We are all sadists in our own ways, though not confronting each time, but somewhere deep down we know that we do . We do things we don't want to fake, we still do it in an interestingly fake manner.We smile, we nag, we talk good and bad, and we know what's good and bad; even then we get confused while making decisions.
How difficult it is to choose and walk on the right path...that we all end up walking on the wrong ones?
But today i have an answer to myself after a very long time ; " that we all tried wrong paths to just see others follow them, and stand by to only laugh at them while they fall". This feeling is victorious, and gives a sense of an achievement. So now, we even know the feeling of winning with pride. But isn't all this an experience in itself; isn't all this masala and gossip needed to survive?
Yes, it is :) It would be boring and not so magical if we didn't know the wrongs to know the rights and we still are happy to be the way we are. That's the human race for all of us.
Cheers.
Saturday, 7 May 2011
Friday, 7 August 2009
PLAY
“That rabbit is just so adorable", she thought. “Oh, just look at his whiskers, his tiny twinkling eyes, and the fur all over his body makes him look just perfect to be my pet."
How can such creatures stay in a hole full of mud? It’s stinky, slimy, and just so dirty inside. What...there are lights in this hole? They are actually lights; and what a flowery bed to sleep on. But how will I ever fit into a tiny bed like that? And what's that squeaky sound? Ah, bright sunlight is here, it's so warm and pleasant. Those red candles were brought by Red. He is so fascinated by his name that despite giving him nicknames, he refuses to respond to any name but that. Well, that's why we also call fiery and so cool is Blue.
Blue? Well that's me. I am the one who will be telling you about the ones in my life. My imagination is the only one I want to control, but you know fast she is. She would just not sit quietly. She would fly with Red, Identity, Emotion, Whine, and of course me. And the moment she gets tired, she leaves us with Sky. Let me first introduce you sky to you, before you start racking your brain.
Sky is the one whom I belong to, and he has taught me the schools of livelihood. Imagination and Sky have a strong bond and none of us, even Emotion can tear them apart. Though we would never wish to do such a thing…but it just strikes me, what If I actually doJ.
Anyway, my friends and I have too much to do, and despite all the “too much” involved, we manage to give smiles to each other. Ask me how?
Well…by just being there whenever one squeaks out of his hole. My traits are very similar to imagination, simply because I’ve grown with her. However, we still differ in our own ways. She acts like my mother at times but I like being pampered by her too. There was a well right outside my shelter. There were tiny trees and men seated around the well, as if it were some movie. And all that they did throughout was watch inside the well for “Something”. Something was very weird. He was big, at times small, at times trying to grad me (actually every time). He was hollow whenever I tried looking through. I always wondered how such a thing came into existence. He was squeaky, slimy, but very powerful. It seemed as if, the power of this universe rested in him. And suddenly there was Owlie without eyes and was trying to read out my name written on the blackboard. Further to my memory, I realized I was to be punished and that was why my name was painted on the board. But why was this stupid Owlie trying to read out my name when she didn’t have eyes?
Have you ever tried going beyond your power and felt shattered? Why are we talking about Power? He doesn’t like being talked about. He is the only one in the gang who “likes” staying mum and show himself up, when in grave and ultimate need. It’s at times insane to be with him. My Footmat recently cribbed about me. Above all…why me? Well, he wanted us to go, dance to our tunes, but you know me…I just wanted to paint myself that day. To my surprise, I painted myself Red. Red and I looked exactly the same (at least that’s what I thought). But you all have your opinion. That clearly declared that we didn’t look alike, but I tried.
It was aching all over and I could see Red going within me. Oh shit he oozed out. And what’s that faint shriek voice? She’s kicking me and trying to take Red away from me. Why is she doing this?
Oh lord…….Splash
“What the hell are you doing? Trying to hurt yourself, while dreaming? Insane gal. You’ve already got late. Get up”. Suddenly my friends waved at me, kissed me and were fading…going…gone. I so wanted my life in there; but nature has its way always. The mean world overshadowed the generous world.
I hope it ends, vice versa………some day.
How can such creatures stay in a hole full of mud? It’s stinky, slimy, and just so dirty inside. What...there are lights in this hole? They are actually lights; and what a flowery bed to sleep on. But how will I ever fit into a tiny bed like that? And what's that squeaky sound? Ah, bright sunlight is here, it's so warm and pleasant. Those red candles were brought by Red. He is so fascinated by his name that despite giving him nicknames, he refuses to respond to any name but that. Well, that's why we also call fiery and so cool is Blue.
Blue? Well that's me. I am the one who will be telling you about the ones in my life. My imagination is the only one I want to control, but you know fast she is. She would just not sit quietly. She would fly with Red, Identity, Emotion, Whine, and of course me. And the moment she gets tired, she leaves us with Sky. Let me first introduce you sky to you, before you start racking your brain.
Sky is the one whom I belong to, and he has taught me the schools of livelihood. Imagination and Sky have a strong bond and none of us, even Emotion can tear them apart. Though we would never wish to do such a thing…but it just strikes me, what If I actually doJ.
Anyway, my friends and I have too much to do, and despite all the “too much” involved, we manage to give smiles to each other. Ask me how?
Well…by just being there whenever one squeaks out of his hole. My traits are very similar to imagination, simply because I’ve grown with her. However, we still differ in our own ways. She acts like my mother at times but I like being pampered by her too. There was a well right outside my shelter. There were tiny trees and men seated around the well, as if it were some movie. And all that they did throughout was watch inside the well for “Something”. Something was very weird. He was big, at times small, at times trying to grad me (actually every time). He was hollow whenever I tried looking through. I always wondered how such a thing came into existence. He was squeaky, slimy, but very powerful. It seemed as if, the power of this universe rested in him. And suddenly there was Owlie without eyes and was trying to read out my name written on the blackboard. Further to my memory, I realized I was to be punished and that was why my name was painted on the board. But why was this stupid Owlie trying to read out my name when she didn’t have eyes?
Have you ever tried going beyond your power and felt shattered? Why are we talking about Power? He doesn’t like being talked about. He is the only one in the gang who “likes” staying mum and show himself up, when in grave and ultimate need. It’s at times insane to be with him. My Footmat recently cribbed about me. Above all…why me? Well, he wanted us to go, dance to our tunes, but you know me…I just wanted to paint myself that day. To my surprise, I painted myself Red. Red and I looked exactly the same (at least that’s what I thought). But you all have your opinion. That clearly declared that we didn’t look alike, but I tried.
It was aching all over and I could see Red going within me. Oh shit he oozed out. And what’s that faint shriek voice? She’s kicking me and trying to take Red away from me. Why is she doing this?
Oh lord…….Splash
“What the hell are you doing? Trying to hurt yourself, while dreaming? Insane gal. You’ve already got late. Get up”. Suddenly my friends waved at me, kissed me and were fading…going…gone. I so wanted my life in there; but nature has its way always. The mean world overshadowed the generous world.
I hope it ends, vice versa………some day.
Pretentilicious
Sheer pretence...people motivate, coerce, guide, misguide, to behave two facetedly.
I say motivate - because they want you to become greedy and enforce competition.
I say coerce - because they completely disike your freedom and want to take it away, as they are unable to act free.
I say guide - because they want you to walk on their chosen path and think that that's the "best" path available.
I say misguide - because in this surreal life, the life itself is sheer farce.
Some succumb to it, some stand by it and some withdraw from saying and believing that this is sheer stupidity. The "some" that withdraw, are to my dissappointment just 1% of the total.
Why pretend when it's a straight road and all you have to do is " walk straight "?
Why "create" so much on the way that it becomes difficult to walk straight?
Just be......let loose and all will be just the way it should be.
We talk about being two faceted, but don't we create it ourselves?
We live it each day, every morning and try and "be". The more we get into this pretencilicious world, the farther we go from our real selves.
"To be or not to be...... that's the question" ( The question still remains unaswered, my shakespeare ).
I say motivate - because they want you to become greedy and enforce competition.
I say coerce - because they completely disike your freedom and want to take it away, as they are unable to act free.
I say guide - because they want you to walk on their chosen path and think that that's the "best" path available.
I say misguide - because in this surreal life, the life itself is sheer farce.
Some succumb to it, some stand by it and some withdraw from saying and believing that this is sheer stupidity. The "some" that withdraw, are to my dissappointment just 1% of the total.
Why pretend when it's a straight road and all you have to do is " walk straight "?
Why "create" so much on the way that it becomes difficult to walk straight?
Just be......let loose and all will be just the way it should be.
We talk about being two faceted, but don't we create it ourselves?
We live it each day, every morning and try and "be". The more we get into this pretencilicious world, the farther we go from our real selves.
"To be or not to be...... that's the question" ( The question still remains unaswered, my shakespeare ).
Monday, 2 February 2009
And how you knew it all……
I wonder, why I always have this acute pain, whenever “something” happens.
I thought of it and I also knew why; but the thought was so creepy always.
I also wondered why the thought was creepy too!
I always talked about relations getting stronger and here I actually saw it, believed in it, was a part of it, and did it all too.
But how the hell would someone get to know just from your actions, expressions, or just a phone call with that "put on smile"…of how you would be feeling, right at that moment?
Or how would someone know, that the acute pain is actually happening right then?
I wonder how you always knew it , but still wanted to hear it all from me…
I thought of it and I also knew why; but the thought was so creepy always.
I also wondered why the thought was creepy too!
I always talked about relations getting stronger and here I actually saw it, believed in it, was a part of it, and did it all too.
But how the hell would someone get to know just from your actions, expressions, or just a phone call with that "put on smile"…of how you would be feeling, right at that moment?
Or how would someone know, that the acute pain is actually happening right then?
I wonder how you always knew it , but still wanted to hear it all from me…
Times when you “Didn’t”
I want to take the weight off your feet and know of those times when:
“You wanted to be cozy but couldn’t;
You thought of me but restricted yourself from the thought;
You wanted to just say something but altered those words with scornful expressions;
You felt jealous of them all, and didn’t utter a word;
You got an opportunity to tag someone; and you did that with a lock on yourself … and smiled away with the pain;
You created thoughts, but dismantled them.”
Sometimes I wonder……
Was it really you?
I am also in awe of those times when:
I was sure, at the same time unsure of my reactions!
I wanted to declare it all, but was scared of the thought.
I showed the slightest of feelings, and didn’t see the comeback from you.
I craved for the thought, but unfocused myself with something silly.
I knew it that you knew it, and was curious to know … why not?
Honestly: I knew “why not” too……
But I still wanted to hit it, to give it my try.
And then we knew it all, but didn’t utter it at all!!!
We loved and we treasured the thought, but we drowned it right beneath … for none to see and none to claim.
I owe this to you and our world that we created, no matter how vague and disheveled it looked at the end. You made it beautiful and taught me some of the strongest forces of life that will outshine the purpose of this world. Your strong efforts and continuous zest to keep intact of whatever we had, and continue to smile makes me proud. I value and respect what we have truly.
I am glad and proud that I chose you and didn’t …
My new house: 10:54pm
“You wanted to be cozy but couldn’t;
You thought of me but restricted yourself from the thought;
You wanted to just say something but altered those words with scornful expressions;
You felt jealous of them all, and didn’t utter a word;
You got an opportunity to tag someone; and you did that with a lock on yourself … and smiled away with the pain;
You created thoughts, but dismantled them.”
Sometimes I wonder……
Was it really you?
I am also in awe of those times when:
I was sure, at the same time unsure of my reactions!
I wanted to declare it all, but was scared of the thought.
I showed the slightest of feelings, and didn’t see the comeback from you.
I craved for the thought, but unfocused myself with something silly.
I knew it that you knew it, and was curious to know … why not?
Honestly: I knew “why not” too……
But I still wanted to hit it, to give it my try.
And then we knew it all, but didn’t utter it at all!!!
We loved and we treasured the thought, but we drowned it right beneath … for none to see and none to claim.
I owe this to you and our world that we created, no matter how vague and disheveled it looked at the end. You made it beautiful and taught me some of the strongest forces of life that will outshine the purpose of this world. Your strong efforts and continuous zest to keep intact of whatever we had, and continue to smile makes me proud. I value and respect what we have truly.
I am glad and proud that I chose you and didn’t …
My new house: 10:54pm
Saturday, 3 January 2009
What are you proud of?
" When you treasure something of worth . . . mostly you refrain from noticing it's worth " - Says Me.
Someone unknowingly makes you hit the wall , and you genuinely wonder , if it happened for good ?
Today : My friend asked me , " what are you proud of ? " ; and i kept thinking for two minutes and shook my head in a vague direction, that i was doubtful and not sure. I thought hard, simultaneously i questioned her the same. Her answer was abrupt and without any findings . . . clearly she said " my friends ".
Moral : You always know what you are proud of, but you still want to know the thoughts on the other side ( pretty human ).
Love ya always.
Someone unknowingly makes you hit the wall , and you genuinely wonder , if it happened for good ?
Today : My friend asked me , " what are you proud of ? " ; and i kept thinking for two minutes and shook my head in a vague direction, that i was doubtful and not sure. I thought hard, simultaneously i questioned her the same. Her answer was abrupt and without any findings . . . clearly she said " my friends ".
Moral : You always know what you are proud of, but you still want to know the thoughts on the other side ( pretty human ).
Love ya always.
Emotional Surprise
Have you noticed, how a sudden arousal of emotions surprise you , when they occur for someone your heart deeply dislikes?
Indeed, it happens and i am caught by surprise by my own reactions. I might dislike someone so "heartedly", that i might never imagine of doing/showing even a brink of kindness towards that person. However, the sudden change in my reactions are a surprise to me too.
The catch : No matter how hard it may be, for you to believe your emotions, you still end up believing them , thereby trusting them that ...... " that's indeed you ".
All become friends in the end . . . and it all ends at " Love ".
Indeed, it happens and i am caught by surprise by my own reactions. I might dislike someone so "heartedly", that i might never imagine of doing/showing even a brink of kindness towards that person. However, the sudden change in my reactions are a surprise to me too.
The catch : No matter how hard it may be, for you to believe your emotions, you still end up believing them , thereby trusting them that ...... " that's indeed you ".
All become friends in the end . . . and it all ends at " Love ".
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