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.