Blogging, elusive when you lose touch!!!

Hew, blogging,the art of writing, thinking, penning your thoughts, all seem to be synonymous, but the word that has driven me crazy is the first one. Though all seem to be the same, blogging occupies a unique position of keeping me active with thoughts galore flowing in and out of my little brain. Hitherto, I might be having a minature amount of 42 blogs to my credit, but someday I would love to reach the elusive three digit number. I almost think everyday on different topics which I think are feasible enough to put my thoughts in. Each day a new topic, but somewhere down the line I get stuck. Sometimes, it is like I struggle to get the right topic and sometimes it is the start that I fail to get. Each day begins with a fresh thought on how to approach a blog on poetry or prose. But it is months since the thoughts have translated into blogs. Each day my obsession towards this passion is increasing, but in vain. It has been 3 months without a blog and I wanted to get a start on some topic or the other. I tried many poetry and prose topics, and my drafts list has crossed 90. Whenever I dont get any thoughts, especially these days, I try to imrovise on the topics which I have written in drafts. But I failed in the very attempt of improvising. I was so obsessive to get a start and keep myself active in blogging. The reasons are many, but there is not any excuse. I would love to keep my mind preoccupied with this passion. I hope the numbers would increase this year. I would like to thank all my blog readers, especially my sis and my cousin who would read each and every blog and post their comments.

Wishing you all a happy new year
Cheers!!!!

When tested? The mind of a depressed.

When tested in the crucible of time, I fail the test.
When tested in the race for survival, I struggle to compete.
When tested in the finesse of art, I lack the luster
When tested in the art of living, I find it hard to live.
When tested in the divinity of truth, I am a lie.
When tested in the coherence of thoughts, I am not in sync.
When tested in the intricacies of life, I lack the austerity.
When tested in the life's game, I play a spoilsport.
At last, when tested in the happiness of being, I am a depressed recluse.

Just a crush

It was during the day
when I was basking in the Sun's glory

It was during the day
when I was astounded by the beauty of nature.

It was during the day
when my intuition triumphed over my thoughts

It was during the day
when my eyes could do nothing but stare at the best

It was during the day
when nature struggled to compete

It was during the day
when nature envied its own creators.

It was the day
that was giving way to the darkness.

It was then the night
when I had to think about the day

It was then the night
when it was all over, but then it was just a crush.

The art of saying "NO"

No, no, no, is that the way to say no. Maybe yes but not this time. Maybe yes maybe no. I don't know, but I think it is "NO". I don't want to hurt you, but I can't help..please. I don't know, but I don't care. I am sorry, but please excuse me. Say yes please, I can't hear "NO". Please forgive me- No way. Please accept my proposal. No chance man, I am not made for you. It is YES when the subtle happy feelings in your heart show up on your face to enlighten the souls around you. It is YES as long as you share same views with the listener. What if you encounter a situation wherein your acceptance matters the most and your denial hurts someone? What if your answer makes an indelible impression on a person's mind? What if the answer is made to be "NO", but the way to express it makes it all the more difficult? What if there is always some distress associated with your denial? Many of us don't know what we are, but the situations we encounter bring out what we are. It is always easy when things go our way, but it is always difficult to change things our way. It is always easy to express your happiness, but it is difficult to radiate the happiness. It is always easy to say YES, but it remains a mystery to say "NO". Somethings are best left unsaid.

It's YOU

I maintained my composure,
but you aroused the passsion in me.

I followed my path,
but you made me traverse your path.

I maintained my elegance,
but you made it sound preposterous.

I never encountered a fall,
but your persona made me all the more vulnerable.

I was always confident,
but you made me conscious.

I trusted my inner sense,
but your sixth sense triumphed over my inner sense.

Your sixth sense knows everything,
but you gave way to the real senses.
My eyes said it all,
and the result is inevitable.

It's YOU; you made me say this at last

Cheers!!!

A prostitute's life

There was a time when the world was created with two souls behind the creation. There was a time when curiousity culminated in all the problems. It was the time when Pandora's box was opened. Though a triumph over nature's laws, it presented a world denuded of peace. The problems galore that the box created multiplied and the world sounds a misnomer for a happy abode. In a world created by god, we happen to be a drop in the ocean ever on the look out for peace. Quite fortunate are some who stand to make a living out of what they received, but a few are destined to live a life that they would not have dreamt of.

Not many prefer that way, but for a few it is the spoilsport played by the destiny. Preening herself, Madhubala peeps out of the window looking for her friends to accompany her for her night's work. She starts her journey filling her mind with lascivious thoughts and teaching her eyes the furtive glances. Looking for lechers in the streets is her daily work, but soliciting people for the right bargain is a tough ask, as amorous relations salvage her spoilt stomach. After a hard night's work she awakes in the morning to see her dreams rent asunder in the backdrop of a lustful art. The sun sets and the moon peeps out making the girls solicit openly in the streets.

Everything is destined is a known fact, but what life has in store for them is nobody's concern. A life out of bed, and a life asking to prostitute their talents in the bed, not often do people take it this way as the loss of libido is not a frequently heard phrase. A prostitute longs for a Platonic relation, but she is known for illicit ways. She craves for true love, but succeeds in prostituting her talents in its making. She dreams about love, but lust inextricably linked with all her dreams. She knows it's a misdemeanour, she knows it's a felony. She wants to come out of this, but she has no one to salvage her wrecked existence. She wants to lead a life of a recluse, but she has a brand attached to her and in this lustful society only brand rules and so do men.

World on the move

Primafacie, everything is predestined, but to an extent everything is predictible. Imagination at its best, reverie behind a thought and a spark propelling an action, these seem to be the food for thought for the phantasmagorical world. Each day I wake up to the chirping of birds, indicating a new world in the making. I may not have dreamt of everthing, but the dream is already in practice in some part of the world. I fantasize about illusions, but only to see them changing into reality. I write captions about the illusory world, but the next moment I awaken to see them really existing. I stop writing for a few days, but my thoughts never allow me to do so. I start a new blog on the developments on earth, but people are already planning to develop the moon. I plan to move towards moon, but people have started exploring Mars. I plan to visualize something that had never existed, but people already propounded theories about the never existent till now. I want to create something new, but the new may not be new the next day. I see the phantasmagorical world, but the world sees me as an amateur new to this field still learning to accept the fact that it has a lot more to offer which no one would ever visualise.

Envious, maybe a tinge in everyone.

I hope that I will be the best,
but I land up somewhere in the rest.
I think of bringing it the best in me,
but I can only make other people impress.
I conjecture I have the blend of qualities,
but you prove I am just a drop in the ocean.
I want to enliven the spirits,
but you have already captured the imagination.
I want to excel in many ways,
but you stand up tall while I take the steps.
I want to excel you,
but I am left bereft with people longing for you.
I want to rule the world,
but the world dances to your tunes.
I want to envy you your prowess,
but I realize it's just a part of the game.

There is an I in me

If I were I, there would not be me. I am not what I am. I am not what my heart wants me to be. I am not what my conscience dictates the way I ought to be. What happens if there is only I and not me. It's all about me is true, but it's all about I sounds more apt in this world where each and every domain is surrounded by advices from you. I want to be an engineer, but my dad wants me to be a doctor. I want to be a cricketer, but my dad says there's a lot of politics involved in cricket, and ultimately turns me into an engineer. Engineer is me, but cricketer is I. Cricket is my first love, but I had to settle with this profession. I gave way to the me in I, thanks to the advices. You may have reached the pinnacle or apex of success, but somewhere down the line you'll still have a longing for your first love in life. Passions die hard, and let them so. Not many get the opportunity to do what they want to, but when you really get it let your passions rule and not the advices which really do not know what you are. Opportunities won't come, grab them when they come. Advices are always there, but follow the right ones. It is always I and not me.

Religious but not empathetic

Not often do my thoughts provoke me into this kind of stuff that is quite thought provoking in the minds of people particular about pompous religious ceremonies. I really do not know if I am correct in putting down my thoughts about the way a particular belief should be. Being a religious person, I see some reason behind performing all these ceremonies for the well being of self. But being an empathetic person, I see some reason and pleasure in spending for the sake of the upliftment of race rather than sole. Now being both ways sounds quite ambiguous. I decided that I would rather be the latter after seeing the conditions of the bereaved or betrayed souls. There might be quite a number of reasons for a person to trust god. This trust develops into a belief when his desires get fulfilled, and this belief slowly translates into total obesiance without self-belief. This obeisance is accompanied with all the religious offerings which tranform the religious ceremony into a ceremony with pomp and glitter which even the gods above would envy. This slowly turns into a hobby by believing that an offering to god would fetch you everything that you crave for. The person starts to become more religious by not being empathetic. The same offering is not made to a trust which looks after the people who are left with nothing in life. The sole reason the person starts to think in this way is because of Obesiance without self-belief. It might be true that offerings to god could be translated into people's fund, but helping a person who is really in need brings more meaning to life rather than craving for pleasures which are predestined and not offering based. I would be an atheist by helping people rather than a theist who is self conceited. Do good and be good, that is what makes you superior to everyone.

The mischief of truth: A bit radical of course

Truth is light, always speak truth and it will never let you down, heard these great statements from great philosophers, but never tried to follow them all the time. Always truth has been associated with light and lie with darkness. Putting an end to bad deeds and following righteous path, is what we have been taught since the time of our birth. Honesty is the best policy, hope so, but being fraudulent does no harm sometimes. Many a time a human being is encountered with situations where only the result matters and not the reality. Each day, each moment, there is a lie prevailing in some corner of our mind to avoid awkward solutions to a real problem. This maybe because of the existent truth in a false statement, that avoids all conflicts in this world of conflicting thoughts. Every activity of ours revolves around underlying artificiality. Practise what you preach is heard but not practised. The moment we arrive at a point where we need to decide between truth and false, we try to associate each term with its after effects. The weightage of each term is then jotted down and the decision is made basing on the results that arise from it. Happy that the outcomes are fruitful, but not sad because the origin is a lie. The result matters as far as the progress is concerned, but not the reality. This might be the thinking of a radical person. Follow rules, go by them, this might be the thinking of a philosopher and a righteous person. Different people, different opinions, always there's place for everything in this world. Don't impose restrictions and rules, but allow people to follow their will.

The inner sense

Invention for a cause seems apt these days as it lures people to invent new things for a better living. Charismatic appeal, dusky look and an awesome figure is what each girl longs for in the process of growth into a full-fledged female. Not all of them are entitled for dusky look as it has a special place for itself in defining a typical attractive female. Since time immemorial this gender has occupied a special place in the hearts of the dominant male gender. The dominance seems to lose ground in the presence of a beautiful smile from a beautiful female. What makes them so charismatic, what makes them leave an indelible mark for days together in the hearts of Males, are the questions I ask myself. Is it the soft corner for this gender, or is it the attraction of their entire personality? This question made me think about the latter. What do these people have that attracts us so much. Not again, it's neither the attraction nor their typical personality. It is simply the inner sense which most of the males lack when it comes to the finer aspects. Maybe it sounds like attitude, maybe it sounds like confidence, but it is true. Personality speaks for itself when it is accompanied with the inner sense that rules your senses. Hide everything is the philosophy followed by females, reveal everything is the philosophy followed by males. So always look into the eyes. Eyes never hide anything. As a male chauvinist, my sincere advice to male gender is that they should try and develop this inner sense to achieve supremacy over this female gender.

Jack and Jill went up the hill

Deep inside, dark inside, amidst all the troubles, Jack and Jill plan to spend the rest of their life on an island isolated from the chaotic world. Jack and Jill, the couple known for their helping nature, the couple who were betrayed all the joys by their loved ones, and the couple who worked the whole day for the benefit of others, end up in debts with no savings to repay. Grief stricken, and hoping to leave this world, the couple move to the haunted island, where no one would be spared. Thinking that this would be the last journey of their life, the couple embrace each other for the last time in their life. Their journey starts with a black cat obstructing their way. The couple start unhesitatingly and confidently. Every part of their journey turns to be a nightmare, with ghastly experiences signifying their end. The couple finally reach the island surmounting all the obstacles. Ten past twelve, a huge lightning in the sky, a dark ghostly figure appears before them. Fearing nothing, and praying their deity once for all, the couple wish to sacrifice themselves. The ghostly figure slowly turns into an angelic appearance. Surprised by this the couple stare at each other. The ghostly figure turns into their diety. Not willing to accept this fact, the couple plead the deity to take them away from this chaotic world. Dumbstruck and moved by their act of sacrifice, the deity offers them all the wealth required for their happy existence and the repayment of thier debts. Surprised and happy the couple return to their home. God willing, a haunted place can turn into an angel's paradise. No one can change the fate. Everything is destined.

Made for each other or money for each other

Had it not been for money, it would have been the Barter system for exchange of goods and services. Money has been dominating every stage of our lives ever since it took the place of Barter system. Exchange of a good for another good is what termed as the Barter system. A slight transformation has been made and this system has been transformed to purchasing goods by means of notes and coins. It has become easy ever since money came into existence. Everything without any exception can be purchased with the help of money. A father, a mother, their progeny, and a good bank balance make a complete and happy family. Gender discrimination in their progeny requires the parents to have loads of cash in their account. This system demands cash as well as the goods from one side, a lopsided theory. Had it been Barter system, it would have been better. Male gender and a female gender, two sources of exchange. Development not for the betterment but for degradation. After all these years of development, I thought that the system would change and people would become more refined leaving all the superstitions, but it has worsened. Is it because of the supremacy of the Caste system, or is it because of the supremacy of the male gender? Here comes the question, love and marriage or money and marriage. Caste and money, or bride and bridegroom. Money is imperative for existence, but not for marriage. Bride and bridegroom are getting married and not money and the family. Think twice before you marry a person because you are marrying money and not the person. Relationship with money sounds awkward. It is money for each other and not made for each other.

Jackson's Apartment, Flat no 13

Hungarian blues, an American night, and now this is Flat no 13-Jackson's apartment. Radical or superstitious, not often do people come across a situation where they need to decide which way to go. This was the situation encountered by a newly married couple who are ready to embark on their wonderful journey called 'LIFE'. Lawrence and Elisa got married in Los angeles, had their honeymoon on the beautiful Hungarian island and now returned to start a new journey in life. A beautiful villa in the Jackson's apartment at the cheapest price, Flat no 13, and the same apartment in a rather low class locality at double the price. Tempted by the offer Lawrence purchased this villa and the couple started their life afresh.

A baby in 1 year time, everything going on at a quick pace, the couple were enjoying life to the maximum. Everything changed one day, a guest turned their dreams into a nightmare by revealing about the past this very aprartment has. Everything that he revealed was not right, in fact only 2 % was right and the rest all was the spice added to the story. Not willing to leave this apartment which had been giving them all the happiness in life, Lawrence stayed in the apartment fearing everything in life. Things changed suddenly, Elisa had met with an accident, fortunately she was saved with major head injuries. Doctors prescribed a 6 months bed rest for his beautiful spouse. This accident made him all the more vulnerable to all the misdoings, Lawrence had soon been depromoted to a lower cader. Immediately Jackson changed his place of stay to a house in the next lane and this time it was flat no 12. The next day his daughter suffered serious attack of cholera, but soon recovered. The next day Jackson enquired about the very apartment he had stayed in. Everything in contrary to the guest came into light. It was not as horrific as what the guest had described to them. What would this mean?

It is all in the mind, mind rules your senses and makes you do all the mistakes. Elisa was driving with all her mind preoccupied with the facts revealed by the guest, Lawrence did not concentrate on his work and had been depromoted. And her daughter suffering from cholera was due to the unhygenic food taken by her when her mother was bedridden. See what role the guest had played in making the family face a horrific life for two years. Another family enters this apartment and the same story repeats and this time it was a ghost and not a guest. Would you live in this apartment if given a chance?

Legacy, hype or real potential?

Survival of the best, or survival of the fittest, as propounded by Darwin's theory, seems to lose ground in this present generation. The best never rules, the better with a handful of hype and publicity is ruling the roost. Opportunities never come, but grab them when they come is the philosophical adage followed by our greats who have reached the peak of their careers. Success, power, money, are the three things that have been the criteria for defining the big, powerful and the omnipresent. Recognising a person's caliber, giving it a bit of publicity, facilitating his growth, and idolising him as your sole role model, are the practices seen here and there in almost all the fields. Good to have a person whom you would idolise and try to strive hard in building up your career. But recognising talent goes hand in hand with the hype created by the society, facilitating a person's growth goes hand in hand with the legacy behind him, giving the right opportunity to him is directly associated with his bank balance. The trend commonly followed in the so-called hyped bollywood or Tollywood, these days. The father and the son combination is a big hit amongst the poor audiences. A great piece of publicity by the starry father is enough to give his son starry airs. Good amount of publicity has been created, the next task is a little bit of hardwork, which anyone could do if given an opportunity, to supplement the publicity. A great screen presence with the son and father standing side by side hits the theaters. Audiences throng the theaters hoping to see the father in the son. The gullible public feel that he has in fact stood up to the expectations of his father, but not true. It is just because we have associated him with his father. Audience need to change and they are changing by recognising new faces that have no hype. A change for a good cause. Still a lot has to be changed. Recognise talent individually, not basing on the legacy a person has. All the hype and publicity is sure to create an illusory world of illustrious happenings.

Psyche of a psycho

Pyschotic, despotic, opinionated, prejudiced. Have any of you have these qualities. Well, most of us have and in fact a lot of them. A perfect dude or dudette can never happen, and similarly a totally imperfect human being never exists. In this fantasy world everything goes down to the way we imagine things. But what makes people imagine things, what makes them change from the way they used to be, to the way they are or the way they wanted to, to the way they detest. It is the just the perception of the things happening in and around our vicinity, it is just the impact of the conditions prevailing in and around us. Perception differs from person to person, the same situation can be perceived in countless number of ways. But only a few lead us to the right path. This is called the perception of a normal or a noteworthy character. The other ways of perceiving may lead us to the “ROAD NEVER TAKEN”. “ROAD NEVER TAKEN”, a deserted path not preferred by many. Now imagine traversing this path, at least once, how would it be? The outomes may not be as fruitful as we thought they would be. Living in despair, succumbing to failures, suffering pangs of agony, seeing all the joys go by us without even having a glance at us, does this turn you into a kind of psychotic human being or is it by birth a psychotic human being takes shape. What exactly is the psyche of a psycho? A nomal person changing his normal attitude into the way that make people drudge this character. This is purely based on the circumstances and anyone at any point of time can turn psycho, so beware of that fact. Each person is pyschotic in his/her own sense.

Love or lust

A trendy jeans outfit and a striking T-shirt with all funky accessories, Mr. Rahul is all set to rock the college in his purely innovative style of dressing. Style speaks for itself and Rahul has this ability to make style redefine itself according to his wishes. An ability that only a few have got. The first day of college is always a memorable day for anyone and it is in fact the day that changed his life. An innate sense of style is sure to turn many heads and this guy did turn many heads on the first day of college. And one among the persons who got attracted towards this guy is Ms. Esha, an apt girl for this guy, many would think, on seeing them together. Attraction on the first day and this beckons more glances to satiate the thirst to draw his vision. Not a bad idea, and in fact, an ideal of life, to make it beautiful. But, this is not the case of a single day, Ms. Esha is now totally flattered by his sense of style, and this made her give more importance to her personal attire. An absolutely ravishing outfits, with all the glitterings and a great feeling of someone getting attracted to her made her life all the more beautiful. Call it Lust in a sense. Should I? No, do not make that mistake, Please call it love, but how? It's just a pure attraction some may say, and some may draw a relation between the two by saying that Lust gives rise to love. I am not sure which way it is? I would put it this way. Maybe it is love, maybe it is lust. This is just based on personal opinions at that moment and you can't judge by reading this, you need to encounter a situation like this and just see how difficult it is going to be. If anyone of you has encountered a situation like this, please relate that to this blog, and then try to make a decision. Lust has nothing to lose, but love can change your life. It can create miracles, and diasters as well.

D txt tht Rules d wrld

Scintillating responses for a scintillating program, did you see the response for the outstanding performance of the young lad from the Scandanavian island? I did see that and it was outstanding. This is the text of the person bearing no constraints of space and time. Did u c d rspnse 4 d outstndng prfrmnce f d yung lad frm d scndnavin islnd? Hahaha, funny, how about trying this text to cut short d use f wrds. Oh man I am mising out on many shorcuts in life. Let's adopt these shortcuts to make our lives easier. This might be the origin of Short or Sweet messaging service, a wonderful means of shortcut communication. It amazes me that people are developing so rapidly in developing the simplest form of language. Well, we have in fact got accustomed to travel by displacement rather than by distance. Distance is always greater or equal to displacement. This fundemental is rooted so strongly in our brains that we always try to go by this wherever we are. Displacement rules, but distance is the mother of displacement. In a similar fashion Short texts can be used, but the long and actual usage can't be replaced, at least where it is required. The practice of using these shortcut services makes us forget the long form of words. I hope you don't get used to these shorcuts to a great extent and better not for a better living.

This blog rocks

It was rocking, simply, yeah I did see the party, it was absolutely rocking, and the girl in the white dress was really rocking. Of course she was rocking. Did you watch the recent release of Shah rukh khan? Well, oh man he was rocking with the six pack abs. Rocking, rocking , rocking, everything in this world without a blemish rocks. The usage of this word "Rocking" has become so popular in the parlance of English language that it is almost always used by each and every person to describe anything that captures your senses. Not ruling out fact that language has been tuned according to our comfort levels, but there is something what you call the rules of the language and redundancy. Rocking is the kind of word that is universally accepted, but same is not the case of other words. The so-called trend setters are making the language lose its charm by the excessive usage of high funda words where it is not appropriate. This is because I have seen such cases prevailing in the so-called testimonials you write for your friends, and in the scraps in the social networking sites, to give an appearance of a scholarly person. Use the words according to the usage that has been followed for ages, not according to the whims and fancies. Rules are rules as far as the language is concerned. When we speak everything is accepted, but when we write everything is a mistake. I hope that this blog rocks.