you get happier but if you're the others, rise and shine and fit in to be happy!

The not-so little things

The little things that matter aren't very little. They are the root of all good and bad. Of how much we speak, we've broken all records. The tongue doesn't stay under control anymore. It's more good than bad in some situations. Though, if it turns out bad in any, you must know you aren't wise enough to use it yet. Keep the judgemental thoughts to yourself. And for that matter, don't judge! Makes things a lot easier. It happens very seldom that one is sure of what he speaks and the outcome of all of it. Moreover, many of us don't even know what we speak anymore. It's not the language you must blame, but the thinking. We live in the most advanced and updated century and still have a limited thinking. (Breaks my heart!) The judgements, the immorality, all this we still hug and broad mindedness, reality is what we have kept far. Needless to say, our tongues don't mind our not-so happening business anymore.
I warn you. Don't dare blame any language or culture! Blame yourself. And stand up to change it.

The Heart

Don't put the head in your heart, let your heart be on its own. It's capable enough to do so. It's capable enough to make you live your life, let alone happily. Your head knows that, it's just scared to let the heart be on its own for it might be hurt or scarred. But guess what? Your heart can take it all! Considering this, let it be. Let it beat. Loud and clear.

Live

Live all you can; it's a mistake not to. It doesn't so much matter what you do in particular, so long as you have your life. If you haven't had that, what have you had? Precisely, nothing. It's okay if you don't have a job to lose, it's okay if you don't have a degree to portray, what's important is the knowledge you gained and how much wisdom you acquired, out of life and it's acquaintances. How you learnt the ways to live, even if survival is your living. Be lucky enough to have that for some don't even know of the life you speak. Eventually, you'll know, how to live than just survive.

Oh, the comfort!

Oh, the comfort—the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts, nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them—keep what is worth keeping— and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away. Oh, that comfort!

History

Does history repeat itself, the first time as tragedy, the second time as farce? No, that's too grand, too considered a process. History just burps, and we taste again that raw-onion sandwich it swallowed centuries ago. It just makes us realise how lucky or unlucky we were to not be a part of it. Accordingly, it gives us the sweet or bitter taste which stays with us long enough, until, one day we make our own history.

But still like air, I'll rise!

“You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.”
-Maya Angelou

It's how perfectly these few lines tell us what we've been wondering all our lives. It's not how many complications or difficulties block your way, it's just how you rise above them all. Don't mistake this for optimism. It's real. It's the reality we all fear to face although we do know that one day or the other it'll face us and then, there won't be a choice but to face it too.

Time

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. A time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted. A time to weep and a time to laugh; a time of war and a time of peace. A time to love and a time to hate; a time to mourn and a time to dance. A time to hurt and a time to heal; a time to remember and a time to forget. A time which creates and a time that destroys; a time that's lost and a time that's found. A time that's cherished and a time that's cursed; a time that's real and a time that fades with time. Yet, there will be time and it shall pass by, if not with time then without time.

It's how it is

To walk with a change is like taking babysteps. There's a little trembling, some downfalls but in the end, utter joy. Surviving that change also brings a similar feeling. Every change might be difficult to surpass but not impossible. And eventually, when you realise change will be at your door every now and then, you can't help but accept it. Maybe, it's there for a reason. Maybe, it'll make you happier. Ofcourse, there are probabilities of it going the other way too but looking at the brighter side is a better option always. Not to sound too optimistic, it works. The probabilities get higher than what they were. And anyway, what's the harm in keeping both the sides equal? It's how you look at it. Even if one fails, Perseverance is greatness. Adhere to it and it'll be yours. Then, obstacles will be challenges and change, your partner for life.

Yours truly

With every drop of tear you shed,
My heart feels a fear,
With every smirk you wear,
My only choice is to spare,
A few smiles which you share,
My life seems to glare,
Little do you know too,
I am nothing without your care.
Yours truly,
A lifelong swear.

Living only to die

Every morning, you wake up to yet another day to do something even if procrastinating is all you've planned to do. Imagine if someday you don't have a reason anymore? A reason to wake up? A reason to face another day? A reason to appreciate life? A reason to be thankful for living? What then? Then you'll survive. It'll choke you, break you, hurt you, pain you but you'll still do. You'll do it until you can. Asking yourself the same question everyday, “Why am I doing it?” until death will come your way only to reply, “For me.” And then, being dead is the only thing you'll do. Happily.

Ecstasy

Ecstasy, when simply defined is the intense pleasure one gets by doing something or anything or everything.
Whilst being neck-deep in doing that something, all we can feel is pleasure. A pleasure so intense, it shows and glows. We all feel in one way or the other. Pleasures make you happy. That's its job and as far as that's happening, your ecstacy is invincible.

The end

Someday in life, you realise, how important someone is to you. It happens when the person goes away. Maybe, it's at that point of time you start thinking of living without them and you realise there's NO living without them. They just mean that much to you. You console yourself in every possible way and stamp the reality in your brain of not being close to that someone anymore. No, it doesn't make anything easier. Life turns into a game which you're not even remotely close to being interested. You're lost. Lost in the thoughts of that one who you already lost. You feel cursed by nature and tortured by the universe. But ofcourse, it's the universe and it will change with time. Time heals it. Atleast, heals it enough for you to survive. And you survive.

Mission accomplished

Some people are meant to last a lifetime while some, just a blogpost.

Yay! I lasted a blogpost though I'm not pretty sure about lifetime.

Untitled mystery

One person's death is another person's holiday. One person's moans are another's reason to party. This world works very mysteriously. Not that, we are not aware of the mysteries, just ignorant in our own individual ways. Nonetheless, everything continues. With or without somebody. It's a world full of lives and deaths. Somebody's life affects you while somebody's death destroys you. The tremors of the good or bad eventually hit your way making you realise how lucky or unlucky you are, respectively. But it all doesn't stop here. Nature being a life long teacher keeps popping up things to teach, create or destroy you. It's the Nature's job and we can not promptly question it. It has its own rules and it abides to that pretty obediently. Let's just say, it is better at its work than we are at ours. Naturally, it also has a shitty side which you confront more than the good side. Becoming habitual to it won't work. It will only compile the complications one upon the other without any delay. Ofcourse, nature is no procrastinator. Genuinely, it will do what it has to do with or without your consent.

Priorities

In this insert-any-adjective life, we all have our own little space in people's hearts and it's created by who we are and what nature we hold in front of them. It's merely a play of feelings holding on to each other. With the help of these feelings and positions, priorities are made. Priorities change because of many reasons but most of it being situations. The lifestyle of practicality is what makes us change our priorities in an instant. It is defined and reasoned by normalcy, where as in reality it's just your mind playing with you and the like. You don't just set priorities, they happen to arrange themselves feasibly. All you are allowed to do is appease without any apprehension.

Nothingness

Love is in the air..

Love is surely a bliss which we all don't want to miss but is that really love or just lust in disguise? Love, no doubt, is the most awesome thing in this world but it is highly misunderstood and misused for things that can ruin one in many probabilities. No wonder why the straight-laced have always said,“be careful in love.” As far as today's world and generation is considered, it is often misused for getting laid or losing the “V” which has gotten too much in fashion.
While the amount of people who don't even have a speck of what love possibly is or can be are “falling in love”, it is being exploited vastly. High schools, in fact, even elementary schools have kids “falling in and out” of love daily, weekly or monthly. It might be one innocent start but chances are that it can turn into a horrific disaster thereby destroying one into the ultimatum.
Love is not something you can see or make, it is a feeling and there are a very few who feel it the real way. While in love, one has to half blind, quarter deaf and quarter dumb. You either look over all those of flaws you love, change it or accept it. As a matter of fact, neither is easy. Love is not only the criteria that matters in love. Irony is it comes along with all the possible difficult things the race of human has ever known. Patience, trust, companionship, sharing both— happiness and sorrows, acceptance or ignorance of the unchangeable, etc. is what comes along as the “hard things”.
While love has its own “side effects”, the after effects depend on the condition love makes for you. If it's good, you're the happiest but if it's not, you'd want to end yourself too. It is supposed to be handled with a lot of maturity. Very few understand this four-letter-word because love doesn't come alone and whatever things come along, are hard to keep up with.
Also, there's nothing like true love or fake love. Love is already in its purest form. It's either love or fake. Moreover, you can't measure love. You either love or don't. There's no in-between.
For the summation, all I'd say is be careful because love is in the wrong air...

Writing

A point every writer— good or bad, faces in their life is when they don't know what to write about. Ha! As astonishing it sounds, horrifically it's true. Also, technology plays a very important role here. A writer of the time who used his mighty pen and paper was the writer this techno-addicted world cannot possibly create. Ofcourse, probabilities sustain. As a pen-and-paper writer, the chances of making typos emerged every once in a while which is sporadically found with the techie writers. The technology actually becomes a helping hand for the techie writers by correcting the needful everywhere. While the pen-and-paper writers wasted a lot of papers that headed the floor and soon, the trashcan, all the techie ones did was hit a few buttons and it's off to the Recycle Bin. The advantage pen-and-paper writers had was they could open up their crumbled up papers again to use a good sentence or word while the techie writers just end up clicking the close button of their Notepads leading to no drafts. As an opinionated bot, I regret being a techie writer. I'd rather go to the time when the pen-and-paper writers were born and write between them. If I'm told to write even a few lines on a pen and paper today, I'd end up making a whole mess out of it with different handwriting all over the page. I don't even remember how my hand writes, all I remember is how it types. I wish the outcomes turn out to be good enough and not affect me negatively someday. Being a techie writer or pen-and-paper writer isn't the point. The point is the execution of thought or the thought process and as far as that is happening, write. As much as you want. As much as you can.

AlcoLOL

She wakes up and hurries for her important day. As soon as she tries to push her body to stand, she realises a sudden rush in her head and it clicks to her that it's a hangover. As an aspiring journo, she is pretty sure she can do things correctly even when suffering from a severe hangover. She walks up and heads straight to bathe. After the morning chores end, she is now all fresh and ready to set for the day. Still a little shaken by the hangover she opens her phone to call a senior and asks him what time she must reach for the meeting scheduled. The senior, quarterly asleep, quarterly angry and half shocked screams on the phone whether what sense it makes to her to call him at dawn to ask about the meeting. The apology is exchanged and the phone is hung. She turns to the clock only to realise how stupid she can ever be. She sits there and laughs loud because that's probably, all she can do then.

Nature

The beauty of Nature is too divine to be explained in a few words or sentences. It takes a lifetime to get over the awe of the nature and it's mesmerising beauty. It just attracts you from so within that for a moment or two, you can't understand what's happening to you. Luckily for me, I capture these beautiful views of the nature and cherish them in my memories. With every picture is an attached memory and feeling/s. Nature is the biggest attention seeker in this world. I'm glad it can't selfies or pose for pictures otherwise I'd never come out of its reverence. The colour, its effect; it depicts something everytime but humans are too far from understanding it. Maybe, just maybe, all of this was created just to make us believe in the significance of beauty. However, not the outer one but the internally existing beauty which we all seem to easily neglect. The beauty of the inside that made the outer creation possible and that's possibly all it wants to depict but here we are, being impertinent to it. 

Imagine

Imagine, the person who you love, loving you more.
Imagine, life changing a better way.
Imagine, your imaginations turning into realities.
Imagine, a smile that won't leave your face.
Imagine, the bad turn best.
Imagine, the change going the right way— the one you longed for.
Imagine, a life so beautiful, even the nature gets speechless.
Imagine, flying so high without a fear of falling down.
Imagine, being so deep, you don't remember the heights.
Imagine, a scar so small, it's vanished in a blink.
Imagine, a flower so colorful, colours bloom.
Imagine, blind love seeing, not the flaws but the flawlessness.
Imagine, being a good writer.
Imagine, being the world to somebody who's your world.
Imagine, living so happily even sadness forgets its meaning.
Imagine, a world so real, you love imagining it.
Imagine, purity so common, there's no mixture left.
Imagine, mentality grow so broad, narrowness gets narrow.
Imagine, a bond so strong, even nature bows to it.
Imagine, just imagine.

Everything happens for a reason

Everything happens for a reason and as usual, we're always paralleled with the reason— never met and will never meet. Maybe, just maybe, there's a reason behind that too. However, knowing the reason/s doesn't make our task any easier. We do learn to accept things very soon because of this one statement. Using it every now and then on everyone who's in a state to believe it becomes the chore. But, not knowing the reason/s does affect us a little somehow. We just deny taking any effort to change it or challenge the probabilities. As a matter of fact, it just gets boring. No challenges, no obstacles; it becomes too plain to live using this statement on everything. It does have its pros and cons and they emerge in front of you on their right time for an unknown reason, ofcourse.

Change

A boy doesn't turn into a man once he gets the hair on his face. Similarly, a girl doesn't turn in a lady just because she can now walk steadily on high heels. A woman doesn't turn into a mother just by having a baby. A person doesn't turn speechless after viewing the nature's hidden beauty. We don't change into something better or worse just like that. It takes a thought and in some cases, a thought process. Regardless of the facts, our thoughts continue to change and with them, change us too for better or for worse depending on its own wish, need, greed and want. The hard, deep thinking, the fight between internal angels and devils— it's all a part of the thought process which is too far from termination. Also, understanding every point that arises in the self conversation holds a special position in the process. Neglecting anything is not an option anymore. Neither is making priorities. Continuing it is a burden; ending it, a desire. It's more of a roller coaster ride that forgot to stop. All you can do is flow in the flow, experience the butterflies and have fun learning something out of it. That's probably the best way one can deal with the changes.

Answers to meaningless questions

Q. Who makes nonsense so sensible?
A. Social media.
Q. What leads to people being all sugar spice and everything nice?
A. Money.
Q. Who cares about where we are in the future?
A. Parents.
Q. Why are politicians all corrupt?
A. We gave them the right to.
Q. What is the best way to make millions?
A. Create your own religion.
Q. What hurts more— physical bruises or mental scars?
A. Both.
Q. What begins to end soon?
A. Good time.
Q. Everyone just looks like a fool or they're really fools?
A. We're really fools.
Q. How much underestimation is needed to hate oneself?
A. Not much.
Q. How many bullets are needed to kill ego?
A. None. It just requires a thought.
Q. What is worst than being worst?
A. Not knowing why we are worst.
Q. What unites people and divides them at the same time?
A. Religion.
Q. Who don't return?
A. Dead bodies.
Q. What's more to writing?
A. Writing good.
Q. What do we do with the rights?
A. Misuse them.
Q. When is the best time to shut up?
A. Always.
Q. Are we good enough for people we love?
A. No.
Q. Is the world going to end?
A. Not before you finish reading this.

Best and better than that

You can never claim what is the best. Ofcourse, out of the few options you're given, there can be a best one but when it becomes universal there is obviously something better than it. Assortments only make our job to choose what is the best easier. However, universally, there is surely something better than what we claim best. It is, therefore, said that sky is the limit for these type of situations because no matter how much you search, there is a better choice than your already best tagged thing. Politicians, for that matter are all corrupt but out of the options we are getting, we choose the best among them not the best among the whole world. So this election, vote for the best among the few worst. Happy elections!

Excitement

Curiosity killed the cat. Excitement killed my sleep. Everything— from experiencing those little butterflies in the stomach to extreme restlessness only depicts how much excited I am or possibly could be. Today my body doesn't need music to dance on. My heartbeats took their place and I'm dancing already. Hard and fast and most importantly, happily. The reason behind all this is only one person who makes me breathe, a person who knows what my heart sings and makes it beat even faster while skipping a few. Words might fail to explain my feelings but they know exactly what I mean and feel. Nevertheless, my emotions flow like they've just got to know the power of their flowing. They deny to halt and I deny to have them halted. Either way, my life is now a beautiful dream that felt eternity away. All I can say is I'm glad for whatever it is and whatever it is going to be. I have my love and that's the best my life could ever be.

Everything we didn't...

Everything we say values and is taken in consideration. It might not be valued now but someday or the other it is. But, what about things we don't say? Why aren't they considered? Why aren't they understood or even misunderstood for that matter? It's all human tendency to just hear what somebody says and not try and understand what they didn't say. We never really realise there's so much we want to say and there's very little of that part that we actually say. Sadly, it doesn't matter until that one time when you're miserable that you didn't say it. Or that you didn't do it. Whatever you wanted to. Whatever you had to do. And then all there's left to say and do is regret. Fortunately, you do that atleast with everything you have or don't have.

Worst side

Many people know and appreciate your good side but very few know and accept your worst. And by very few, I mean literally very few. I won't advise you to cherish them or keep them happy or any such crap because once they've accepted and loved you even in your worst, they're not leaving you no matter what. Also, there is not one time where they won't appreciate your best side. When they can love your worst so much, imagine the amount of love that'll be given when you're at your best. Infact, all the times you're not your worst is the time they think you're at your best. So you don't even need to put any efforts. It just happens all on its own. It must sound very selfless but that's what love does to you. It makes you selfless.

Loneliness

Loneliness, for a change, doesn't come all alone. It comes with sad and negative feelings and emotions. Things that you would want to change sooner than it can. It doesn't matter by how many people you're surrounded, once you still feel alone between them, you're lonely. Maybe, it is a state of mind but certainly, not a good one. You can be happy being lonely but only temporarily. If you're a human, you cannot be lonely and happy for long. There will come a time where you'll need somebody, anybody. That's when the ground reality hits you. However, you look around and unfortunately, find nobody. Just you with yourself. You either pretend to be happy or go be happy for real. Just like every other situation in life, you get a choice here too. The latter depends on what you do now. You choose. You experience. You decide. 

Validity

There are things which have an expiry date and then there are those meant to last a lifetime. However, you never know which of the things change when. The law of nature states that change is constant and you cannot change it. Settling between these changes is quite worth an applause. Maybe, that's how we were supposed to work. Anyway, we hold nothing except our changing lives. The cool thing is it's so enterprising and entertaining at the same time. You've been enterprised and everyone else is entertained. Ha! What surprises is how and when and why it happens. There are certainly reasons for all it, unknown to us. Whatever all this is, there's an end to it too. Good or bad? Depends. Varies.

Being

Being good is bad or being bad is good? Being right is wrong or being wrong is right? Being dark is fair or being fair is dark? Being true is false or being false is true? Being low is high or being high is low? Being cool is hot or being hot is cool? Being two is one or being one is two? Being similar is different or being different is similar? Being easy is complicated or being complicated is easy? Being new is old or being old is new? Being alive is dead or being dead is alive?

Indian Summers.

Well, yes, Indian Summers suck and they're back to suck the hell out of us. Nothing more or less. I'll let the season speak for itself this year. Happy Summers!

That one

Often when we have choices in our ordinary lives, we choose what is our favourite. It can start from normal food to colours to clothes to people. Everything where we are given assortments, we choose "that one" and that "that one" barely changes. We get so habitual to the "that one" that we don't even realise when it turns into something so special for us. We tend to choose "that one" over all the other options that we are proffered with. Especially, when it comes to people and relations, we always have that one person who our eyes can't wait to view, our lips can't wait to curve into a smile and it comes so inherently into us. Without any notification, there is a point of time when you can't be with "that one" anymore for some or the other reason. That's when you get to know the worth of "that one" the most. Unfortunately, you are helpless. You cannot do anything about it. All you do is accept it. Some move on, some try to, some don't. Your way of life changes rapidly. You try to do everything feasible about it but nothing works. You go through the most deteriorating phase of your life which doesn't seem to terminate. Consequently, things happen but it doesn't matter to you anymore. You are still stuck there in the past, with that one.

Reality and imaginations

Reality is what lies in front of us while imaginations are something our little head keeps generating with an expectation that it will someday turn into a reality. Nevertheless, our realities mockingly laugh at the imaginations because they know imaginations are far away from being realities. We do accept it but our thoughts deny to. Why? Because the little ones running the head are having fun and for them, it's like a weekend vacation. And then, who wants Monday? So, they keep generating those stupid things they once did only every Friday to Sunday and now it happens on all days. Imagine the beautiful things. Imagine a beautiful life without worries and sorrows or anything even near to negativity. Just pure happiness and bliss. It goes on for long until reality hits them on their face. "BOOM!" Unfortunately, the party is over. The little people in the head get back to their old and boring schedule of living realities. It goes on for awhile before imaginations come in again and get the party started. This time, with double energy and new experiences. This never ending thinking and battle between imaginations and realities go on before life knocks both of them down. So, ultimately it doesn't matter in what world you live. Life is always there to break and make everything.  You've just got to be prepared. Trust me, sooner or later, you'll realise. If not by what I say then you'll reach a point of time there won't be anybody to tell you but it will just happen and eventually, you'll realise. The harder way.

Maybe

Maybe, you're right.
Maybe, there's still hope.
Maybe, there's a reason.
Maybe, your thoughts make you claustrophobic.
Maybe, you're a dream turned into a nightmare.
Maybe, my thoughts calm you.
Maybe, yoga plants are sexy.
Maybe, Mumbai Locals suck.
Maybe, the couples mingling at Marine Drive are in love.
Maybe, you're defined because of someone else.
Maybe, life hits you hard everytime.
Maybe, a scar reminds you of it all the time.
Maybe, there is no real connection.
Maybe, there's no hope for this generation.
Maybe, you aren't getting what you deserve.
Maybe, being cool is the new hot.
Maybe, the best ideas go in vain for they are unnoticed.
Maybe, the left one is the right decision.
Maybe, advising people is stupid.
Maybe, your life sucks.
Maybe, you're not an option anymore.
Maybe, travelling isn't a bad journey.
Maybe, the snow doesn't cool the heat inside of you.
Maybe, love isn't true.
Maybe, it's all a passé.
Maybe, denying is professionalism.
Maybe, you're not always right.
Maybe, you don't want anybody.
Maybe, you need somebody.
Maybe, it's not all that problematic.
Maybe, in a parallel universe, you're perfect.
Maybe, you're somebody who's nobody like everybody else.
Maybe, you're glad taking the road people avoid even in their dreams.
Maybe, trends don't matter anymore.
Maybe, being simple will not be a fashion in future.
Maybe, the information we all seem to grasp is useless.
Maybe, you're special.
Maybe, it's all a maybe.

Time travel

From centuries ago to now, we've transformed into smarter and cleverer human beings. However, our smartness has also taken a few wrong roads which has affected us itself. We still continue to transform, change a bit of this and that and later transfer it to people surrounding us. Even after some of us succumbed in this delusional journey, there are some who still stand tall enough to not take a fall soon. From the time of dominance to democracy, we've changed. This change has resulted into a lot of things the straight-laced deny. Formerly, they didn't know what the latter will bring them. They just went on with their lives as serenely as possible before the existence of wars and the mentality of "yours" and "mine" came up. Slowly, the mentality grew and spread so much so that it lefts its cicatrice in the history for the future to learn and condole it. Since then, the nature has sacrificed itself to the different greedy wants and necessities of humans without showing even a sign of a kvetch, just like a loyal dog to its robust master. Yet, we don't stop. We proceed as if everything is flawless and accurate. We don't even express or accept our errors that seem to cost not only us but the entire vicinity. Still, we are here traveling with time like it's having a good time strolling with us.

A story.

A story tells you a scene either in a cinematic way or explains it all with a word. A story is to listen, understand and learn from it. It has different versions. It can be meaningful, comedy, tragedy, full of live, revenge, anger or anything at all. Some stories start and end but the best ones are those which end only to a have a new start. While some stories give you a huge laugh, some touch your heart and stay in there for a lifetime. The corresponding steps of happiness and sadness or any other feeling in a story create a type of its own. Some stories are too relatable and realistic. You get so involved in it, you forget it's a story. Then, there are some who absolutely disconnect you from reality and take you in a whole different planet. Above all, a story is just a story. True or false doesn't matter.

Selfishness

Selfishness resides in us, knowingly or unknowingly. We all tend to bend in front of people because of the selfishness of wanting them no matter what they do. Nobody cares if it's right or wrong, nobody even cares to think on it. Everybody just go on. Sometimes, with the flow, sometimes, in the flow. And because we're so busy ignoring it, we forget when and how it has become an integral part of our lives. Good or bad, we don't know. Either way, it stays. Inside us or with us. However, this selfishness is probably a negative word but most apt to describe this behaviour of ours. Sooner or later, those wants become our needs. You don't even realise and it's all into you like cancer. It turns venomous, biting and eating each part of you, one day at a time. So slowly, you don't even come to know. That venom makes you do things you never wanted yourself to do. Also, they're the exact opposite of what you wanted to do. Nevertheless, it's not about the wants anymore, just needs. You do whatever the situation demands and needs and flow with it, giving a blind eye to everything that is craving for your attention. If you meet their craving, it ends but if you don't, it just gets worse. Worse than you can even imagine. It blasts your head, turns you into a monster, inside-out. The things are still craving for you exactly like they did before or even more than that. The only end now is death or drawing your attention towards the ones who've been craving for it from a long time now. The sooner you do, the better for you. Otherwise, getting eaten by the little monster inside of you that turned big will eat the whole of you. So fast, you won't even have time to regret.

Because

Because you are still alive.
Because there is a meaningful meaning to every word.
Because everything doesn't change.
Because your imaginations cannot be with you forever.
Because reality knocks no doors but heads.
Because nobody is fucking special.
Because equality is a state of mind.
Because pleasure isn't the only thing needed.
Because there is a difference between wants and needs.
Because reasons and excuses change with time and tide.
Because dogs are going to bark without knowing you.
Because there is a future, bright or dark.
Because light travels faster than you.
Because you can't be sad forever.
Because the game is still on.
Because life is not a race.
Because everybody is worthy of love.
Because nobody can define love.
Because real life sucks, no matter what.
Because happiness is temporary.
Because the angel has now turned into a devil.
Because behind every lie, there is a truth that they are lying.
Because people tend to change.
Because you're allowed to breathe the same polluted air that the terrorists breathe.
Because nothing is sure.
Because probabilities take over.
Because consciousness isn't permanent.
Because some permissions have no value.
Because lust and love are two different things.
Because music can't always be on point.
Because nothing is constant.
Because constant constantly changes.
Because you are now smarter or more stupid.
Because you are not alone.
Because choices are there.
Because life isn't really mean.
Because everything goes on, sooner or later, with or without you.

"I've experienced it."

Life as we know it and life in reality are like the two poles of earth. They never meet. We know life as beautiful or amazing or just like how we see them in the movies- happy endings. While in reality, it's the exact opposite. Not saying, there's no happiness but before reaching there, you cross enormous amount of hurdles which is why you realize the true meaning of the happiness you receive at the end of it. But like every other human, you desire for more. You start again but this time, to receive more of it. Atleast, more than what you got the last time. Imaginations also support your reality but you wish it was the other way round. You choose to make your imagination real forgetting they are an imagination yet for a reason, unknown to be disclosed. You don't care then. Although, you very well realize it later, just the hard way. Your desires crash, one after another. But one fine day, you stand up again even after knowing you might fall again. This time, harder than before. You still do it. You risk it. Fortunately, this time your risk takes a different turn. The turn you longed for. You take it as fast you can before even thinking where it might take you because you aren't scared of a failure anymore. You know, this time, if you face a failure again, you will stand up again only to enjoy it everytime it stands in front of you. You are happy. And maybe, just maybe, that's what matters. Your imaginations finally meet the reality. You realize it's about that time when you can proudly say you are living the life you knew about. You finally realize the two poles can meet, you just need to make them meet. A little effort, that's all you need to put. You've heard a lot of all this but now when you say it, you add- "I've experienced it."

You and the other one.

There is nothing better than having fun in life. You don't really bother if your way is right or wrong because you're so busy having fun. But, unknowingly, you happen to touch a person's heart. Maybe, that's where you need to stop but you don't want to. Why? Because it's fun. Selfishness defines you then. You drift. Fun is your new life. You get used to it. You love it. Somewhere inside, you feel you're wrong but you choose to ignore it because now, all you care about is yourself. You drift with the flow. Hard and fast. You don't know the end or probably, you don't care for you know yours alone but what about the other one? You think. You ignore. It keeps popping up in the little head. It makes you feel small. You realize how selfish you've been. Nevertheless, everything continues the same. At the end, you're fine. What about the other one? You don't know. You don't want to know. It bothers you but you choose to avoid it and just be selfish, all over again.

A little here and there

In an already directionless life, meeting an unknown and taking turns on every road we walk together isn't easy but surely worth a try. Sometimes, you just can have a good time. Maybe, the best time. You might never want the fun and night or day to end because it seemed beautiful enough with the unknown too and there's always room for a company to vision beautiful things. Fortunately, if the unknown becomes known, you can certainly not deny that your try was a success. Maybe, they will be in your 'adventure list of crazy things' with a lot more to come. Now because they're not anymore unknown. So, maybe, going a little here and there helped and certainly, the little here and there was fun. Having tried that, I've learnt going a little here and there won't harm but become a part of your life and amazing memories.

Beep beep beep!

I woke up and saw that beautiful face beside sleeping yet, at its most innocent state. Though, it was calm and silent, it said out things loud. Yes, he was snoring. I couldn't help but giggle. Trying to kiss without waking the innocent victim of mine, I bent forward to plant one on his cheek and suddenly, I was awestruck when I was slid down and kissed in the most romantic way. Well, he's always been a good actor or maybe, it's just me. *winks* And then, the Mr. Innocent falls back to sleep but this time all snuggled up with me. Joy was the only perfect word that could define all of this. Woken up by the unumerous snoozed alarms, we finally ended the play and rose to see that we both were late for our respective jobs. Showering together, my only thought was "let's not go to office today" and he read my mind. We decided to bunk and go out on a date. Yep, we were that couple who'd go on dates even after being married. But ours was a different way. We went to the kitchen, making breakfast together although it was just bread and butter accompanied with coffee for me and tea for him. Having done that "too much" of work, we rested our asses on the sofa. Fighting to go the beach or movie was our forever dilemma. And as always, we were going to the beach because we were married and fortunately, I was the wife.

*Beep beep beep*

Yeah, all a dream. Gladly, it was about that time it'd come true. My innocent victim is still beside me, snoring ofcourse.

Turning modest or modern?

The whole idea of being modern is leading to people being modest. Not just this generation but also the ones prior to them. No, to be modern, one doesn't need to show off their body, wear less clothes or act seductive. It is all the matter of thinking, not showing yourself physically. However, some people seem to have adopted it the wrong way. Being modern leads to the broadness in thinking, vanishment of narrow thinking, being open to choices and choosing wisely the best and most apt one. Being modern never did and never will mean being modest. This term has been totally misinterpreted by people from a long time now. It doesn't matter what you wear or what you do, you can still be modern. Accepting the way this century is living is being modern, irrespective of choosing to live the same or not. Being modern is to be open to new and good thoughts, trying to know new things, be in pace with time. That, is modernisation. While, even if you show off, wear western clothes, be sexually attractive or any crap like that doesn't make you modern except for when you change what's inside that little head. The thinking. That's what is needed to be modern, feel the modernisation and be a part of it.

Sooner or later

Sooner or later, you realize. Sooner or later, you understand that you haven't yet given up. Sooner or later, your tracks start to change. Sooner or later, your thoughts turn into plans. Sooner or later, you're divided.
Sooner or later, you get to know the bad out of the good. Sooner or later, you stop and breathe. Sooner or later, you realize it's not the end. Sooner or later, procrastination plays. Sooner or later, you try and try and still don't succeed. Sooner or later, your advantages turn into disadvantages. Sooner or later, your life shows you its side effects. Sooner or later, the leaf leaves its acquaintances. Sooner or later, your life becomes a big circumcised trouble because sooner or later, everything changes and with them, sooner or later, you change too.

Misery

Him: "I'll miss you."
Her: "As if I won't."

In an already long distance relationship adds another misery of not being able to contact at all and then for one hell of a long month, my life seemed to end pathetically. We were both surely sad just that I had more time to think about the sadness in my life than him. Also, unfortunately, more time to get affected by the whole sadness. Clearly, life and I were battling and certainly, I was nowhere near to win it. With every time and tide, the misery struck me nice and wise. "Cool!", I said facing straight at my bad luck and blaming every inch of all this to it. Nevertheless, it didn't really seem to make things any better. Facing it just got me more close to realising how away I was from him. Reality sucks, truly. It kills every fathom of your happiness with its sharp sword used very cleverly on people like me. Sad but true. Moreover, not being able to even wish each other on the so-called day of love, Valentine's day, was pricking nicely to me. Those thorns- couples engrossed in love were really helpful enough to this misery and kept pricking until I'd bleed. They were indeed successful. I could sense worst feelings flowing with the blood and alcohol in my body together. And as a matter of fact, these will come to me every now and then, just to make me realize how much of a happy life I cannot have.
Sweeeeet!

Just glad it was me

With the small talks we seldom had,
With every word that slipped your lip,
With every star that shined bright for us to see,
With the sun spreading its glorious nudity,
With every bite of love you took,
With the not-so-precious time you wasted with me,
With the toxic intake of nothing even close to low toxicity,
With the hand that chose to play around high-fives,
With every note of the song you sang for me,
With love shown bright in the eyes I barely stared,
And with all that coming at once straight,
I knew you loved somebody,
Just glad it was me.

Incredible India!

On one hand, there's an institution run up as MARD to stop rape and discrimination and on the other, there's another rape case being filed in the police. The way the faith in humanity is deteriorating because of the upcoming disasters of rape is hilarious and fastening. Nonetheless, nobody charges themselves responsible of the environment around them or the one they're actually living in. Another 17-year-old is the victim of such an issue and we're just here writing, reading and feeling sorry for the life in her which has now ended. Men turning into such animals is not only shocking but at the same time, most shameful. Moreover, all this has somehow become a part of a country unknowingly and we aren't even bothered about vanishing it. Irony is we have accepted it so easily. It is truly said, "People hear, feel anger and pity, talk about it for a few days, come up with a temporary action plan and forget." That's how we "Indians" are literally defined and it is becoming truer day by day. With a country where their own women are not safe, there's no bloody use of any bill because it will be passed temporarily with raging anger, talked about, misused and forgotten. That's who we really are or rather have become. It's high time but nobody really wants to face it. Just like every other time, we'll know, talk, feel and forget. Incredible India!

Him.

He is never like the morning sunlight ray,
He is the one who just makes my day,
Without being beside,
Without setting everything aside.

He is something I can never forget to remember,
And is someone who breaks my heart into few,
Only to keep one of the two.

He is surely silly enough to have no brains,
But certainly someone with the biggest heart.

His eyes too true to lie,
While they see my.

His smile isn't just a quick phase,
But something that my mind can forever chase.

"It's not what you think it is."

This is totally a rant post so readers, you can surely go ahead and avoid it but if you happen to read it, I apologize you already. Have fun, maybe.

This is of that point of time when I totally literally give up. Of my life. Of me. Of my relationship. Everything. It's just a phase (maybe) which hits me hard enough to leave a mark, better much, scar to give a glimpse of it when I recall it. My whole beautiful life turns out to be a bigger disaster than the whole movie 2012 together. Yeah, you feel sorry, right? You should be. I need that. Atleast from someone. My imaginary friend too has left me all alone this time, not that it was even a sprinkle of help but still. Atleast, it was there. Sigh. Boyfriend's off sailing, my health is fucked up, my family sucks the hell out of me and my finally existing job starts to become non-existent. Somehow. It's too common, I know. But it sure as hell doesn't make anything easier. Just that I feel sorry for me and everybody in this. The worst part is I don't even have an idea how to deal with it. LOL. Turns out I'm a beginner at it. And beginners tend to have their luck, I've heard. Although I'm not sure about mine.

Learn to learn not to earn.

We all have been nurtured or brought up in someway to earn a degree, get a job and a good salary. Nobody's parents ever taught us to learn. They just sent us to schools where the book was taught. Not saying, it wasn't good but it just wasn't enough. It was good to earn a degree not to learn about life and humanity. Also, I'm not blaming anything. Just complaining like every other human who would think like me. We all learnt in our kindergarten to not spill litter around but still 99% of us are found throwing the garbage around when we're out. I'm glad I'm one of the 1% who don't. Moreover, I even take the initiative to stop people from doing it.
This is the incident of a few days ago, when I was travelling in the train and a kid and her mother were off to the kid's school. His mother gave a banana to keep him healthy and was actually lecturing everyone around to make their kids eat it. As soon as he finished eating it, he asked his mother whether where should he throw its peel and the mother instantly pointed outside the window of the train. The boy obeyed her and threw it out. As soon as he was done with his job, I made him sit beside me and asked him if he was taught to spill litter around in the school. He replied negatively and the mother looked at me realizing what she had just done. I could see her realizing and she apologized me. All I could do was thank her that she realized otherwise there are people who backfire me with those annoying looks for I don't know what. I was glad to have been met them. The boy was really young but I was astonished when he told me,"The next time my mummy tells me to throw the garbage outside, I won't, pakka didi." I smiled back and pecked the cute innocent kid.
The point is we can all change if we choose it. It's obviously our own choice but we still never really take the initative and survive always the way we do.
Also, if you think where we should throw the garbage when we're in the train or something, I'd suggest you wait till the station arrives and there are obviously trash bins there. Go ahead! Do a good job and pat yourself!
Education teaches us a lot, we just have to grasp the little things out of it rather than just focusing on the one that earns us a degree and gets us a job with a good salary.

The incident.

Every other day there are thousands of 'women' and 'men' travelling by the Mumbai Local trains, up and down, day and night. I particularly mention women and men separately because it's not the same for both the genders.

So this last week I was, as usual, going home from work and walking my way through those over crowded bridges connecting platforms in the "peak hours". Suddenly, I found a man too old to be called young, trying to harass a girl walking beside me. She was hardly fifteen. I could sense it after seeing her getting uncomfortable and putting her bag in every way she could protect herself from that man. I was noticing it all and I'm very sure there were others too, watching it all and still as silent as 'humans' always are.
The way he was trying to touch her was horrible. I broke my anger and shouted at him, "uncle, khud ko control karo nahi toh gaand pe laat padegi". I'm glad a few men came ahead and started to beat him up. As soon as we reached the last stair, there was police. Phew! We complained them about him and then he was all theirs. I'm also glad the police didn't say,"FIR likhwana padega madam. Hum isey kuch nahi kar sakte abhi." There was a past incident where this actually happened and I expected this again but glad it didn't. The man was under their custody after getting beaten up by the public.
All my eyes were happy to see is that girl coming to me with a smile and thanking me and in reply I told her to make a start if something like this happens again. The rest will be taken over by the crowd of real men. She smiled back.

Imaginations.

Imaginations can be as good as real and as bad as a disaster. They can turn life into a bliss or make it downright difficult. The better the imagination, the more beautiful its effects. The horrible the imagination, the more horrifying its effects. The point is we can control it. The point is we know how to control it. The point is we control it. The point is we decide how good or bad, beautiful or dangerous, bliss or disaster they are or can be. However, we instead choose to not use this superpower and imagine what others imagine who are mostly negative at their par. Sad but true. The breathtaking fact is good imaginations lead to positive thinking which automatically turn into a bright reality while the bad ones, their exact opposite. We are leading ourselves and our imaginations. One must not forget that. Keep imagining!

The inside.

So, working at Mcdonald's is an easy job. Saying "Namasté, Welcome to McDonald's" is easy? It's not. Well, I'm just kidding, it's very easy. Atleast if you say it for like, five times. But what if you do that for five times in ten minutes? Hard. Hectic. Moreover, to people who don't even care to smile back. Discouraging at times but soothing when atleast one out of the ten smile back at you. Nevertheless, you still have to have that smile all the way to your cheeks because it's your job. As a matter of fact, it just seems easy while the ones doing it break every nerve and muscle of their face to do that for ten hours with short breaks. Sweet.

P.S. Smile back to those humans. Thank you.

Miles between us...

Miles between us and I still see you,

Skies separating us and I still feel you,

For distance is between us and not our hearts,

Let alone go all the other parts,

It hurts to hurt you and I now know why,

Because while I have your heart you have mine,

I'm glad it's that way for I can't have you hurt,

I know it's me even when I don't want to be,

I don't know why, I can hear me cry,

I thought I was evil but you turned it round,

Because at the end, I had you surround.

Judgments

Judgments should only last inside the four walls of a legitimate court. What do we gain by judging outside anyways? We get nothing but false responses, negative reactions, hatred and all the bullshit that comes along. The point is when there's no point in judging, why do it? At the end of the day, it's giving you nothing at all. Moreover, sometimes they're all vague and hazy. You're anyway not sure about you're judging is right or downright wrong or whether it even matters to somebody. Even if it doesn't matter to some, it surely does to a few and that is what causes drama in the person's life who you're judging as wrong. When judgments are right, you're on a safe side but if they happen to go wrong, you automatically form an opaque wall between the one you judged wrong and yourself. What'd you gain out of this now? NOTHING. And you still repeatedly continue to do it. I can say you're just a fool in disguise of a human. Now when I judged you in the very last sentence of mine, how did you feel? Judged? Negatively? You should, because that's exactly what you've been doing to people around you no matter who they are. The ground reality is judging will give you nothing but make a negative environment around you. Also, when you're gaining absolutely nothing, how about cutting it out of your life? Just leave it to the people themselves. You anyway need not be involved. Be wise enough to understand that. The choice is always yours.