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.


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…!

Ex-depression: Expression of depression

What a title? Some of you might be thinking it. Right? Be serious, it is about word the depression and the feeling depression. ‘Not funny… it takes guts to reveal it. Someone go through it and then you’ll get it. Well it’s just a cheap publicity stunt.’ And lots more opinions. And Here take mine. How come all of them remember about their harassments when their career is getting new lows? “Depressed about being depressed!”

Two perspective from both Positive and Negative sides:

Negative: Some celebrities (if you know who I’m talking about!) only came to media to talk about her/his depression and remembered her/his choice just before the release of the film. What a great timing! Movie will surely earn at least 100cr., now. If I am sucking at what I do, let’s tell people how depressed I am. The new trend is here, tada!!

Positive: They doesn’t suck at what they does… depression is a reality and there is still a stigma attached it. You won’t understand what impact this would have on the people who are actually going through it. Instead of neglecting it they might now dare to speak about this problem, accept it and work towards the cure. and I remember it once you only told me that if celebrities highly depressed and they take on pills. How come you suddenly feel that this is a publicity stunt?

Negative: I know and respect what she is going through but this time I am seeing it from the other angle too, and trying to put 2 and 2 together. All these things just before the release of their movie has definitely got a lot to do with it. Being depressed and selling your depression are two different things. Choices, depression or empowerment doesn’t appear on the front page of any magazine! It’s almost sounds like saying… I choose to brush my teeth or not… I choose to eat my food or not… these are not the choices that are denied nor do they define anyone.

Positive: But even if they tried to “sell” their depression it’s a help to those who are suffering through it. So eventually this will have good consequences. Have you been waiting for the future so that you can make a choice between drinking Iced Coffee and Cold Tea?

Negative: No please don’t use such issues to make me a choice between drinking Iced Coffee and Cold Tea. I loved it anyway! People will argue that we can choose, thing is that all we just have to accept the consequences. True. I am free to cut off my arm, too. Come to your point, How is it a help? Watch “the video” it’s is far away from reality and so much disturbing at a few points. If a girl in depression would watch it, I am sure it won’t do any good to her.

Positive: Why deviate it to my choice… I didn’t like it either… but the depression thing is different… see I’ll tell you how it might help. You know in our society if you are depressed people will make a big deal out of it and think that you are mentally unstable but if I feel I suffer from depression I would not hesitate much in talking about it because depression is something which happened to someone as successful as celebrities and the fact that she is still doing well proves that it’s not a mental sickness and is as common as any other disease that can be cured and you can be normal again. You won’t be tagged as ‘pagal’ thereafter because if you are a pagal then so is celebrities. And we know the fascination we Indians have towards stars so don’t get started over who is celebrities and all that.

Negative: But my point is if you are depressed go to a doctor don’t use media as a platform for your publicity. And moreover if it comes out just before a movie release, then it’s high time for getting the clue that why has this depression stunt came out? Yes, already whole country knows that celebrities are depressed but coming up on a national platform just to show tears is definitely not done. News channels are meant for news but not for laying platform for movie promotions. It’s high time media should understand their responsibility on what to show and what not to show. There were a lot more depressed people in B-town who never came on camera to tell their stories. If you remember some like Jiya Khan, she was so depressed that it resulted in a suicide, but she didn’t have a movie to release around that time, hence she did not get a platform on national television. Let’s think it this way. You might be correct, here I am not talking about what is needed for depression patients. And people who are so depressed will definitely not be moved by a TV program. I am talking about today anything and everything has become so important about celebs which actually is not. And we must check the track of that particular one, before every movie release, they finds her/himself in a big controversy! Get over it! High time! Audience is not stupid.

Positive: A doctor? How do you know that depressed people will not be moved by a TV program? Whatever the celebrity does is his or her life. You have the choice of not watching it. You are no critique to analyze the entire situation. How sure can you be that this is a publicity stunt? Have you ever been depressed? Stop going on and on about things you don’t understand. Do you have verified information? See, your point of view is not wrong. But when someone places their views over yours accept them. If you think you are right, they are not wrong either. And we are no one to judge how things are. The views you presented above are not balanced. A journalist needs to be neutral, talking from both the sides. (We’re not a journalists) They are genuinely in depression, they chose to come forward and talk about it. All of us tend to take things so negatively these days that we forget the essence of it. Men already have the choice of doing what they are doing, women still suffer. We are not a weak that a video has to tell our women what to do. We have made our choice long back, we didn’t and patriarchy is a result of it.

Negative: I am not targeting any personal here I am just talking about the way media is being used. If I was really depressed it would not even strike my mind that I would go to a news channel and talk on television and rather I would have seriously gone to a doctor or anyone with whom I would feel happier. And about the video itself said it was their choice to do it or not to do it, but if they had done it, that obviously becomes a sign of acceptance that they are fine with the script. I know now this whole discussion can turn towards the freedom of expression and all and again the same points that it was on the viewers whether to watch it or not, I completely agree with it. And no one is saying that they were not under depression or just did it as an act. Again I would like to draw your attention to the argument which I am putting up since the beginning of this conversation that – why depression episode just before the release of the movie – why are there controversies always before the release of their movies always. For celebrities media has just become a packet of spice (“Masala”), which they would not hesitate to use whenever they want to create hype over a certain issue. I am not even saying that being a feminist is wrong, but if you are a feminist, get to the basic concept of feminism and not be a feminazi. Just feel “hell annoyed”, when such things come out in media and directly or indirectly wo-men are blamed for everything as if wo-men were responsible for every negative thing happening in the society with the wo-men. It is high time we must open up our minds and look into these things closely and “I do so”. On the point of being a critique, I say that, if the freedom of expression give someone a right to act in a movie or produce it, the same freedom of expression gives me a right to criticize it to the core, “if it hurts me anyway”. And yes, I do accept your point of view too, you have right to have your opinion, and I just telling that what is mine. I completely respect what you think, what celebrities thought and all of those who are in favour of it. If I would get depression I would rather go to a doctor than going to media. The fact is they are act-ors. Depression is the new fashion in town now. Lets see who is next in the line!  See, I can make things less complicated by these lines. Thank you.

What’s the basic difference between a some argument with logical reasoning and a knife!?
The knife has a point! and it has a logical deduction too to the end of the cutting edge day.

So copious Readers, what kind of laughter, there’s the kind of things that “makes you go hmmm”? huh?  Strange and meaningless talks you talk when you’ve nothing to talk about. Great point about boredom. That is why I found it as default brain space.

The negative is me and the positive is a friend. Maybe, by what their content say, you think the opposite. I’m just trying to cover up here to save a friend. Sorry my friend, I have to reveal it (Because I chose it! Made right choice. Isn’t it?!). Because “I think” we made a completely random, an awesome conversation that might people need to know. I don’t care if I get any punishment for it either 😛

Mean while readers might be thinking “Feeling like seating in some editorial room of news publication.” Anyways, Thank you for wasting your time and reading it.

Cli-mate Change and Childhood Cold

It’s that time of the weather when ice cream and popsicles mean a lot to our throat. The life savers in Summers! Just observing these kids in neighbourhood from a week now. The little kids are enjoying their childhood as those days when the icecreamwallas meant much more than anything.

The icecreamwallas arrive in neighbourhood with his box of ice cream rolling on small wheels accompanied by a ringing bell. His entry wasn’t as ordinary as it seemed to adult eyes. He was the star of the summer afternoon as kids would encircle him. His tiny customers didn’t know how to maintain decorum because some things were much more important than discipline. It is a matter of taste and (almost) crisis: Kids squabbling about one flavour over another was routine for a reason. Just like grown-ups silently wonder what to order at a restaurants, hotels, cafes.

One mini-sized heroine happened to be of the silent type so the noise wouldn’t make much of a difference to her choice. She knew what she wanted… for the most part, that is. She wasn’t fond of milk so white was out of question. She had tried orange a few days ago so it was not going to be orange again. She liked the plumy coloured one but she wasn’t really sure whether it’d be worth the bet. What if it disappointed her the way pomegranate disappointed her as a fruit? She couldn’t go back and demand another one, what a universal dilemma in small mind? The parental quota was restricted to just one. So chocolate flavour it’d be usually followed by her cute young triangular smug-face. Chocolate flavour has always a class in childhood. Isn’t it?!
Things you want to do, not just observe!

Be HopeHolic, never lose an alcoholic argument

I’ve got nothing against alcohol. Absolutely nothing. I just don’t like it mixing with my blood stream. I may not be the most sensible person around but I prefer to be in control of my faculties. I’ve spent more than a couple of a century without it and I intend to continue doing so for the rest of my time I may live (not too long) but at least alive. In the meanwhile, I’ve got nothing against those who consume it either anymore. It’s their liver (their liver deserves it. isn’t it?!) so who am I to judge? They should be smart and learn how to read the signs. That is how you know the best way to worm your way in. People who enjoy alcohol or cigarette or any other drugs or every three of them that happen to be the ones who can afford it. I could neither afford it nor wanted to. If they decide to play the game, there is no way they will win.

They may try to outsmart you but their Diet Hoperules and yours are not the same. They forget you have no emotion and that is how you win the game. I wonder what it must be like to go through life this way. Since I was stupid enough to let you in my life and regret it every day. However, I thoroughly resent it when somebody with a drink in his hand at a social do goes “You should try at least once”.

Here’s the deal people: You never try anything just once. It isn’t within human nature to quit after just one sip. Or bite. Or anything else for that matter. Our curiosity has a way with us. Which is why I find it remarkably stupid when somebody says “You can’t possibly know if you haven’t tried” with confidence.” Well, I know, miss. Just like you know that drinking a vampire blood in your mouth isn’t good for you. You are 100% sure that it isn’t for you? right? Exactly my point. And the same applies to you too, Sir. Few days ago I chilled with unknown ones who didn’t use the Internet. We listened to music and this talk happened. Can you imagine?!

Freedom Friday

When I was in school, weekends and Sundays meant a lot to me (anyway I hated school. And I didn’t realize why. I thought there was something wrong with me for hating school, for not being able to deal with school). And today, can’t even figure out when exactly Saturday ends and Sunday begins and Monday sneaks with knock knock jokes and riddles.

Everyday, the same crowd, the same hush-hush, the same proclivity towards elbowing our way to the nearest available gadgets. May be, someday we’ll realize how foolish we were to be left and right stranded in a crowd. People Play, so as Shadows!May be, this was how it was meant to be. Or I don’t know for sure, this was inevitable, even Mahatma Gandhi purported the view of undoing industrial revolution, or at least curtail it some extent. We are unwantingly getting denied by ourselves a viral and virtual self-deception. Every once in a while, you ask yourself irritating and such a boring questions from “Why do my life (stuck) suck?” to “Where did I go wrong?” and to further add injury to insult, you are answer-less. At least in my case!

Speaking of Friday again, if there was a vote for the day with most goodwill, my vote will definitely go for Friday instead of any other weekday or even Sunday. Honestly, how many people actually ‘live’ Sunday. Friday is the perfect balance between slavery, hope and then freedom. This is the day when you work thinking of weekend. This can also be the day when you feel everything is getting better and someone reminds you of pending unusual work. However, Friday is worth the Monday and other weekdays’ pain isn’t it? Like seriously, (Take note: I can’t take it seriously) Friday is a true working class hero.

The bottom line is they won’t crib on lost time when they go back to work on Monday whereas for the improvident idiots, the only highlight of their weekend will be spending more time on Facebook (can’t believe still?!) or Twitter or other Internet boons. But then again, you can’t judge the social net-workers by the time they spent on tweeting, face-booking, sky-ping, snap-chatting and some more virtual “social” platforms. I may sound naive and beginnerfessional here, besides being jejune! We need to redeem our existence and think for once are we doing what we really wanted or are we simply gushing with (or without) the flow. To be fair with fairness (Racism? Nope.), with every passing weekend, trying to convince yourself life doesn’t (stuck) suck depends entirely on one’s mind. Nothing else. Do you feel a sharp ‘ting’ in your head? If yes, its enlightenment. If not, enjoy your weekend. And do read this again on next weekend 😉

Exact direction please!

Hospitality in hospitalFinding your way around any Hospital isn’t terribly easy. Hates word easy and simple. They just not that easy or simple in any case. That’s just seems like any heart beats. Left and right and up and down and east and west and north and south and almost all direction. “hell yeah!” is the opposite of “heavens no!”, which gives you an indication of which side is more fun. Hospital is where you can’t say excuse me, do you have a minute to talk about living on a prayer? Also, don’t tell me you’re lost because of missing the direction at least you got missing direction. I’m just in the center. Center of attraction?! But lost in the round. Directionless? Well, that’s the hospitality of the hospital.

Amusing random musings

No. This is not a western wind. Just a fresh air which wants to take part in tornado. Here it goes, the world will be different place if…

~ Creativity, Philosophy is part of the school education.
– Why?
~ For Life based education. And just not to complete grade based education.

~ University (college) education free for anyone.
– Why?
~ Came to know that most students have reason to avoid college’s higher education only for their money problems.
This point have ability to change the scenario.

~ Every handicapped person deserves our helpful hands and special services.
– Why?
~ Because they truly deserves it.

~ The person who wants it. For them “drinking” should not be illegal.
– Why?
~ Is that even deserves “Why?”? (the person should follow drink and drive rules in return)

~ Governments can rule in the country not on citizens heart and pockets.
– Why?
~ Do you wants to government rule on your heart and pockets?!

~ Every child, old person and in fact, anybody deserves a smile.
– Why?
~  🙂

~ Anyone should get what they want; at any cost even free.
– Why?
~ Don’t you just love the word “free”?!

~ One can leave their parents after high school and live independently on their own.
– Why?
~ Old age and orphan homes “thing” would/will not more part of the society. Young and old both minds could be more responsible towards their life and/or their goals and in the end they’d be responsible citizen of the world.

~ Meaning less movies should be give their half earned money to the needy people or even the new entrepreneur who wants/needs to start.
– Why?
~ You want it. You already lose my respect if you’re against this point.

~ Travelling should be free for the anyone who lives on the planet earth.
– Why?
~ Don’t you want it?!

In short, to avoid situation like when (if) I have two coins with me and there’s a beggar in front of me, I give one away and keep another to myself. That way, both the beggars are happy. Because both the parties are merely doing their job. This list is badly needed to avoid such situations. The list in no particular order but itself is so wrong that I can’t explain how stupid this sounds. Are you the same person who once saw things differently?! It isn’t about you finding your answers. It’s about you being brave enough to accept them.

Irony how, this list is still under in “What ifs” title. And it’s true to not just this idiot but also stupid, [Gut feeling is even/odd (in count of any) sense yet?!] Not making any sense, foolish or some-what-ifs-whose-whys-I-haven’t-figured-out-yet.

World Wide Words and World of Words

People around us are fading away and we see it happening every single day but we don’t stop and stare at someone does the same to us. We are in a hurry to make money, power and what not. It’s like being a race where no one is a winner but someone or the other is a fool proof loser. And we still don’t stop no matter what. People often give up their dreams and then call themselves “practical”. Nothing wrong with being practical but dead live practical zombie is what we become.

I’ve got nothing against education. Absolutely nothing. People high on adrenaline may say education makes us feeble and coward but I don’t think the same way. On the contrary, I believe education makes us accountable for our actions, or the lack of it. We just trying to survive those year. Education, we survive. We survive, Education. (?!) But somewhere down the line, our education is falling short, way too short of its potential. I’m taking this bit off about short urban words which we use meaninglessly, anywhere, anytime. And that has nothing to do with education. Again, I think so.

Someone who use the perfect words, replace the daily used words with its ornamental synonym, using perfect punctuation in their texts and making the conversation interesting by not just listening but also participating in a conversation actively is what you call a gem of a person. The depressing part here is there are very few gems who just by conversing lift you up and brighten your day. People these days are more keen on catching up with so called short forms or popularly known as ‘urban words’. The essence of words gets killed every passing day and an absolutely cliché word takes it place. A short cut is the longest distance between two points.

Like ‘Amazing’ and ‘Awesome’ has mostly killed their brother synonyms like Mesmerizing, Beautiful, Gorgeous, Handsome, Pretty, Dazzling, and so forth (etc) as we young people are so stuck just with those two words.
‘Bro’ for brother, ‘Sis’ for sister, ‘Stud’ for student why in the world you need to short the 7 letter (characters) word. Why?
‘Lovers’ are now called ‘Bae’ in a way to make it sound more modern and cool.
‘Sexy’ almost for everything no matter what the thing is.
‘Cool’ this word should be the reason you feel like an icy cold in hot summer noon; the way they use it in any sentence.
‘Fuck’ has become an expression for almost anything be it Surprise, Happiness, Shock, Excitement or Anger.

and many more that I lost the count.

Isn’t these are the people who used to say “my word is my bond. Yo!!” Why and just when did we started to believe in such short words? Is that a reason which shorting our thinking power at least as a human. The cause of all because lack of interest in reading books and wasting time on mediums that helps to degrade their communication skills. Like in messaging applications people make sure they reply as fast as they can and to reply fast, they sacrifice long words, shorten the original word according to their own convenience, use less or no punctuations or just using “!” At every inappropriate place. Sometimes it’s highly noticeable that ! (Exclamation point) is used mostly just for decoration while text-ing. Understanding of the message (and so the person) gone far away when you already did replied to the particular person. Question is why ride on such and much hurry to reply as fast as one can. Not that I’m an ancient animal who is against technology. I am a technology freak. I am with technology. I am for technology. I am by technology. But it can’t over me. Not important than me. And you of course. May be because I value the person more than his or her typing (fast) speed. I agree life is too short to wait. But if one can’t even wait for minutes; I doubt they understand the word patience fully. If you can’t wait for a minutes, hours… simply you forgot to take your patience pills.

Words matters, but not more than the person behind you and listens you. If anyone accept you as you’re, it is your job to not ruin just for bunch of words. The beautiful, soulful, classic words are disappearing while eagerly waiting for your touch, to make them feel lively, to beautify your conversation, to understand what actually person is saying. That doesn’t means you can’t talk non sense stuff. Of course you can in your and other persons limits and capacity.

So why not to give a try to this lovely words and give the urban words a break? And use the power of words as we have. Simple words have power to inspire the most. Pull out those direction-less dictionaries, check those synonyms, sayings and books, read those quotes and soon you’ll discover something that will be with you all your life.

Skill satire

Here in this era, this talk (kind of accidents) happen with me only. Still not sure why.

A well known photographer: “Why don’t you try in modelling or any other thing?”
I: You don’t have to be something, you don’t want to be! Also my qualifications and skills are not for the modelling neither any other thing nor I want it. Why should I become a model for your camera even knowing that I can do batter than that.
A well known photographer: “You got something I need. At least you can join me in my company and make it better also you can get lime light by it?”
I: Is it really something I ‘have to’ do? I hated lime lights anyway. Thanks. But let me think about it. Thinking takes time. Till then wait if you can.

And they’re waiting up till now. The thing is what people see in any women and not their skills. But hello… there is more to women. Seems like their new focus is on women who have lower self-esteem and insecurities. But why should it be based on beauty? The new choosing ‘Ugly’ or  ‘Average’ or ‘Beautiful’ why reduce women to that? What about “Strong” or “Smart” or “Confident”? We deserve something and you’re offering other than something. We can’t deserve each other. Didn’t understand why such mentality still in this world. Forget our beauty; look at our skills, man. It’s different. The reason why we fail to find a true talent of the person in this world even in this techie modern era. Absolutely nothing. I just wanted to settle down my frustration somewhere and I did it. Sorry for your time loss.

Deadly thoughts – The Sense of an Ending

I’m going to write things down for the sake of writing this. That way in a few hundred years when no one uses paper and they find my work they’ll think I was great. What if I’m dead, first thing first nothing will change. Absolutely nothing. Except few changes. There they goes. The first change will be noticed on my Twitter timeline! There won’t be any updates about what I’m thinking. The timeline will just pause. It won’t move ahead, just like that. No more sharing of stupid ideas passed off as wisdom or office-bashing lines or Just Saying tweets or (tech) news related links. Secondly my Facebook page will face the same calamity. I don’t know how my friends will react to this (since and currently I’ve none) because they will be having no idea that I’m in hell waiting for them!

About my virtual world and friends, maybe they will be left in the ignorance as there won’t be any worldwide networking of the news of my departure. It would be as silent as it was before I entered the Internet age and found myself a comfortable space among these people. But then, I guess and think they’ll give up on me. My Internet pals from world wide won’t come looking for me in Ahmedabad once I stopped tweeting or social networking! I guess Internet (could and) has been a super-duper success for anybody. Having a voice on Internet and don’t care whether it’s heard or not! Having a voice is what important. I don’t think anything comes close to the kind of passion having for “virtual world” which in fact, seems more genuine than the real world I breathe in.

I also wonder about the kind of effort I put in on updating my Twitter 140 space, Facebook profile. I mean, no one will do that for me once I’m gone. Thanks to Mr. Mark he gave me an option now! I also worry about my Twitter handle, I mean, who will take care of that?! “Oh my God, I searched for you on sites and you were GONE” mails are awaiting to some one see it. And also what will happen to this forsaken blog which is overwhelmingly forgettable, at the best! Basically, this is just another techie, geek kid who worry about what would happen when she leave the world as if it going to be stop after she left it.

I might be too young to comment on issues such as life & death on blog but from whatever books that I’ve reads, movies that I’ve seen and stories that I’ve heard one thing is for sure, nothing is predictable. Not even an internet era. We can’t treat life like a gift because gifts are always smothered and rendered useless.

However I know the fact, these are all speculations but it’s worthy. I don’t count my family or relatives here. They are the people who will arrange my funeral. But it’s still OK to rot too, right?! That’s due to the fact that they are not as dysfunctional as I would like them to be. You have to be on either end of the extremes to be mentioned in my blog! So they better be left out of my foretasted death scenario or something.

Last wish might be someone will vanish my presence from here too. On the other side, I just love life on Twitter, Facebook and here, not to mention several other sites where I regularly contribute my time. I’m an Internet addict, if that’s what you are pondering as of now and I wish to be this way till the sanity (or death…whichever comes first) takes over!

Expressions from fingertips



It’s been a decade on internet and these are the emotions I’ve mostly used. In fact, it is bragging and boasting both at the same time to say I’m known by them. Goes with saying that still there are some applications like WhatsApp… didn’t added to destroy hours in a day and life to my skills on avoiding verbal communications. But still I’m happier than happy.

What’s next?

All of a sudden, some thoughts just visited mind and before they ditch me, its better I type them down; in no particular order.

Are you experiencing a kind of emptiness in your life? A kind of void space? The feeling of being the inspiration behind Aryabhatta’s discovery of zero! Like the whole world is moving with the speed of a Ferrari and your still stuck in the old, out of stock Maruti 400 that too in white color. Even every other girl or a guy roaming with their so called ‘soul mates’, and you still single or finding love in those typical, mainstream Rom-cons. If this was not enough, even the dumbest, ‘good for nothing’ creature in your arena starts looking like a C grade movie star. (But at least they have their own specific fan club!) Witnessing the buzz, the leisure and the glamorous life, and you doing nothing but sulk in your little mediocrity.

Being under the radar of every other elder in your family and neighbourhood’s aunties and uncles, trying to teach you sense out of their demeaning, not so important, never stopping time consuming talks, never-ending lectures. And necessarily only visiting your houses either for having the result-loaded laddoos or for the uninvited birthday treats or for the congratulating your parents on the stupidest thing. No block seems to fit in the already been solved puzzle. Like even the unanimated, immobile creature on the puzzle is laughing back at you. And you shouting, screaming, crying out loud at yourself… Oh god why me?!

Then you hear the voice which usually mentally challenged people used to do,

“Knock Knock…!”

“Who’s there?”

The other side replies with a devious little smile, “Oh you so don’t want to know…”

“I am the last proxy to your attendance, the final receipt to your canteen bill, the never again seen red marks on your answer sheet, the one who will take away your bunkers point, your last minute presentation making skills, the casual hie-five’s and not to forget the reason for the reduced trolls in gallery, the one who too weak to raise a good point, the one who sees blind people have beautiful eyes, and the one who only respond to those who are relevant to your rubbish! Well, I am your and only yours, stupid s-o-u-l! And yes, please carry on what’s in your mind?!”

“Actually, it really is that time when you see new humans around you weather it is in your college campus or even in your own world. No matter how you become WWE’s umpire during your skype when your friends starts criminal fight. When you see the newbies, just arrived first years’, you ask yourself ‘what have I done in the past years? I did have a plan right! Then what happened to that plan?’ And the answer to that is the plan got lost somewhere, while you were busy making memories with a bunch of so called idiots. And now these idiots seem to have become your life. The nothingness created with them in your lives is only thing that really matters.”

“Hey hey, what’s the matter be specific.”

“Trying to repair the damage and mend the little pieces they find in their way. Everyone is trying to roll on with their life, not knowing where it is leading them. Pretending to be sorted and painting a fake laugh at those seeming equally screwed. Taking these few days with sport and not letting the teary eyes flood. But what after this…. in which direction is your boat sailing to? Are you ready to step into the real world? To experience all those emotions instead of just sending them, to be the YouTube video and not the one increasing the views, to step out of that parental protective shield, to be this, to be that and what not! So I’m still a student of what’s next. Seriously, what next? No one really knows the answer. Although these little stunts might drool you over for some time, but the question still remains there itself… What’s Next? Do you know?”

“NO.” And that unknown voice goes where it belongs.

I seriously need purpose to live not just this stupidity. Irony is I’m posting this on the stupidest day in a year.

To those who think, I need to see a doctor. No, I don’t. I’ve seen more than enough of them. They are generally unkind, immensely capitalistic with minimum patience for what you’ve got to say about their patient’s stupid feelings or I should say never ending emojis. In fact, I should visit a shrink for my emotional problems but I won’t.  No, the point ain’t that I’m boring. The point is you’re yet to get used to it. Something is wrong with you. Not me. Okay. Be happy. With me too!

But Why?

Post: SEO
What actually they do?
1. Posts jokes and some (not sure, maybe) awareness on every possible social sites
2. Busy on gadgets (really don’t know for WHAT!)
3. Uses “tools”, this tool, that tool [other than (the main) brain] for what? (that’s the good question)
4. And somehow still they manages to make money well (don’t know Some-Which-What-How)

Untitled Natural: UN-thing

At an Orphanage Home and Old age home I found out that be happy whatever you get, no matter whatever it is at least you’re with your family and friends. Yes, these F words are far important than that one you’re thinking about.

Old age home and Orphanage home. What a strange distance relation words.
One for old wine and other for the fresh one.
One for old soul and other for the fresh one.
One for old blood and other for the fresh one. Oh, I don’t want to this so poetic. The lesson which I learned. And you could too!

When I was doing stuff on my laptop… Here goes, the conversation between me and them (that could open your eyes!):

An old couple: So what are you doing on that?
Me: Nothing. Just want to find something.
A Kid: You mean anything?
Me: Yes…
An old couple: Then wait, can you find a son or daughter on that?
A Kid: Can you please find good parents on that?

I was almost speechless after hearing that. I realized something on that exact moment. Don’t know what. But I actually do. I came home and I apologize to the parents for the fight we had last night. Not having my fault though. Some(many)times you have to say sorry or give up on the person (even on parents, friends!) so that you just don’t lose their believe, relation, trust, faith (many heavy words)… and what not; for the sake of arguments.

On a serious note: One more reason to hate you Google. I’d love you if you find this problem’s solution.