Insecure Maggi bowl

Update: Just had a WWE fight/debate with the person who said “I didn’t liked Maggi in the first place.”
How to win? I won by UN-friending! The person has no choice since s/he can’t win against ‘twice’ debate winner. (bragging? Oh truly yes it is!)
Also, you won’t believe what happened next! Got to know this human does not exist anymore.
Does anybody know where can I hide a dead body? 😉

Well now, we live in the country where Maggi might be ban in month of May. Why FSSAI why? Aren’t you love this humanity. Or should I give you more reason to love it. What and why not you can’t secure a bowl of maggi anymore? FSSAI, why your eyes on poor man’s plate? You’re the only reason that it is not my bowl of maggi anymore. Can’t you see other harming objects?

In all sincerity, “the Maggi ban” just seems like another impulsive roar. Yes, a roar from soul. From children to youngsters to grand people to which not generation. In my all contacts (lets find out your too!), there is no single person who hated this object.

No I’m not trying to tiny teenager over this topic. I’ve seen some grand uncles and aunties who used to love this food like anything. Still. No exception, I’m too. And there is no harm writing about this yummy topic in this stupid blog to make it more stupider. Besides its quick preparation time, the instant noodles permeated into our minds as an object of emotional attachment. This is the stuff that ruins and builds friendships. Came to know its negative part but it is all right even I found cyanide in it. I don’t know why I’m taking side but I never ate Maggi as an healthy food. Ever.

My Maggi, your Maggi, Our Maggi. My reputation in kitchen depends on this only food. What a struggle! I do remember the day I tried to make Maggi noodles by watching youtube video to surprise family. And I succeed. Trust me, this is the very second object who made me believe that I can cook (very well!) first is making my favourite (in any season and without any reason) cold coffee. I’m no big fan of junk food. I’m little choosy when it comes to junk food or any ‘outsider’ food. I can give whole extra points to mumma when it comes to fabulous ‘homely heavenly’ food. Yes, I prefer home food over junk. The only reason I liked Maggi for it’s not called junk. Since I started to know eat! If it is called, then keep it that way.

But hey FSSAI, what has this small packet done to you that you cruelly banning it? Why they’re banning these things. Banning is not an particular problem’s solution. We need perfect sources with approved solutions. But not the BAN. What about those Pan Pasand, Rajnigandha and cigarettes ads? They’re about men proud of being Indian. For having 50 paise packet in pocket and proud Indian. LOL, ROFL, LMAO… on your marketing. Are we suppose to live through a Pan masala age? Aren’t they deserve that ban word first. Can’t we learn something from other countries on this and many other subjects. It is not about to copy their system but we have well observed their system. Can’t we make a change NOW (then when?) in this “system”. One thing hurts hardly is, they’re not (even trying to) ban tobacco and cigarettes. Aren’t these are the real objects who harm us more than single packet of a maggi. As i’m in India and being live in Gujarat where there is no alcohol allowed, non-veg I don’t prefer, junk food I don’t like. Man, this is just time to survive on different ancient food since they’re about to ban on Maggi. By banning Maggi, this government is noodles-sly interfering in food. Questionable food-lead-ership. And while I’m writing this maybe our PM enjoys their last noodles in china 😉 But hey Mr. PM, come back to your country and have a look what your own country is up to. Others can wait.

The problem is some know what they want among a lot of people who haven’t figured out that for themselves yet. Oh wait, did I disturbed your taste buds right now? My Mission accomplished. Now what are you waiting for? Go… Go… Go… get your priorities straight my friend. Listen to your taste buds first.

This blog statement itself is so right that I can’t explain how stupid this sounds. Still reading? Thank you for reading this 5 minutes blog! Not at all apologize for waste of your time. This is the issue which I have to write on. Because it has an impact on me. On you. On us.

Twitter tale

Under the sun and many moons ago I created twitter account on planet called earth. Still can not figure out why I made this horrible decision. Just why. Completely agree that childish decision I ever made is to have a twitter. The amount of time people waste on Twitter is nothing compared to what they waste on doing nothing! People live by passion and then leave by memory. At the end of the day, nothing remains but words. Think about it. Its either words or in this (my) case, tweets. Some people are a huge critic of my tweeting habits (they don’t use twitter though) and I don’t blame them. They says I’m wasting my invisible-to-me talent on something that’s worthless. But it is all the difference between ‘Take me seriously.’ vs ‘Take me, seriously.’ If I had friends, I’d have taken a poll every single day until each one of them abandoned me. And read this crap. If you too don’t know what I’m talking about, we could either be related or potential friends or best friends. Even or odd on twitter.

Twitter because some thoughts are better written than said. Twitter because some of your own thoughts come in form of answers to questions you haven’t asked yet. Twitter because I can write everything, yet still tell nothing. As useless as it seems. Twitter because what I write and what you read are two completely different things. Twitter because hearts can hide so much, minds can not at least in 140 space. Twitter because get obsessed with an idea instead of with self. The self is too small a place to create an epic meaning. Anywhere. Twitter because your life is your message. So better make it kind of a bumper sticker. And many other be-causes.

On twitter, people don’t say it out loud but they just want to be appreciated for what they are or who they pretend to be. Nothing more. Nothing less. Some stop being original. In case of Twitter, people who are having so many lively moments in life, they never face short of tweets. People around us want us to look up to someone for inspiration. Specially on twitter. I never understood why do people tweet/re-tweet morals they don’t even go by?! At the same time, twitter is the subtle art of sharing your feelings, but hiding your story. At least in 140 space. Nobody tells you to look at yourself, to find the real YOU. Apparently, the elders play safe. Having seen the hardship of life, they want their kids to grow up safe and sound (no matter how deafening the reality is!).

I tweet just for the heck of it. I tweet just for myself and not to impress anyone. (Any-No-one even deserve my tweet? You see how worthless I am.) Sometimes they make sense and sometimes don’t, sometimes intelligence, sometimes sarcasm. More often than not, they just sucks. Unfair enough. It’s good to remain a mystery to most. Not everyone needs to know you. But on twitter. Story is different. The Twitter account is basically person’s inner-self talking out loud. Twitter is and by far, the cheapest addiction I’ve ever had. And still have. Food and drinks? Home-made. (It’s a different story that I tweet drunk even though I’m a teetotaller trying to leave coffee and surviving on chocolate malt drink mixes as health drinks!). God is whom I troll when I run out of pseudo-funny tweets. Not to brag but I’d be a best-selling author if I wrote a book about all the things that don’t actually happen no matter how hard I pray God for them on twitter. Let’s not meet and ruin whatever is left of awesomeness. The most hilarious or I should say needy thing I ever got on twitter is “I urgently need a true friend. Please DM.” I sincerely don’t know by whom. I tweet about the same or random topic, but i’ve my defense side clear, I haven’t read the entire internet yet.

It’s a good thing I don’t care who reads what I write. It’s a bad thing some do and know me more than they should have. I’m finding the reason why they even read. The reason why I’m always anxious is that I’ve witnessed a lot of desired things in my life not happen, and I’m afraid this is one of them. Do not judge “the thing” by what people are tweeting about it. I have less followers because no one follows me! No one follows me because I have less followers. To begin with, numbers define our position, right? How much do you earn? How many years of experience? How many followers do you have? Apparently, having more than 100 followers (When human population crossed 7.2 billion!) is a big deal. Yes, IT IS FOR ME. A posed DP of child receiving 100+ likes on Facebook makes you revel while a dipped-in-fancy-filters images garnering 70 hearts is supposed to be a sign of fame. I don’t even know what popularity is. I don’t want to know it either. Because I doubt on myself if I could handle/survive it. I don’t have gazillions of followers like people who joined much later. Still I hold the bragging right! In fact, I don’t have any clue why these few people follows me. Still! Reason? Just one. Every unwritten thought is a wasted and could have been good piece of writing. Then just tweet. As simple as that. Why just tweet? Well, all I can say is, It doesn’t take talent to tweet, just a keyboard or keypad on phone will do. People either follow you or don’t but you walk alone. Always. Though, I never say this to anyone. There is no need, you see.

Some questions every time knock my mind when I press tweet button like what truly seems to be happening we as individuals have lowered our expectations to such a level that we crave validation from absolute strangers. Who are these people? Will I ever be able to connect with them? Is there any scope for building a relationship that lasts longer than ‘a trend’ on Twitter? And speaking of validation, what if every single person who comes across your tweets agrees with you? What next? What will you do? Consider yourself a celebrity just because your thoughts (read: so called jokes) are being celebrated? An advisable move would be to just keep doing what you like doing without worrying who’s noticing and who isn’t. And with this clarification which I made up in my mind. I just tweet. Tweet for the sake of it. I write and I disappear. End of discussion. But at the same and different time, I appreciate the time the ‘absolute strangers’ took to pay attention. But engaging them in an exhibitive and trivial conversation would be stretching it too far. Saving my and their time. By this both side stranger save time. Sounds fair? No.

I’ve tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do, God, believe me I do, but it’s not enough). You think it’s tough getting into, try getting out from twitter at least for few days (being reasonable). I must say, I just tried this few days ago, and stayed away from Twitter for (360 hours that’s not round figure in sense. Forget the mathematics) 2 weeks and was foolish enough to believe that I was cured/survived. That is the stupidest thing I have done on Twitter.  For this you just need one thing into mind just try to keep a fairly busy schedule so that you don’t have too much time to sit around and think; too much thinking can easily backfire on twitter if you have nothing else to occupy your time. Both your admirers as well as your detractors will forget you if you don’t log in (in my case) for 2 weeks. Just trust me on this. I’ve so called experience on this. A day without Twitter or any other social networking site was pretty good. Pretty damn good. Will definitely try to do better next time. On twitter spammers who have followers, the followers tend to be spammers too. I wonder what and where will I get or do update when twitter goes down. This is what social sites make you. Worthless. Worried. Pointless about your creative thinking, mind, and whatnot.

#The #future #in #which #people #only #communicate #through #hashtags. Is not far.
In the future, people will be paid to have troll like conversations on the Internet, to maintain the fantasy of a digital underclass. Specially those new start ups or companies. When we talking about what is going to be weapon on third world war. Maybe it is Twitter. Battle may begun on twitter and ends nowhere. Still it is (in) maybe-zone(ed). Twitter remembers that you came into this world full of nothing but love, (only if it allows people) to work on cultivating that feeling once again within self and learn to become your own best friend. But then you know, you are going to die (anytime, anywhere, anyhow!) soon and out of 7.2 billion people on earth 99.9999999% people don’t even know you exist not just on twitter. And you probably know you’re going to miss your own death because you’re distracted by gadgets. The day is not far when you goes to the doctor for ‘remedy to avoid social networking sites.’

Twitter appreciate all of your unique personality traits, quirks, habits, and cut yourself some slack. We’re the same humans on twitter who have mouths to speak, yet we can’t conversation without a character limit. Though twitter’s emptiness occupies the most space in heart. Before technology going to lead us. All we need is conversation without a character limit. So next time when someone asks you WHY TWITTER? Show this. Because I made all the point for that person whom you can tell “Why not on twitter?” And all I’m writing this here. Unfair enough! Would like to write someday about the Quora for the same. But till then. Enough said.

Quack Quack Earthquake!

Once again earth is setting up stage from the core. Just again earth said, “that was just me rocking your world. And trust me this tremors are just trailers or spoilers the worst is yet come”. This “tremor thing” is when we wake up from our incessant daydreams and realize nature is still the boss. Yes, in India we are just one more day to a huge earthquake. Heart goes out to those in Nepal affected. A huge damage reported in Nepal. Just few minutes before this cursed to our humanity (and I’m writing about it). It is 7.8 magnitude. Remember that Richter scale is logarithmic! Sad part is that even these catastrophic events will be linked with political satire and jokes. More details… You already know about it.

Here’s my tolerating tale.
I felt you. Finally, I felt you. And I really want it too. No I’m not that excited to writing about the subject since there are a countless people lost their lives. But still I want it to continue just for the positive side. I don’t know why suddenly I’m writing about this earthy feeling but since I missed it in 2001 I desperately waiting for it. Yes as weird as it sounds but I missed it in 2001 in fact I don’t even know the meaning of that word in 2001. Honestly, I came to know this word only after 2001’s Gujarat earthquake. Almost after decades Earthquake (which I felt) and now no I’m not expecting you more. Somewhere from Gujarat earthquake to Nepal earthquake we grew up! Needless to say, I faced it in my craziness by saying to self “What the hell? Why I feel so nervous and shivering for no reason!” I felt that in weird way. And continued my stuff on the second thought. Maybe weekend is ruined again by these disturbing things. Fresh feeling can’t explain it more. Also, there is a negative part. Many people lost their lives in other states.

This is absolutely not a intention to hurt anyone’s sentiments. During a crisis… better to keep quiet. But seriously, I sincerely want to thank all that users of Facebook for not updating “feeling Earthquake” Or Twitter’s favorite question “What’s happening?” to Earthquake! People are improving on social sites. While some are waiting for “that pictures” of the place. Meanwhile some are worried and reporting (both at the same time!) the scenario like a desperate (wannabe) journalists on the same sites. No, what I’m doing is not part of any journalism. I’m just updating my blog since I found the subject and time of course!

“What’s the matter with me? I don’t have any feelings left?!” Only for those who missed the Earthquake. The bottom line is this earthquake didn’t affect you or anyone. Just like so many horrible news report from across the world. But after this all you move on. Because smile, you’re psychopath and that is life.

Her viral negatives

Again I’m taking this blog on different subject. A lady photographer. Yes, don’t be shock you read it right. A lady photographer. I can’t believe I’m writing on this ancient old subject but I have to. And I want it too. Ever wondered Why there are NOT many female photographers in this modern era? I didn’t know either, till I come to know about this documentary “Finding Vivian Maier”. (I’m pretty sure you all knew it; if not, then Google it. Its time you do.) Never imagined that there is already a person who did the same what I’m actually doing now. “History repeats itself” thing. Maybe. I still don’t know. Honestly, I loved it since I can relate it. What a perception. What a beautiful eyes for it. For her photography work. And many other as well.

Wonders why and vivianwhat she did in that era. Her (discovered) work includes over 100,000 mostly medium format negatives, thousands of prints, and countless undeveloped rolls of film. It’s still inspiring to this generation. Photographers don’t reveal everything as rare and true they are to their skills. The difference between any movie and a photograph is that the former reveals too much of an answer while the latter one asks too many questions. True to my own photography skills, I don’t reveal her identity more (as she wanted too!). None of any photographers do. The eye she had for photography. Needless to say, I am attracted to her work.

Don’t believe me, just watch. The problem with a morning person is it’s already afternoon and s/he doesn’t know when, where, how to stop. Don’t want to reveal every thing about the documentary since it is about photography you have to now watch it and find out yourself. Then think and thank me why I didn’t. Sure enough you’ve heard about movie review. (Not exactly the way you’re expecting, but still) This is documentary review. And feel free to expect it more.

Anyways, when it comes to documentary, writing/typing is always a pain; true to my very own line Watching is the easiest thing to do after sleeping! I’ve compiled a list of 10 of my favouritest documentaries on the same subject, in no particular order. 1. In No Great Hurry, 2. Public Speaking, 3. Smash His Camera, 4. George Tice, 5. Teenage Paparazzo, 6. What Remains: The Life and Work of Sally Mann, 7. Rock Prophecies, 8. Arakimentari, 9. Everybody Street, 10. Eye On The Sixties… Needless to say, it’s impossible to have do justice to the list. I find them interesting and hope you’ll too. Your clicked pictures worth a thousand words not hashtags. So take a break from your Flickr, instagram, snapchat or other internet boons and watch. It’s worth your attention and time of course! You can always thank me later.

Connecting people!

Last night, group of my classmates-turned-so-called-brand-new-friends asked me what makes me happy. This was before they answered the question for themselves. One said something about visiting and connecting every countryside while second said something about getting recognition for his work by people third said his whole never-ending to do list. Another said to connect with more people as fast as one can. In my defense, I said I love talking to people. It may sound unbelievable, I do love talking to people. But I’ve noticed that my level of communication drops as soon as I get familiar with a given person. Maybe I bore people faster than the speed of light.

My finest interactions and conversations have taken place with random strangers whom i meet and then never meet again. With certain surety to not meet and bore each other (if next time you and we got chance to meet!) like we’re doing together right now. The absence of baggage on how I’d behave or talk like or whatever with such people is such a relief. It is. I guess that makes me happy more than any-no-thing.

Related note: A friend once told me that we are here to leave behind witnesses that we were here. Strangers matters. Such Motivation, Much Inspiration. In that sense, I think i’m just happy collecting and connecting with more and more witnesses who don’t really matter but still do. As each and every one of you too!

Musings with Moon

Mustache moonKnock knock…
Me: Who is it?
Moon: Me, mustache moon.
Me: You’re just the moon with a fake mustache. Used to see you in clean shave. Liked your messy and sassy look but loved your smart and professional look.
Moon: Yes. Me too. But for now can we talk about my picture you just taken without my permission?
Me: Don’t worry, I don’t share it with anyone.
Moon: You should actually.
Me: Is horrible photography skills and pictures needs to be share with anyone? I don’t think so.
Moon: Take another one and share it.

I didn’t replied since. Maybe he find and read this stupidity and give a smile with his new look and thanking to his stars!

A true Nirvana – A man who didn’t want the world to know him

I am taking this blog a little off course tonight into the world of music. Warning: This is going to be a big. Depend on individual’s reading capacity. Here it goes anyway.

I grew up in the era where Michel Jackson murdered and Steve Jobes died because of a rare form of pancreatic cancer. Mindy McCready, Freeddy E… (Chances are high, May be you don’t know. I do!) committed suicide. I didn’t even born when Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Stone Temple Pilots, Nine Inch Nails, and many more bands exploded on the scene. For some, music is that which comes nearest to silence in terms of expressing the inexpressible; for others it’s more like their body parts, like their ribs, kidneys, veins, or even the (one and only!) heart! Well what I’m trying to put through is Music has been, is and perhaps will always be the only thing that gives soul to the universe at large, gives wings to our mind, flights to our imagination and the only true sense of freedom from the haywire world of ours. However, human beings that devote themselves to this art of making human emotions audible, also get caught in worldly matters of family, love & life (because it’s part of theirs, our, all’s life. Isn’t it?!); some pursue the path to the unknown, in order to find out what the mysteries of nature and the universe have in store and distant themselves from the world in a quest to crack-open the unattainable like it’s no big deal!

In such times, as any other human would do these talented artists/creators spiral down into depression, finding refuge in alcohol, cigarettes, abusing drugs and getting hooked onto them for long, as it somehow makes them feel more than secure. As this continues, they tend to live in a little world of their own making and don’t even bother about what happens outside that illusory paradise. That’s how some find their way to enlightenment, spirituality and break on through to the other side; however some… and some of the bests in fact just kill themselves or so to say have killed themselves pointlessly, assuming they shouldn’t be alive anymore. Yes, as weird as that sounds, it has happened many of times in history and will continue in future.

Whatever it is, that goes through their heads at that moment of truth; it sure as hell isn’t a pretty sight. But we continues to choose it just like it heaven. May be because just kill self who the hell cares where are you (True that?).

To Boddah

Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.

All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven’t felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guilty beyond words about these things.

For example when we’re back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it doesn’t affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. nirvana-kurt-cobainThe fact is, I can’t fool you, any one of you. It simply isn’t fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I’m having 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I’ve tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do,God, believe me I do, but it’s not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they’re gone. I’m too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child.

On our last 3 tours, I’ve had a much better appreciation for all the people I’ve known personally, and as fans of our music, but I still can’t get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There’s good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don’t you just enjoy it? I don’t know!

I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what i used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can’t stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I’ve become.

I have it good, very good, and I’m grateful, but since the age of seven, I’ve become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess.

Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I’m too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don’t have the passion anymore, and so remember, it’s better to burn out than to fade away.

Peace, love, empathy.
Kurt Cobain

Frances and Courtney, I’ll be at your alter.
Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.
For her life, which will be so much happier without me.

I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!

You just read a suicide note of Kurt Cobain a music god, and the symbol of the alternative age. It is that statement that inspired this blog and I’m writing this piece on his 21st death anniversary. The man is not with this music freak generation. Touched with his statement “A friend is nothing but a known enemy”. His suicide note is addressed to Boddah: He had an imaginary friend! In fact, we all have. We just refuse to confess.

The man took his life right smack in the middle of his insane success. I’m not even born when he hit their p-articular albums becomes hits but I came to know about this man by his art and hearing his voice, through his music. Because of those factors the world makes him golden, the perfect artist, a tragic figure who forever lives pristine in his (still) fans memories. Still young, still popular, still at the top of his game. And just a 27! The factual evidence of Kurt Cobain was as a child, as a teenager, as a man, as a husband, as an artist. For generation of ours, I only want to say a sentence We will never know what Kurt would have done. and we just can’t make that assumption.

Imagine a world where Kurt Cobain, Michel Jackson and so many other artists were still making music, what would music sound like by him today? It is not that people stop being who they were when they are young, but instead they evolve in a way only living life can change you. They explored every single aspect of who they were as a human being.

Things we do when a star burns out to soon, we turn them into Gods. Forever Golden, always rebelling against the system, always young, and just perfect in our memories.

“If there’s a God then He’s calling me back home. This barrel never felt so good next to my dome. It’s cold & I’d rather die than live alone.”
Some stated that they were “was murdered.” We’ve revolutionary musicians that catapulted and pole-shifted the culture that existed in their times but unfortunately committed suicide a little too early in their career, “before their time”.

Kurt Cobain: The man who sold the world, Endless, Nameless, the Never-minded and Heavier than heaven.
What I’m trying to say here is all of them cherished their and our lives, that’s why they made a perfect example to the world, of everything each of them wanted to be.

Moral of the story, we should start doing the same!

Too much keen Observations

Many of you might have heard the proverb, “A riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma” made famous by Winston Churchill. Well, that has nothing to do with this. Why on land of Samurais, Monks and Saints people do dates desperate way. I have no idea why people in this “modern era” chooses a date in coffee shops or bars. No seriously, I have no clue why they do such things. And for what. And how. And why. Why not choose library or even take a casual walk on some unknown road. Do not misunderstood here thinking about zoo or any garden. Just a simple long walk with meaningless and full talks. Why choose cafe to meet and do make yourself awkward towards crowd or even for a person itself. To show off?! We’re having date or something. Isn’t it too disturbing to date a person whom you like less/more love in a crowdy disturbing place, in a inappropriate amount of attention one person gives to another and vice versa which both doesn’t deserves in the first/crowdy place. Observed some people so keen that I can conclude a sentence that two people might feel awkwardest on their own marriage stage. Even their own marriage stage and all make that two people so awkward, what kind of people are they living with. More importantly, what kind of world we are living in.

There would be nice people and then there would be people like I don’t know what categories they belong to. And for all that ‘To the girl who let the nice guy go’ , ‘To the guy who let the nice girl go’. “Why do even nice people choose the wrong people to date?” All one can say is “We accept the love we think we deserve”. Meet someone new. Exchange numbers. Late night conversations. Question answer games. Ask out. Dates. Lose interest. Meet someone new. Exchange numbers. Late night conversations… and this loop didn’t stop till the person wants… they know the drill all too well, don’t they?! Maybe humans need a new animal above them on the food-chain. Why one should date many to make sure he is the one. Why one should date many to make sure she is the one. Why in hurry of need for speed or I should say speed for need. Let’s face it. The new dating definition for this generation is not so available that people start taking for granted. Not so unavailable that people give up on. Most of people haven’t been in love and don’t even understand what it is. For them, it’s a game that they think they know very well.

Some care about material things more. We can take example here of our parents, they fight like anything but in the end if any third person disturbs them by saying anything to anyone of them their blood starts boiling. Because they stick with each other and only for each other. It is that hard for them to think about third person actually. I know that sounds so ancient but truth is always like an old wine. Today in this era, one would rather have a gadget than a partner. Some believe in the “Let’s-end-this-before-it-gets-started” technique. Because people don’t have enough time for love and when they do, “It’s not the right time.” Maybe a little more time will let the dust settle, and let them convey the situation more meaningfully. Meanwhile do not give up on anyone easily when you can fight more gracefully. As they say “Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.” More accurately they say, “if you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads. Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”

Observation might feel so awkward how I observed him so objectively!

Be careful to notice one thing, I’m writing this in a groupy group behind me, A random person offering me to let them pay for my coffee by saying the feeling of snehs won’t let me get her out of my mind ever. (Since I’ve no clue how they know my name in the first place) offer got rejected by saying I’m my own (The day is not far when a person is defined by how s/he treats someone once s/he says “NO” to him/her), meanwhile I’m dating myself with my laptop and cold coffee, Sun is doing his job as best as he can, a hush-hush of crowd all around me, A cute unknown kid and I are passing smiles without any reason, and right in the corner the two people are having their date. May be like “Doing masters and still bachelor or spinster (bachelorette)” (What?!) I noticed this thing last, If I’ve had noticed thing first it’d be different topic from what you just read. Not to forget pieces on how it’s easier and worthier to plagiarize this post than meaningful project, even a stupid tweet.

P.S.: I’ve no idea how such stupid topics comes in my mind also I have no (any) dating experience, expect I’m dating myself since I was born. I’m not even qualified to write about this topic. And No, this blog is not “girly”. AT ALL.

Remember, that proverb? Yes, that is how it goes… Although you have known some person for some time, you still have not been able to completely understand him/her. The case is more difficult than proverb in the female cases. Just trust me on this. Feel free to judge and read it again 😉

Thinking about freedom (Again)

What does freedom mean to me? Of course and with source, Honestly?! Apart from word, in this nation freedom means nothing. Absolutely nothing. Freedom is a concept created by government to keep us in check. We’re convinced that we have “Freedom of anything” so we won’t rebel against the established order. The black man in prison for questionable charges thinks freedom means getting a fair trial so he can be released to see his family again. What is freedom exactly? Swinging on the swing set of a playground at 4 AM, being able to express all forms of thinking or thought (even those that are considered politically/ technically incorrect).

So what does freedom mean? Skydiving, Release, Revolution, Everything. Yet somehow freedom is meaningless. Everything we do and say because freedom is the fabric of existence itself. It is a pissed off purple fairy that arms itself with an AK-47, knowing that you’re alive and waking up in the morning, embracing this you’re alive and the freedom to kill yourself being illegal. Freedom is random. Now, that will involve more of discovering than rediscovering. Freedom is not a two party system that calls itself a democracy neither a free speech zone. Freedom is too geometrically-challenged to ever come full circle. Freedom is not where people take seconds and judges take years to judge anyone. All we want is complete combination of Freedom and Independence and Interdependence.

According to Oxford American Dictionary,

Freedom: The power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants without hindrance or restraint.
Independence: Free from outside control; not depending on anothers’ authority. Not depending on another for livelihood or subsistence.
Interdependence: Mutual dependence between things.

On a certain level, People would like to free thyself from societal expectations of living life on their certain way. A independence from the notion that they have to make a certain amount of money, participate in the insane idea of growth, and live a certain way, in order to be considered successful. Because they’ve tried that and don’t feel it. Define freedom or success as living an authentic life, of pursuing what is important to them/us. Yet, we’ve spent the years of our life pursuing the success definitions of others. We’re working on gaining independence from our need to do that. Some do that by choosing to be as they are (being accepting all awareness of the negative consequences), for example.

We have a copy right and original content, patent terms but then again the question is why can’t we stop plagiarism. Freedom is an overused term that has been marketed and commercialized to stupid people who buy it in materialized forms. A free game that people play when they’re not working. Freedom is Santa Claus on a website created by the Easter Bunny. Freedom is an animal being released from its cage. Freedom is an artist being released from a mental institution. Freedom is a radical being released from a prison cell. Freedom comes from the inside, as many of us know. Freedom is playing with toys when you’re 30. Freedom is reading the newspaper when you’re 7.

Actually we don’t know the the first taste of Freedom. All we know is how free-doom. No, I did not mentioned net neutrality here yet. No need for (a big) explanation either. We all know about it. But yes that is also (a kind of) fight for freedom from… Well, you know what I mean right? Writing about freedom in month of March adding more sense to it. We might be able to taste this Freedom (of our era) of our need, greed and deeds. Yes, We will. May be.

What does freedom mean to you? Is creating your own definition of freedom an act of freedom? Would freedom exist if we weren’t here to define it? Freedom raises a lot of questions yet freedom is beyond words. Oh yes, it is a matter of feeling. Freedom of anything to everything to nothing. Just not a thing, it is beyond “a thing”. Freedom of speech and freedom of thought/thinking. Freedom is being able to say you hate this country while still living in it. Freedom is punk before it gets labelled as such.

We are freedom. A Drum roll for freedom. Let’s fight for our right to be free! The infinite freedom that we all dream of…!