let me "peeeeeeeeee"

Its some how very amusing how men don't think twice. They just conveniently let themselves at ease.Probably even if they do think, damn! they so lack patience!

Poor those little bushes who awaken themselves to the rising run are drenched in the toxic rainfall like storm that came from no where,to find themselves all splashed for no reason while their neighbor show the finger and say "So, every bush has a day".

Its a disgusting feeling to see species of your own race giving your name, shame!what it is that they lack the most? Shame, respect for nature or decency.

My friend says they pee because they can?is it ? even women can , how come they don't-- probably women have enough brain to think. Unlike men. Women avoid the uncalled inconvenience faced due to the act.Irony it is, These Men and they speak of control?huh!

They do it where it is banned.They will stop the car and choose open farms rather than a proper loo on a highway,and most of all they are so proud that they get themselves clicked while doing it.wah what an honor!

Like my dog when he goes out to do his business,he lifts his leg to mark his territory and says "Dogs I was here", smell me in every leaf,this is my land. No different is the feeling for men is it? They feel they have conquered the world by peeing their name (which by the way is a fact).Little do they realize they are peeing on their name while singing ---"" Forget the words of wisdom.... let me peeeeeeee!!!!"""

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I dont know what i am feeling .... a the emotions are inexpressible, yet they are visible.It feels as if a part of me is going. I wanted it to happen but now the feeling is scaring me. what if i am not able to live in the absence of this part.I am happy but that is making me low so low.I am scared of the room being left all by myself.the computer upgraded hard disk would be all mine, except one folder in D drive. I dont know if i would be able to keep my room my way. I am just scared.I would miss him.

Cheers to our sorrows and cheers to out fights. Cheers to your having a good life.

Love ... the word....

Love is the term ,so ruthlessly misused.

longing for it; you say it every time.

even when you don't mean it

you recount,its worth a dime.

you cant get the feelings , you may get the word.

and if the word works for you

wait for sometime

till its thrown, and not frugally blurt.

i wish i had a better word.

May be just the synonym

but yet a better word

just the same feeling

but i want a better word

to prove the veracity,

i need a better word.

it has its own place,

at least thats all i wished for.

but in a volley ,its thrown all back and forth,

I long for a better word.

if i wish i could not use it,

has lost all its essence.

Its monotonous , its the same .

fake , in its true sense.

If there is something like "Love"

well tom cruise did jump on couch.

then probably its just the feeling;

but dilutes ,when you say "the word" to vouch.

forever young

Some times the thought , i will be 24

hold me back, pulls me in .. drives me into to the retrospective

as if this force can reduce it to 21 again,

i bear the brunt and try and relish the feeling.

it was then when i was young , even though i am at this precipice now,

i used to think how old these women are,

but somehow as my age is growing , i feel i am same as young.

i doubt my thoughts of then and now,

i see my self like this and ask how,

mistaken i was to think them so old,when i am as young as i am told .

though its childhood sunken expectation

that sees in me someone that i am as yet not one.

but no matter what it takes the thought does take,

the courage to say i am forever young.

i am despising the ticking clock,

and hating the changing calender.

i wish i had the disease that makes me grow younger as i grow old.

i hate women who are older but look younger ,

and do anything that would make this increase flounder.

i wish i could raze all the yardsticks that could prove my nascence.

and get back to where i want to start again the raisins and crayons opalescence.

Is there by anyway i could be an adult and play like the child does,

but this time i would value the Barbie doll.

I would color the drawing book, with more intricacy.

i know i would be better now, as i am not a child anymore.

but want to compensate for all that i missed back then.

and grow up a different way.

The child in me is always awake and playing,

i don't have to prove that.

probably that child saves my grace off goes my age.

I wish that child doesn't get scared of the increasing numbers and growing rage!

Incessant in Anticipation

Can courage be spasmodic?

its whole sum at one hour and in the other i realize i daunt.

the feeling of both is special, one makes me fetter and the other makes my flaunt.

I hope we call this courage , i chose to believe i am playing hide and seek .

and in the odd number of turns i take , categorically dauntless i shall peep.

surreptitiously mine

how can you not be worried.

how can you just go with the flow.

when i am same specie , and my mind goes to and fro.

how can you be so certain , and yet say -no one knows the unknown .

covert are the paths ahead , i plan and yet i m scared.

is chilling ??the candle that burns up the darkness of the tunnel .

or am i closing my eyes , in anticipation of something chimerical.

you may be glibly secure,

i am besieged as my fears immure.

time is you biggest friend, and it ,hates me.

the clock ticks faster when everyone is asleep , i am up thats all it see's.

hapless i wouldn't take , as i have the magic wand.

i know i can create bridge to citadel .

but without orchestration i wouldn't move a cell.

i cant be frivolous, even though i see it works.

I HAVE MY WAYS..... but i am proud of them only in excepts.

annals..

where did i go wrong . i have no time to think .one after another i have task to complete.

i dont which one i did correctly and i dont which i am going to finish with errors , i am always seeing the end result . who is where . and where is who!i only know i have to take the next step. i hope this turns into gold.

i am positive atleast i am not looking back. there is no harm in looking at the end result. but i am not looking back.

I feel young and i am starting :O)

i am a child and i m growing.

I shall as i am take the next step and forget about the rest of the dawdling steps i have taken .

i have strength to fight and courage to take big leap.

but still have no time to think where did i go wrong , if atall i am .

Jack of ALL Masters

Its for the 1st time i realized the importance of Jacks!

I had always, very proudly quoted "women are incredible multi taskers would they be called some sort of jacks as well .At least I would like to believe so . So Being a jack is not bad right?. now that i am not comparing which one is good, a Master or a Jack . Let me just express my inkling towards which is one is better , Or should I frame the question the other way, which one out of the two would you like to be? A master, or a Jack who is the master of All Masters .AND ALSO....when do you become a Jack ....? someone has go through the stage of being of master of that "one thing" in order to become a jack . is it ? Or Jacks always are the Jackals.

I hope the latter assumption turns out to be a personified truth. Being a "master" means being the fish which swims like no other , being the "master" means being the cheetah who runs the fastest , its means being the Peraguin Falcon ,unbeatably flying fast .

But Being the "Jack" Means being the Loin KING !

Have jacks always been the ones who have never had any stories , who were part of all stories but were no the hero’s ? Are they always the all rounder’s who only have the big Climax without apparent built up !

 

 

The Making !

I read yet another parable , elucidating how to follow dreams . like always it starts with a frivolous child who has no aim and aspirations , not the topper , stuck at wrong places at wrong times , hated and ridiculed by every one , and one day his life changes.

A friend, an acquaintance or an event makes them realize that there is one thing that they are good at , and they don’t put much thought into it. They start following it .

That one thing at which they are better than others, is so easy to be pointed out ,as that’s the only thing everyone thinks, they can do the best .Not sure if they would outshine others , but at least they are not bad at it like for all others things . So they nurture and hone this talent and land being successful in life .

The other stories are of those precocious children who are gifted . Who are the child prodigies and have no stopping in life, nothing is difficult for them, they are gifted , and they start teaching the world before learning from it. These ones are worth listening but have nothing much to learn from their stories! They are gifted children, and its just a simple "wow" with which you read and its all over after that .

Never have I encountered a story of a person who since child hood was good , not even average , but was "good" . Things were difficult but hard work was the key and they made it happen , there was not one thing that they were good at ,there were many .They made it possible eventually when they were asked to do .they can follow any dream if asked to follow . they are the ones if you put a finger they would get it !

They do, do well ,is it ? But never make stories , they are never as shocking for the world, as other counterparts are, they are just always good . They were always performers .They might cut every impediment with sword of hard work and always managed to move on . But my point is that they never make one of those allegories.

M high

M just too high on myself.

Can you take me higher ... to a place with All of Me .

Loving this phase where its all about me . M Living life the way i want to .

My dreams, my choices , My picks.

My mistakes are so mine. I have a reasoning , a thought behind every one of them .

I am not regretting ,but i am surely learning .

Not closed my eyes ,yet they are not only looking for Moralistic ideals i follow .

Its just may be the positivity . or it may be the flinging of the Cassandra in"Me".

its not narcissism, and why m i even clarifying, even if it is, its totally worth it.

So beautiful it is to fall in love with yourself.

i heard this statement , its a different feeling to experience it.

Its not just "Its all right"any more ,

Every day and every hour i feel its Just right!

oh it was worth , it was worth all that while .

Its something unpredictable , but in the end its right .

Can you take me higher , the place where there is all of me.

So go there , so let me go there . Let me ask Can I stay !!!

If You Could Format Life.....

Man made the computer and if its loaded with things you can easily format it ! without finding out where the bugs are, which file could be removed or modified, we just choose to format it, for convenience sake!Thank god,that he dint give us the sluggards that option to experiment with life.

There is a purpose of the virus detectors and softwares, with which they identify the problem delete it, quarantine it or resolve it.Man could make these applications as he could learn from his life the gamboling art of tackling problems. He has learnt the way of living life is to grapple with it and not run away.

As I read the other day some where, i think it was a book title "Running away is easy, its coming home thats difficult". Metaphorically speaking, coming home, when said means dealing with it, fighting with it and annihilating it.Yes its difficult, but thats how you go about it. In fact thats the only way to get out of it.

Formatting is no option,like running away is of no consequence . If we could format life, its sounds roseate but we are ignoring what we would loose in this gamble.Sins would be committed and would be just erased out of life, people would experiment and then extricate it out the process.They would care less to be scrupulous enough to step ahead. The risk taking would be there without any moral mores.

Its good we have no options like that, at least now we can mend things. At least now we can exercise the art of living daubed with some critical thinking .At least now we can work towards the making the kitsch, a little better that as a part of our Quotidian activities .At least now we have the chance to learn and not commit the same sin again .

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Some have been thought brave because they were afraid to run away !

The Nemesis

I think recently this column of my blog has become a part of "Snippets of how i discover myself".This one is about how retribution is important for me.

I believe in paying back the debt !

No matter how mirthful or painful it shall be , I am not divine , i expect because i give , i expect because i deserve . I deserve because i work towards giving the one who i believe deserves as well .

I shall promise to give pain if i am hurt . and i shall promise to give triple the amount of joy if i am cared for . this is by the way , by no intention of mine any matrimonial add nor is linda goodman's oeuvres to tell personality traits , I am writing today after learning a new attribute , i thought i will wait for the time where i would be taken revenge from , because i can be horrendously bad, but i am left with my scrupulous imagination to fill my self with pseudo happiness , awaiting a revenge from the opposite side.

I feel weaker if the other person is divine enough to let my faults go . I hate the feeling of not been taken revenge from .

I have done bad in all my senses and i am waiting for the other persons retribution the revenge .

I have prepared myself for the brawl with a mace in hand.I have lifted my spirits higher above so that they can quelled to bring down to normal.

But How can some one be so powerful and harsh that without saying a word they can ashen my efforts!

May be i can overtly be impressed with my loss , i mite go apologize and ask the reason " why no retaliation ?". But somewhere, i wonder what kind of a person cannot just be affected at all. He/she should have reacted . Oh ! you cant just let it go ! inside i do doubt the existence of temerity in their personality .

Hollering Out?

Vagaries of life , facets of moods,

I ferret out happiness , living a life of a buffoon.

I should think how I can innervate felicity .

I end up concentrating , how to belittle melancholy .

No matter how much I restrain ,

I would not be irascible.

I am told things that don’t mean a fleck,

To act sane is totally implausible.

I know I am right , but I don’t want to hurt .

I know I can control , but I want to blurt.

May be something is in my mind that tells me that someday I might teach.

I try harder every time , but I loose every time .

I don’t loose because I am incapable of putting my point forthright , I yearn .

I don’t win because teaching dosn’t guarantee , where there is inability to learn .

I start my day with a positive thought ,

Yet I open my eyes in the world around me in fracas .

I despise the figments of my lacerated imagination .

I want them to go away, But even if they do stay ,

Please don't meddle my lucid cognition .

what is required?

How do you always do things ? Do you always plan in advance and go ahead with it ? Or you just start doing it !

I always thought, the former one should be followed to have simple and a solved life. this approach can make a person more future oriented ,you would weigh the pros and cons of each action and be cautious of each and every step you take .But i realized sometimes people who do follow such an approach end up doing things for which they don't have an explanation for . you start doing something ,you are not sure of it but you begin doing it , in anticipation that sooner or later during the course of action, your would make your heart and mind agree at a single point and only then would you succeed . but my question is, is it wrong to take such steps? would you succeed if you heart and mind both are not into it, purely because you are not sure you want to do that ?

On the contrary i feel you can succeed! The passion has nothing to do with heart, mind , soul etc . you might not want to do something but you still can accomplish it with passion !

Passion, zest, zeal, to stick to your decision is required . Fanaticism is required to achieve your goal , no heart or logistics, no mind, no connection, no future ! all these might connect and click in between the course of time .if they do , you are sure shot a winner already! because now you know what you want . but if don't know you can still achieve what you have decided for with just a single point decision making . you put your heart into it may you achieve it way early than otherwise . but nothing would stop you from achieving it if you have the determination and passion . the heart and mind can come later i presume , i might be wrong ..!!

Exhibitionism of women

I don’t know if I should hate the experience . but I hated the sight , I hated the time when I was thinking what might be going on in the minds of the parents of the girl .

The parents with their daughter have travelled long distance to meet the boys family , almost ready to accept proposal .They come in with the optimistic attitude but the attitude changes eventually after they see the reactions of the prospective boys family , the reactions they get to see are not bad or offensive but yes, not optimistic as much as with what the girls family had arrived . and from that moment onwards I start feeling the awkwardness in the air .

How can the her parents act like that , what makes them act like as if they are selling a product . I am not angry but I am feeling pity on them. they don’t deserve it , that feeling should be of being proud , the girl says "yes" to the proposal may be because of the parents pressure,her dad has retired and is not keeping well . I felt yesterday she has no power or a stand with BA , MA and all higher studies in best possible education modes , she is still helpless , in no way can she say no! though she is being asked by all, but it’s like well rehearsed! she just cannot be expected to say "no"!

She has to accept ! she says “whatever is good and you think is right for me shall be my decision”. I hate the exhibitionism of women in order to get them married, she could not speak but of course burst out into tears sitting in front of about 15 people , a timid girl , being gawked at by all but the perspective boy. parents trying to push and strike a chord . “ of yes she can talk” of yes she can cook “ oh she can dance ! Wah! Why can’t she speak for her own self. May be if she does she would be thought of as too modern and if she doesn’t she looks like a commodity that is being sold .and on top of that if there has been no conformance from the boys side . the girl’s parents are almost broken .

It’s like they stand nowhere after crossing a distance of miles in hot summer afternoon . trying to smile even at a time they are scared to hell and then going back with no positive sign at all..

I hate it. i am disturbed and I feel helpless as I can’t do anything about this antediluvian process which can never be changed .

I respect women for leaving their life behind their parents their studies their room their friends their books their dresses their relatives their life their dreams , and stand there to be accepted and taken into a house where she knows no one !just for the sake of being taken!

The way she used to talk to parents she can’t now may just on phone . it’s more like a dog when its left for a day home when his owner goes out to work . he has no choice but to go.. he doesn’t know where is he being left , he just trusts his master . he believes no one is going to hit him there … he just believes the day school would as good as home , he would eat drink play just like home… he doesn’t ask or question just stays there for the day sitting there at the corner finding out that nothing is alike.

Worse in the case of a girl. She stays there for life .

I was a staunch feminist . but after this event may be I feel no one should have a girl child , because what the girl has go through at this stage of life (I know it’s a part and parcel of life , but still)and primarily because parents don’t deserve to behave the way they do just to give their daughter away !!! It’s a big insult for the daughter to see them that way! Peace Out!