In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Singular Sensation.”
How I wish someone of my taste reads everything I write and tries to know me better. He/She needn’t be a genius. Just a concerned, conforming and an inquisitive person.
I need someone who wants to understand and know the thoughts that occur in my head randomly. They needn’t have the ears but must have the eyes to see through to inside. Every gaze must acknowledge me. It’s not the approval I seek, just a conscious effort to calm a very anxious mind. The nerves that never settle, always need a calming influence. Someone who understands the sweaty palms and the floundering words. The eyes that fail to look into others eyes and the lips that fail to break into a smile.
I just wish for a voice to break into one of my dreams and foretell my path. One that balms every single hurt that pegs me back. Erases the memories of the people who’ve pretended to care for me, never did and never could… simply never had the time. One that makes me forget the people who only remember me on special occasions except for real friends who have my consent to call me when they want to. I just wish for a real well-wisher that can tell me what to do without setting any expectations.
I just wish to laugh again knowing full well that they won’t ask me,”Why so happy today?”
Category: Relationships
Gimme All That Grass
Amidst these day dreams and winding roads,
The burning asphalt trail,
Dodging this game between sun and shadows,
The fear turns my face pale.
Leaving an inaudible world behind,
I make a screeching right,
To stop and fight.
I end up tricking my anguish and life apart,
The light at the end of my tunnel was now shining bright.
The burden off my back and shoulders to start,
I see the plains and the green that await me open and wide.
Guess this is what they mean when they say,
Grass is always greener on the other side.
What does a Reward mean?
A ruffle of your hair,
The eyes of the feigning clappers,
Eyes that ooze jealousy when your name is read out.
A pat on the back,
A sudden turn of the heads,
Heads still bewildered while you answered first.
The adoring parents,
Shouting out loud in the audience,
Realizing their son played a role none in the crowd was capable of.
Those happy rides home,
After the parents teachers meet,
The opportunity to brag.
Gifts Galore.
A peck on the cheek,
A kiss on the lips,
For she can’t hold herself back anymore.
She has to give in,
For she doesn’t see anyone but you,
A trusted beloved to share her life and love with.
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As it turns out, my rewards are hardly derived from my elation. They are compounded by the emotions people around me portray through their actions. Anyone else recognize themselves through this post?
A Voice Unheard is a Voice Lost!
Ah the beauty of the songs! The rappers, they exist to let our voice out. Our voice, a common man’s voice with not enough sound and words.
How many of us partners in a relationship find ourselves in two different worlds with a sudden urge to improve our lives, fulfil our dreams, live our fantasies, only that we are the only hinderance in their plans? The thought that sticks out is, ‘I can do so much more and give us so much more, just that I’m in love with you and I can’t leave you’. Such crossroads seldom come but when they do, they are a real test of patience, trust, and responsibility towards each other. The path of my life that I once swore by, stands divided. My phase has arrived. I face 2 routes now –
1. To go ahead and give way to freedom of thoughts and actions. A path I’ll choose for every living being on this planet at any moment of my life. They all have the right to live their own life, do what they want to and experience life on their terms. Why do I give this freedom? Because this is one luxury I don’t give myself. I’ll forever feel responsible – to stay away from trouble as much as I can, to keep my partner away from one, and pavé way for them when they are stuck in their life, to steer them clear from any possible danger. I’ll never let go no matter how easy someone makes it for me. People have tried but this hard assed brain just can’t make peace with responsibility.
2. The other option is to stop this infighting inside my brain, pause life around me and say NO. No! Whatever we do, we do it together and never leave each other even if it means killing a thousand seeds of dreams and some dreams themselves. How cruel will that be?
Also when I say NO, don’t I go against a nature – Mine! How will I ever console myself if there was an opportunity to be had and I let it go or made others let it go? What if an idea never turned true only for my selfishness? Aren’t I the devil then?
A thing I’ve had plenty of is failure – lots of them, some of them even career threatening and the only thing I gave myself then were chances in abundance. Chances to perform, to stand up straight and adore myself once in a while gleaming with pride in the face of a mirror. And it’s these chances that everyone deserves and must yearn for. An indomitable spirit, in more cases than not, paves way towards your aim. Be positive and it in turn creates positive waves around you that affect everyone and fills them with positivity too, something they may have forgotten to imbibe within themselves.
All you’ve got to do then is – Shout it out, as loud as possible! And things are ticked into motion just to fulfil your destiny, your wish. It’s not hope, it’s a belief and I live by it. For until your words don’t leave your brain, they’ll forever remain unheard and unacted upon.
Be your own gramophone! 😀
Hope when WE met!
This one’s easy – it’s my wife!
I remember the restaurant
I remember the hue
I remember the dreamy silhouette that was you!
You appeared from the lights
And blew mine away.
All I saw was you
That smile in the fray.
We talked and talked
For hours and hours
Your career and mine
For an unsurpassable length of time.
Till we were caught dreaming
By our Dads screaming!
Hope
A belief is a strange concept isn’t it? And today’s prompt brings me to an even pivotal question – what do you believe in?
In all the unkindness of life, the only gift I’ve received is a belief in myself. People ask me – “What’s it that pushes you to the write everyday? What’s it that those invisible people give you?”.
My reply is simple – “What, in all your glorious presence, have you ever given me?”.
These answers were hard to come by. I’d rather have withstood the harsh words and satire, sipped on the bitter pills, and slouched into my bed. Not now. I now see hope. I now see acceptance. I now see feedback. I now feel a renewed energy and motivation, not to just run through my days like a dead bat and in the process gain, learn, acknowledge, and foremost converse.
It’s not just an empty drum aimlessly rolling in a desert. This drum is now ploughing its own road. Before I sleep every night, I now make mental notes of the numbers on my blog, the direction in which it is headed and its true purpose. I live in it. The world outside is slowly dying a painful death while the world inside now has little leaves popping out. Clear, green, fresh, and satiating the hunger of a burnt heart.
The boat of hope in my heart is finally afloat!
Choices
Ever felt like being stretched from your hands and legs, spread eagled in the air, helpless, caught by the people whom you so despise but you once trusted with all your heart? I think I’m going through a period when I’m now so used to this feeling that it feels more like an exercise. Everyday, I’m stretched painfully in either direction, emotionally. I have no clue when I’ll break but tension is high and I feel it in my veins. This isn’t normal – the way I’m trying to live, castrated by the things I’ve so loved. Brainwash seems imminent!
Anyways, that’s about me. Regarding this stretching, have you ever noticed how there’s always a power struggle between the ones who tend to take the middle path and the ones who don’t. Let’s call the former as ‘M’ for middle path and ‘B’ for clearly biased.
M’s, I think, are closer to attaining spiritual freedom, for they tend to keep their heads still, and always try to weigh the outcome of either of the choices. These are the people, whose focus is set at equality, and that they must never hurt anyone with their choices. They are often more articulate than most. These people tend to use a proper combination of heart and brain to weigh their options. These are also the people who’ll stay confused for far longer than most and don’t tend to come to conclusions until their set criteria is met.

The B’s though, tend to think more from their heart than their minds. They have a tendency to start building an opinion after they have elected for an option which makes them rather more prejudiced and prone to making mistakes. These are also the people, more hasty and unclear in their thinking. Their world revolves more around showing off than actual reasoning. These often have high egos which further prohibits clear thinking. They are also the people who tend to disturb the M’s more than anyone else. These people think, since they’ve made their choices early, they’ve got to have materialistic evidence to support their argument and this is where M’s come in.
B’s invite M’s to their side by telling them how lucrative and correct their side/argument is. B’s in this sense are manipulative as well. In short, B’s are often better equipped to take the world head on than the M’s. M’s hence find it even harder to make their choices. M’s are far more influenced than B’s who don’t leave a room for any further influence on their decisions than their own.
My friend narrated me the story of some man in American continent, who used to answer every question using just his right index finger. There were several attempts to figure out what exactly he meant by that index finger. Was it one, solitary? It was hard to find. Even when dying, the answer to the question about his index finger was… ‘an index finger’. Few years later, a very intelligent version of the finger arrived, in that, he always meant that “All is One”. That with experience we learn to take the middle road to happiness, in that the happiness of polarity in decisions becomes immaterial. That after a point in life, that one point, all your choices are correct. You have attained what’s called Spiritual Nirvana.
My argument, for which he had no answer was, is as follows –
What if the entire thing of that one focal point, is an alibi to escape the logics of the world and avoid all further scrutiny, an escape route? Viewing it from a different angle isn’t that one focal point also a side that we’ve taken. Don’t M’s become the B’s then? Aren’t we all scared again and running away? Is Spiritual Nirvana a prejudice?
For a person who makes his choices carefully and after a lot of thought, it’s so slippery, this world! For one single slip of thought and you will end up making the wrong choice, and for all M’s, it’s a huge setback. For B’s though, this situation/condition never materializes for they’ve already made their choice and are more often than not, ready to live with the repercussions.
I’ve made my choice and I am the middle-man, M.
What are you? M or B.
You Have No Right
You have no right
To touch me
If you can’t feel my embrace in a tap.
You have no right
To hear me
If you can’t feel the care in my voice.
You have no right
To see me
If you can’t see through the dirt in me.
You have no right
To smell me
If my smell on you isn’t good enough.
You have no right
To think of me
If my thoughts for you count for nothing.
You have no right
To taste me
If my reality scares you.
You have no right
To care for me
If you aren’t with me when I need you the most.
You have no right
To share with me
If my views aren’t good enough.
You have no right
To laugh on me
If you can’t dare to have it back.
You have no right
To cry for me
If the tears in your eyes don’t wash away my sins.
You have no right
To sing with me
If the two of us aren’t good enough to build the notes of love.
You have no right
To stand by me
If I still find it hard to trust you.
You have no right
To love me
If you can’t accept me.
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Learn From the Children
A few days ago I thought, what would it be like to still be a child? Clean as a slate. No problems, no rights, no wrongs, an indomitable spirit of a flying falcon, ready to pounce on every opportunity to play and do whatever he wants to – that’s a child!
I was thinking aren’t rights and wrongs mere perceptions? A child doesn’t come into the world knowing what’s right or wrong. We teach it to him. Some may say, we only teach them so they be careful. But aren’t we just suppressing an inherent nature to toy around with things? Aren’t we scaring him even before he tries? Yes, you got to hold his back but give him a fighting chance to instill the necessary courage and self-confidence to meet his goal! A child does what’s absolutely clear in his head. We simply got to teach them to trust and respect us.
They must be allowed to learn their own way. We must never fiddle with their nature for they’ve got to understand themselves early. They’ll eventually figure it out but it’s only they who have to – not the parents. Parents I know, may feel a bit bad about what I’m saying, but I have countless examples around me that are trying to just be themselves and not someone elses image of perfection. And they are the ones who are truly happy even in their failures, for they can positively and most assuredly say, they are on their paths to their own idea of glory.
Not everyone is a Mahatma Gandhi or David Beckham by birth. We must teach the children to think straight, give them knowledge that helps them achieve their dreams and I highly emphasize on “their dreams”. We should tell them the meaning of dreams and how important they are for contentment. Because without contentment, all that we achieve and earn is worthless. We can never be at peace without it.
Money is nothing but a tool towards contentment. Money is and will forever be the reason for the greatest wars and terrible atrocious crimes. He who has money is as discontented as the man without it, because he never finds out the true purpose of holding it. So he keeps running after it all his life, gaining nothing and hurting a million others. Why does he need it? Why is running after it so important? Parents have to make sure that they set an example to live modestly so children themselves never raise their bar of expectations – those expensive toys, iPods, iPads and stuff. Parents have to let the children outdoors, for indoors is where all the bad stuff is.
One person though who still has the heart of a child, is my wife. She doesn’t understand the complicated. Most people simply misunderstand her because they think she’s playing with their heads, being all intelligent and cunning and stuff but trust me, she isn’t even a decimal percentage of what we call cunning. I am cunning. I know people who can’t be trusted and they are so close to me. And yet all she cares about is, she doesn’t want to hurt anyone. She can’t seem to understand why on earth is she hated so much. My poor baby! How do I tell her, oh man!
I guess, she is the perfect example of who you must choose to be right from the start – free, warm yet chilled, and peaceful. And these traits are so easy to attain, if we grow up respecting everything that earth has to offer. People, animals, air, water, soil – respect everything and the world will respect you and that way, you’ll already have achieved 95% of what you may ever seek in your life.
And I keep thinking, why am I becoming a preacher when I can never follow it myself? Because that’s what I’ve chosen to be. To be the oppressed, a shield to someone who doesn’t know how to shield herself. I’ll take the hits while you run with your life. You just be… yourself. For that smile on your face is what keeps me going!
We have to learn from the children for we’ve forgotten the meaning of freedom and unprejudiced thinking. It is as simple as that!
Bed Talks
What an apt day for this prompt! I was looking to vent out something that happened last night and here cometh the daily prompt!
Wifey left again to visit her parents and her in-laws (my parents) today. I’m alone for next 15 days again but we had a bedtime conversation going after a long time yesterday. Ever since she returned, she was puzzled by my new found love for writing. Actually she’s right to feel this way as nothing comes so easy to me. I procrastinate to levels not known to ordinary humans. I put things off simply because I don’t feel my toes are working perfectly (just a case in point).
We went out to dinner the night she returned, I bought her gifts and we started talking about her experience and when she paused for water, mine too! She had apparently been following my blog from where she was, had grown a bit fond of it. Not delving into how she fared during her vacation, I can tell you what she told me about the results of my break – “You’ve really chilled. You don’t look frazzled. There’s a calmness over you which is helping me wind down too!”.
Then last night, she told me about a demon that she’s been feeding for last 27 years. And I’m thinking how the hell did I miss this about her? Then again, life hasn’t been all hunky dory lately so missing a detail isn’t that big an issue for both of us! She told me how, she has always wanted to emulate a colonel friend of her grand father whom she met when she was just 3. She met him only 3-4 times but considered him as more of her grand father than her actual one (this must really hurt a soul I tell you) and all because he taught her how to carry herself and how to talk to others and things most parents miss these days (ironically her parents missed it too).
Now how does all this relate to today’s prompt? An artist, per me, is someone who elicits responses untold to many a soul themselves. He puts out something that prompts others to empty their own souls when all the while he is himself just emptying his own. Am I an artist?I’m no artist. For I’m no writer (I’m trying to be but am far far away from it), I’m no singer, I’m no player but yet I could, with my demeanor, elicit a response, a thought from my soul mate that she was prepared to hide until told otherwise. I felt proud. I had never had such a deep discussion with her, and she didn’t mind not sleeping at all last night, for she felt light!
Yes, writing is my art, not perfect yet but it’ll do till I can keep my soul mate honest and open with me. I can now see why she always pushed me to get into a different line along with my current industry. Something creative that brought out the good in me. She told me, the way I am today, I can never get someone to like me even if I wanted it the hardest. They’ll never understand me for I’ve built a fort around me and I don’t let anyone in. Trust me people – she’s made her way in already, she just doesn’t know it yet!
Let’s find out the arts of others –
- Freedom in a pen | MC’s Whispers
- YouTube Clips: Daily Prompt | ALIEN AURA’S BLOG: IT’LL BLOW YOUR MIND!
- Jamming | Knowledge Addiction
- Daily Prompt: Express Yourself! | The WordPress C(h)ronicle
- The Match (Part 5) 40 Acres | The Jittery Goat
- Singing All The Way | Knowledge Addiction
- DP Daily Prompt: Express Yourself! | Sabethville
- Write to Heal | From Hiding to Blogging
- Xi’an, the Place with Enriched Stories | From Hiding to Blogging
- Taipei – a Mesmerizing City | From Hiding to Blogging
- Broken Dreams? | Tale of Two Tomatoes
- Daily prompt – Express yourself! | myjourneyeveryday
- Daily Prompt: Express Yourself! | benjaminsolak
- Bed Talks | Views Splash!
- The Creator God and His Gift to Us | meanderedwanderings
- Express Yourself | Dragon Droppings
- Express Yourself | Lisa’s Kansa Muse
- Daily Prompt: Express Yourself-Is it Children’s Obligation to Take Care of Their Parents? | Journeyman
- I teach! | Purplesus’ Blog
- Quadruple Threat [Intimate Sessions] | She Writes
- [M.M.X.I.V. 95] The dancing feet | Never A Worry
- Daily Prompt: Express Yourself! | tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice
- Building Blocks of a Project | Photography Journal Blog
- More than an Expression…an Extension of Me | snapshotsofawanderingheart
- E Is For Expressing Yourself | My Little Avalon
- My Games… | from dusk to dawn….
- Creativity in pranks, viruses and retaliation: This week’s weird and wacky news « psychologistmimi
- Reach High | Flowers and Breezes
- Freedom In Expression | Coffee With Jesus
- Daily Prompt: Express Yourself! | seikaiha’s blah-blah-blah
- DAILY PROMPT: Express Yourself | Melissa Holden
- My dog doesn’t see the point of leg weaves |
- 8 things I have to say about debate | Never Stationary
- A Small Guest With a Box of Sweets | wisskko’s blog
- Daily Prompt: Express Yourself! | thechangingpalette
- Daily Prompt: Express Yourself! | I Just Like Doing Them | Shawn Daily
- Daily Prompt: Express Yourself | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
- Sunset Over India | Broken Light: A Photography Collective
- Daily Prompt Express Yourself : Joy | Angela McCauley
- Please Don’t Call Me A Writer
- Daily Prompt: Express Yourself | Words4jp’s Blog
- Therapy | In the Present
- Daily Prompt: Express Yourself | That Montreal Girl
- Daily Prompt: Express yourself | A cup of noodle soup
- Express Yourself | Kimmiecode
- Daily prompt: Express yourself! | Go, See, Live
- Express Yourself | The Land Slide Photography
- you keep me at varying | y
- No Such Thing as Self-Expression | Author Laura Lee
- Comin’ Through the Rye | Speculative Paradigm Shifts
- Ex-press-ion | I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
- Daily Prompt: Express Yourself | gracenorcott
- my purpose | peacefulblessedstar
- Persuing Perfection | The Ravenously Disappearing Woman
- Poetry that doesn’t challenge my brain | The Salmon Yatra
- One’s Creative Expression | Cats, Coffee, And Life At Random
- Creative me | Emovere
Green Eyed Monster
Green Eyed Lady? Me? You? Who?
Damn, this prompt is so easy I’d have answered it in my sleep.
No man ever came close to making me think so. No woman except her ever could! Oh and how she makes you feel so miserable and on your knees all the time, you are crawling, crawling forever, with a craving the size of a dinosaur (or the largest mammal ever whoever that is, think it’s the blue whale) inside your heart. You owe your entire world to her when she hasn’t done anything but moved a tiny single grain of sand in your life. You still are what you forever were, just more miserable. You look like a fool, with that loser expression that says,”You ain’t worth a shit without her”! She turns you into that one “Green Eyed Monster“!
Yes, the one that gives me a green eye, the one, the only one that makes me think “I wish I was not me” is – my wife!
She has a way of living life that can make most husbands jealous and all of you gents (married or unmarried), you can say thanks to your dear lords that she isn’t your wife and all this misery was personally handed to me by her father!
She has a way of living life, way that I can only probably write about. I can always experience it from her but never live it myself, so pre-occupied with the shit of the world that I am. She is free in her head. No rules hold any meaning to her unless explained and she be satisfied. Rules bind her spirit. Rules kill her instinct. She learns like only she can.
I so wish I was her, free from the world. Living her own dream. The world works just for her making us her tools. Her notions are different. She is very emotional, but strong. I am emotional too but I just don’t know how to handle it, so I hide it, somewhere safe in the corner of my brain, so I never come across as weak. Only she knows it and my family too but I’m not too sure about them.
She has clarity in thoughts like a crystal, some of us only dream of having it. I just so wish I will someday explain my world to her, the way she has made hers, very evident! Till then, hell yeah and down right “JEALOUS”!
- The Match (Part 4) Rusty’s Destination | The Jittery Goat
- Self-Defeating Beliefs
- Daily Prompt: Green-Eyed Lady | The WordPress C(h)ronicle
- Daily Prompt: Green-Eyed Lady | Bob’s Blog-O-Rama
- Daily Prompt: Green-Eyed Lady | MedinaQue
- DP Daily Prompt: Green-Eyed Lady | Sabethville
- Daily Prompt: Green Eyed Lady | Purplesus’ Blog
- Dirty Envy | In the Present
- Daily Prompt: Green-Eyed Lady « cognitive reflection
- Daily Prompt: Green-Eyed Lady | tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice
- Green-Eyed Lady | The Nameless One
- Daily Prompt: Green-eyed Lady | imagination
- Green-Eyed Lady | God Through My Eyes
- Evil Queens & coffee beans
- Daily Prompt: Jealousy | A Day In The Life
- Reciprocal | The River Mom
- of wickedness | Anawnimiss
- Wake Up O’ Sleeping Stone | The Write Web
- Daily prompt: Green-eyed monster | Go, See, Live
- I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
- Aces « Averil Dean
- NaPoWriMo Day 4: “Smitten” | arakawa fiction
- Bass Speaker | I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
- Daily Prompt: Green-Eyed Lady | A Note From Jenn
- Jealousy: Daily Prompt | ALIEN AURA’S BLOG: IT’LL BLOW YOUR MIND!
- Leave Me Free | Flowers and Breezes
- From Time To Time | Lisa’s Kansa Muse
- How do they do it? | A mom’s blog
- Daily Prompt: Green Eyed Lady | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
- Nonsense | Life is great
- Green All Over | meanderedwanderings
- i’m just a jealous guy | eastelmhurst.a.go.go
- The Green-Eyed Monster | Elementary Verse
- Green-Eyed Monster | Elementary Verse
- Daily prompt 🙂 Green eyed Lady | myjourneyeveryday
- Daily Prompt from WordPress: HEY-O Jealousy – That’s My Answer
- Daily Prompt: Green-Eyed Lady | My Atheist Blog
- Daily Prompt – Green-Eyed Lady | hometogo232
- If I Have to Choose One Thing that Makes me Jealous | wisskko’s blog
- I’m Jealous of Chris Potter’s Coffee Mates
- The Difference Between Cats and Humans is … Sleep | My Two Cats
- #NaPoWriMo2014 “As long as I have words” Day 4 | The Bohemian Rock Star’s “Untitled Project”
- Daily Prompt: Green-Eyed Lady- The Path to Freedom and Fear | Journeyman
- Daily Prompt: Being Jealous! | All Things Cute and Beautiful
- Me Jealous? Sadly, Yes. | Emotional Fitness
- Daily Prompt: My eyes turn green when I see him with her. | Ipso • facto
- With wild cat designs comes love, passion and jealousy !! | The Seminary of Praying Mantis
- Sometimes my eyes are just a little more green than usual | One Educator’s Life
- I Don’t Always Get Jealous……. | djgarcia94
- I Need To Talk To The Person In Charge Of Changing Humans Into Dogs | meg lago
- Green eyed lady | Boundaries and Edges
- NaPoWriMo Day 4 Poem ~~ Jealousy | To Breathe is to Write
- Daily Prompt: Green-Eyed Lady | Diary of Dennis
- Haves vs Have Nots | Emovere
- Daily Prompt: Green-Eyed Lady | Ramblings of A Nonsensical Nerd
- Caught in the Act! | LenzExperiments
- Daily Prompt: Green-eyed lady | This is who I am…
- Green Eyed Lady | Destino
- Skinny Selfies | vic briggs
- The Game | La Gatita Oscura
- The Emperor’s new clothes. | Trucker Turning Write
- A Big One | Overcoming Bloglessness
- Green-Eyed Lady | c21stguinevere
- Wise Words – Steve Jobs | The Salmon Yatra
- Envy | Writing on the Spot
- Oklahoma Rose | The Shotgun Girls
- Lovers In A Box
- Green-Eyed Monster | The Writer’s Block
- I Covet No More | RosieSmrtiePants
- Green Eyed Monster Jealousy | Late Bloomer Liz
- Never Jealous…Much | My Author-itis
- Daily prompt: Green’s my favourite colour, but… | helen meikle’s scribblefest
- Daily Prompt: Green-Eyed Lady | Basically Beyond Basic
- Short Story: Green-Eyed Lady | Paisley Imprint
A Courteous Nod to A Fresh Me
You know the easiest trap to fall into is to start even thinking about how your life isn’t worth comparing to others. I almost fell into it yesterday when I read how someone was about to start doing what she truly wanted to do, while I haven’t yet started!
There are many other things I believe in other than the ones I elaborated yesterday. One of them is – nothing comes to you before time. I see people doing whatever with their lives and a sense of jealousy passes over me only to remind me of this motto.
I’ve led a rather satisfying and cool life when I consider my priorities in life. I’ve changed myself to plan everything and live by it. Though my plans to actually start leading the life of my dreams, start a few years later. Till then, I need security. I need to secure my future along with my wifes and plan on how to start taking over the responsibilities of my aging parents.
Nothing must leave my hands now and I’ve understood that therein lies the true power of my dreams. Never letting them go. Not once, ever. I’ve wasted a lot of time doing stupid things that never really benefitted my soul and have never worked to make me happy. Yes, some of them did relieve a lot of unwanted stress. Yes, some of them did teach me what random happiness feels like. But they still weren’t my true friends. They were a passerby who handed me tea and coffee only to refresh me, hand me a word of advice, and say goodbye!
I feel a lot of what I’m doing since a couple of months, drives me to my dreams. Some of it is still a baggage and it needs shedding but that’ll be done when time comes. All I need is patience. Patience to see my time come. I’ve sowed the seeds to my happiness and I vow to live to see those plants grow and flower. I need that tree to provide shade to other passerby’s who will later board on their respective journeys to happiness.
I need people as much they need me. We just need to acknowledge the need. I feel I’m a changed man already. I take time and try to not freak out when things aren’t going my way. Whether it be those moronic drivers on the road or those stupid queues at the counters, I try to stay calm. And I see people responding to my efforts, even unconsciously. All I do is keep doing what I programmed my brain to do and the rest keeps falling into place. I don’t need to think of the future so much. It’ll come the way it has to. It simply needs acknowledgement – a courteous nod!
Lets see what others have in their minds –
- I hate Inspirational Facebook Update Pictures | AS I PLEASE
- VIP Saudi Wedding at Ritz Carlton – JBR | Rima Hassan
- Daily Prompt: She Drives Me Crazy- Pyshology Behind “Being Late” and it’s Consequences | Journeyman
- Daily Prompt: She drives me crazy! | Purplesus’ Blog
- Daily Prompt: She Drives Me Crazy | seikaiha’s blah-blah-blah
- The Production of “Hair” At Billy Bronco’s | The Jittery Goat
- Daily Prompt: They Drive Me Crazy | Under the Monkey Tree
- Daily Prompt: She Drives Me Crazy | The WordPress C(h)ronicle
- I drive me crazy… | new2writing
- DP Daily Prompt: She Drives Me Crazy | Sabethville
- 狂気!(Crazy!) | Eyes Through The Glass – A Blog About Asperger’s
- Daily Prompt: what drives me crazy | Love your dog
- Control??? / Daily Prompt | I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
- Daily Prompt: She Drives Me Crazy | littlegirlstory
- Wait you mean you came to class unprepared again??? | One Educator’s Life
- etiquette | yi-ching lin photography
- the second law of | y
- The First Date – Part 3 | In Harmony
- Stories That Drive Me Crazy | My Little Avalon
- Daily Prompt: She Drives Me Crazy | Pastathree’s Blog
- Stop lingering, STOP lingering, please stop lingering!! | The Flavored Word
- A dialogue | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
- Actus reus | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
- Daily Prompt: She Drives Me Crazy | Bob’s Blog-O-Rama
- Narcissism or Self-Exploration? | Lisa’s Kansa Muse
- March is driving me crazy: Laguardia, Wrestlemania and Selena on my mind as winter draws to its final end « psychologistmimi
- She Drives Me Crazy | The Story of a Guy
- “Will the last one in my World please turn everything off” | Prompt Me Please
- daily prompt: one of these days, alice! | r | one studio architecture
- Déjà Vu All over Again! | My Author-itis
- Groove « Averil Dean
- Daily Prompt: She Drives Me Crazy | tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice
- Leonard Woolf ‘speaks’ | ALIEN AURA’S BLOG: IT’LL BLOW YOUR MIND!
- Crazy Monday | Jody Lynne
- “She Drives Me Crazy” | Relax
- Watch Out for that Tree! | meanderedwanderings
- Daily Prompt: She Drives Me Crazy | imagination
- Like nails on a chalkboard. | Hope* the happy hugger
- Respect for the music | Life is great
- Pet Peeves Continued… | Live, Love, Laugh, Dance, Pray
- A few thoughts for improvement | An old fart back in school
- Daily Prompt: She Drives Me Crazy | My Atheist Blog
- ah shaddap you face | eastelmhurst.a.go.go
- Daily Prompt: She Drives Me Crazy |Five Annoying Things | Shawn
- Don’t be Manipulated | wisskko’s blog
- DP: DON’T TOUCH THAT! | Scorched Ice
- Some things just drive you a little crazy… | chattinatti
- Pet Peeves | Wright Outta Nowhere
- T and Trouble | Flowers and Breezes
- Follia | Daily Post – Missmosta
- Life on the ward | A picture is worth 1000 words
- I never was very good at ball games. | thoughtsofrkh
- Drives Me Crazy: Daily Prompt | ALIEN AURA’S BLOG: IT’LL BLOW YOUR MIND!
- What Drives Me Crazy? | 3rdculturechildren
- Monday’s daily prompt 🙂 | myjourneyeveryday
- I AM the Crazy | djgarcia94
- She Drives Me Crazy | The Nameless One
- Daily Prompt: She Drives Me Crazy | poems: “lax rhetorica”
- Finger Lickin’ Good | thanks for letting me autograph your cat
- Something about myself | Kat and her Blog
- Daily Prompt: She Drives Me Crazy | picturingpositive
- A Pet Peeve: Please Do Not Sh*t in My Bed | Kosher Adobo
- Daily Prompt: She Drives Me Crazy | Ramblings of a Midwest 20-Something
- Daily Prompt: Moments to Remember | Ramblings of a Midwest 20-Something
- I don’t feel like procreating right now. Let’s move on shall we? | Shoot the messenger
- Drives her crazy | Thin spiral notebook
- Daily Prompt: She Drives Me Crazy| Unprofessional Cashiers | Random…Yet Not So Random Thoughts Of Mine
- Daily Prompt: She Drives Me Crazy: Myself | Just Be V
- 24 Things I Irrationally Hate | meg lago
- Taking public transit in Montreal drives me crazy at times | That Montreal Girl
- Daily Prompt: She Drives Me Crazy | Burning Imagination
- I hate that I have become Ross from friends | The Bohemian Rock Star’s “Untitled Project”
- The News! Ha! | Trucker Turning Write
- daily prompt: she drives me crazy |
- That Drives Me Crazy | 365 Days of Thank You
- Not That Kind Of Marriage | Edward Hotspur
- Garbage out of place | mombox
- Daily Prompt: She Drives Me Crazy | Ty
- She Drives Me Crazy: Daily Post | Destino
- Wait — let me get something to write on | Oh Danny Boy!
- Winning the sanity battle | Emotional Fitness
- Daily Prompt: She Drives Me Crazy | Basically Beyond Basic
- Daily prompt: ‘She’? I’m a one-man band | helen meikle’s scribblefest
- “Really!” Come on Maaaan! | jsleflore
- [Prompt] Drives Me Crazy | kkjj95
Welcome Back!
I’d always wondered how a canary would look like in my balcony? That wonderful friend who’d chirp with me every day tripping me into that joyful zone when I need it the most?
Yes, my canary returned to my balcony today. She’s free, singing, and even more wonderfully colorful. She’s dropped a lot of her emotional baggage. She’s totally made my day. I see her and I see light. She’s chirping better, loving better, laughing even better, and best of all looks prettier. The marks of stress have vanished, lost to the oceans and the harsh sun. I finally see fun and hell, feel it too.
The life’s returned and it’s refreshed.
Welcome back baby with those beaded and braided hair, tanned skin, that fresh Goan glow, and… and you’ve got no perfume on! Your smell has changed. You’ve thinned. You’ve done total justice to your vacation. You’ve proved me wrong. Oh how I doubted your ability to take care of yourself. I hail your spirit and will and promise to make things better – for us!
I love the way you’ve sorted yourself out, pinpointed your flaws and worked on them. You’ve gotten quieter, softer, and saner. You seem clearer in your head about what you want and how you want to get it, and hence, I’m finding my task easier. Trust me, it never has been.
Again, WELCOME BACK and now let’s get on to creating our own new horizon and a world to go with it with a renewed vigor!
Lets see what people think –
- Thirteen Time Zones Away and Still Side by Side | Kosher Adobo
- Neurosis From A to Z | The Jittery Goat
- From My Heart, with Love | From Hiding to Blogging
- Born to be With You – Bess you is my woman now. (Daily Prompt) | Roving Bess
- Bitten by the Love Bug!! [Wish Come True] | She Writes
- Daily Prompt: Born To be With You -Psychology Behind Choosing To Like People We Met | Journeyman
- EMILY AND JUSTIN: THE PROPOSAL | She Writes
- Daily Prompt: Born to Be With You | The WordPress C(h)ronicle
- Born To Be With You | The Magic Black Book
- DP Daily Prompt: Born to Be With You | Sabethville
- Born to be With You | Faith, Life and Compassion
- Be the Edward to my Vivian | Expressions
- Daily Prompt: Born to Be With You | seikaiha’s blah-blah-blah
- About a Panda | jigokucho
- Drama queen | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
- Layers | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
- Love, Life and Loss | MC’s Whispers
- My Soul Mate: Daily Prompt | ALIEN AURA’S BLOG: IT’LL BLOW YOUR MIND!
- I’m On Riot ! | Life Confusions
- Yearning for The One : a misguided human quest? Daily Prompt | ALIEN AURA’S BLOG: IT’LL BLOW YOUR MIND!
- She Loves Me | My Author-itis
- The one I love… | Life Sans God
- Born To Be With You (Daily Prompt) | Wordy Wings
- Recharging the Cell Phone | The Zombies Ate My Brains
- people let me tell you about my best friend | eastelmhurst.a.go.go
- Born To Be With You | The Giardino Journey
- Opposites Attract! | meanderedwanderings
- An ode to a soul mate who doesn’t exist | The Bohemian Rock Star’s “Untitled Project”
- He is the soul-mate because…. | The Gilded Lotus
- Cradle « Averil Dean
- My Sun, My Life | Flowers and Breezes
- In Step with an Angel | Speculative Paradigm Shifts
- The Rainbow Of My Life | The Insight of a young soul
- Born to be with You: Daily Post | Destino
- This Kid I Know: Michelle | Never Stationary
- How To Be A Best Friend | Never Stationary
- Zip you lips because loose lips sink ships | Lisa’s Kansa Muse
- “Give her the truth serum, NOW!” | I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
- Daily Prompt: Born to Be With You | My Atheist Blog
- Soul Mates | Kate Murray
- Born to be with you | Asianchemnerd
- Let Me Tell You a Secret | Out From Under the Umbrella
- Every Fiber of my Being | The Ravenously Disappearing Woman
- My ‘virtual’ best friend | Prompt Me Please
- Born to be with you? | An adventure? Alpaca my bags.
- An Open Letter To My Person | Sloppy Etymology
- Love Crime, Acts of Love, and wacky love bits: this week’s weird news « psychologistmimi
- we go together like a bird and a feather | the REmissionary
- Mr.Know-It-All | bratz626
- Dear Stephen, | 1+1-1=0
- The swale and the swirl of now. | The Seminary of Praying Mantis
- Daily Prompt: Born to Be With you | daniellemcfarlane
- Soulmate: BornToBeWithYou Daily Prompt | Starting Write Now
- Daily Prompt: Born to Be With You | Basically Beyond Basic
- How I Met My Beast, My Love, My Christopher | My Renaissance Blog
- My Person | Yellow Brick Road
- Daily Prompt: Born to Be With You | Incidents of a Dysfunctional Spraffer
- Born to be with you…. | myjourneyeveryday
- He’s Got it Goin’ On | Ms. Raven Marie
- Doorsteps and Parking Lots | loveletterstoaghost
- in Intro to Anatomy, | y
- Daily Prompt – Born to be With You | hometogo232
- Daily prompt: Born to be with me | helen meikle’s scribblefest
- Circle of Love | Wiley’s Wisdom
- What’s a girl gonna do without a best friend? I have no idea because I have 3 🙂 | One Educator’s Life
- Daily Prompt: Born to Be With You | Nola Roots, Texas Heart
- Strong Bond with Her | wisskko’s blog
- Someone Else Would Do | Overcoming Bloglessness
- Something So Strong: BFF | FREE BIRD
- Surprise Love of my Life | C Life, Live Life
- Born to Be With You | Tonkadella’s Things in Life
- Daily Prompt: Born to Be With You | Here I am !!
Stronger Roots, Better Crop
Got told a story today and here’s how it goes –
There was once a farmer who had spent all his life worshipping God. He was a good man who had earned respect with hard work. One day, the God got so happy with his dedication, he showed himself to the farmer and asked him – “Tell me a wish you’d want true”.
The farmer humbly replied – “I want you to empower me with the control of air, water, soil and light for next 6 months so I can get a better crop this year. I seriously believe that you are a pretty dumb farmer else you would never bake my fields with sun when I planned to plant the seeds or blow them away with the wind when I try to get them to stand up”.
God replied – “OK. Done”!
The farmer worked day in and out to give this crop of his, all the special attention it needed, shielded it from hard sun, harsher wind and killer rain. 6 months later, he looked at the most amazing crop he had ever seen. It grew taller, bouncier and hell, even shinier!
He decided to take a closer look. As he examined it, he found that the crop was empty. There was no produce, just plants. He got angry and frustrated and as he had used up his 6 months, God appeared.
He then asked God what went wrong when he had taken care of the crops like his own babies. God replied – “You know son, you did everything right except for the winds. I blew your crop with winds, so they could dig deeper in every direction and have stronger roots. Stronger roots means better produce. Therefore, your crop is shallow for it never got the winds that could make it stronger”.
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Moral of the story –
Stronger roots may yield shorter plants but they are stronger as they have faced their share of challenges.
You know how you can relate to it, for it’s like raising a child himself. You see that little creäture and as a parent, you give the best cover possible. You save him, serve him, fulfil him, take him away from dangers all the while making him weak. I remember I’d never tasted mineral water till I started travelling alone. I was 18 then.
Challenges and rightful fights build character. They build heart and strength. My father let me take care of my brother from an age, the number of which I can’t even remember. It taught me a lot. Respect, love, and holding hands when it mattered. It built in me an understanding of people and relations. I’d know who’d stand for me and when. I learned to stand alone. A better crop.
Bitten
Yeah I’m bitten. I have a secret love bug that bites my ass each time I see a beautiful woman. It’s true, so true that you can see me scratch a cheek that very moment – yeah yeah, that shy dirty way, swaying my head away so no one notices me! I have a nasty habit of staring at things that grab my attention and that includes women. I see them till I’ve noted everything. Nope not in a bad way at all, in fact, as my wife will tell you now, it’s in my nature to seek details – whichever sense they entail.
Homing in on 5 years of marriage and it still holds true. I’ve never stopped staring at women, I guess I never will. What has changed though, is the women don’t change now, they’re none but one, she’s the one and only one – my wife. She doesn’t mind me doing any of the rotten stuff that I do, except the real disgusting ones, for she is my center of attraction all the time and oh how she loves attention!
Not that I went anywhere but home when I was single, but then it was sheer habit. After marriage though, it isn’t any habit, but her that I come home for. Such is the hurry, colleagues hardly see me in office after 7. Straight, without a thought, at the gate, honk, shrek barks, and I see her as I enter my home, all fresh, smelling flowers or strawberries, turns all of that shitty day right around – trust me!
I’ve also noticed that I fall head over heels for women with power, in any form. And she’s nothing but power. Power to attract, power to charm, power to talk, power to love, power, power, power!
I’ll let you in on a secret, shhh, quiet down, yes you, the one munching, else she’ll hear me – I do really weird stuff to grab her attention. I think she doesn’t know it yet or she does and I’m the fool again, but the point is, I often throw tantrums just to grab her attention, her eyes as she walks by, as she cooks, as she watches TV.
I love you baby – although I have no clue what love is. I just hope it never changes!
Lets find who amore for whom –
- Swirling in the Time of Internet | Kosher Adobo
- Daily Prompt: That’s Amore- The Psychology of Changes in Love | Journeyman
- Princess | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
- Missing that tune | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
- Eddie And Flipper, Reverse Revolution | The Jittery Goat
- If you love to walk | Услуги переводчика – английский язык
- Too Good To Be True | Ventures | WANGSGARD
- Too Good To Be True | Musings | WANGSGARD
- passion | yi-ching lin photography
- Love And Linger – A Vibrational Experience | Shrine of Hecate – Ramblings of a New Age Witch
- you leave | y
- DP Daily Prompt: That’s Amore | Sabethville
- Daily Prompt: That’s Amore | seikaiha’s blah-blah-blah
- Daily prompt: Amore | The Wandering Poet
- This one is easy. | What?????
- Daily Prompt: That’s Amore « Mama Bear Musings
- Michael [Poem] [reblog] | She Writes
- Daily Prompt: That’s Amore | cockatooscreeching
- Start Cueing Up the 1812 Overture, Here Come the Fireworks… | Eyes Through The Glass – A Blog About Asperger’s
- how we met, fell in love, broke up, got back together, had a baby & got married | the hilarious pessimist
- That’s Amore Haiku | Lisa’s Kansa Muse
- Love Story? What Love Story? | jigokucho
- She Loved Me First ::E.N.Howie’s Motivational Moments
- okay. | a study in coincidences.
- My non-relationship relationship related entry! | thoughtsofrkh
- If One Day Love Comes Along… | B.Kaotic
- HOW IT BEGAN, HOW IT CONTINUES | SERENDIPITY
- ‘I’ve got a safety-pin stuck in my heart…’ My Amour since 1977… | ALIEN AURA’S BlOG: IT’LL BLOW YOUR MIND!
- A LIFE BORN FROM MUD | Hastywords
- A moon’s memory | shame
- My Love Story. | Asta’s Space
- Daily Prompt: Love Story | A Day In The Life
- Love and (Chicken) Wings | A Blog of One’s Own
- My Great Love | I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
- Great Love | I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
- Its A Love Story….Baby Just Say…YES ! | Life Confusions
- a haiku ..a cinquain about albert’s thwarted love for clara | eastelmhurst.a.go.go
- Daily Prompt: That’s Amore | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
- Weaker Past But Getting Stronger For The Future | Navigate
- Anne Boy | I solemnly swear i am upto no good!
- Shore-break | Charron’s Chatter
- Your love was a seed | Altared Egos
To My Family!
I don’t think I need to tell anyone what denial is. I was in denial – all my life. I can safely say that I’m more than three-quarters through my life now and I have no one else than my family to thank. I don’t know what love is! I’ve never known love but I believe it’s a strange combination of respect, responsibility, care, and detailing. And I guess that’s what me and my family have. That cocktail of aforementioned ingredients that binds us.
The two late comers in our family, my wife and my brother’s wife, they were I think destined to share their lives with us. Now they are what me and brother are, to my parents. A simple enough structure, no joint family, phew! The kind of people we all are, only 2 out of 6 are extroverts – dad and my wife! The way we take care of each other is very unique – for me it is! But I feel all families are unique in their own little ways.
Just want to say – I love you all and be around like you always are. This bugger needs you sometimes – OK, all the time!
Welcome Brothers
Okay… I don’t normally do two posts for a prompt but today’s prompt has something charming and attractive about it. I thank daily prompt to actually make me do it as I’d been putting this topic off for about a month.
I don’t know how anyone of the three remembers me when I first met them, for I never cared and it’d never bother me but I’m sure I must have had my headphones on at full blast and I wouldn’t have liked their faces!
‘Chucker’ Anuj & ‘Fucker’ Mohan (College mates) –
I make you famous boys! Today our nicknames stand official – I did it!
In our first semester, Mohan and his compatriots from his state, sat and belonged to the front benches. I felt they were slow and he always had the knack of pretending ‘busy’ when he clearly wasn’t. If I’m not wrong, most will remember him the same way. He always looked helpless, a hostelite with a lot of friends but always on a lookout for a real one. He wasn’t easy to talk to but trust me – so wasn’t I!
Anuj however didn’t like warming the back benches but had to, for his local mates from Bhilai warmed those seats and he felt safe with them. He was always a follower. Supremely intelligent guy who lacked originality! We noticed each other a lot especially in our “Electrical” classes. There was always a tiff between me and his mates and he often looked bewildered.
I, on the other hand, was as usual, confused. A new place, new faces – of whom I liked none, a new smell, no pride, supreme pressure. I put a mask on without me even knowing about it, pretending like a cool buddy to everyone who showed the slightest interest, with interesting topics, funny anecdotes, and things that people could relate to. Till date I have no clue about my reputation in my college. At the end I did come out as a loser though.
Anyways back to the topic, we weren’t much friends in the first semester. I have no clue about the two of them but I definitely wasn’t any friends with anyone then – not even my roommate! I was scared to shit pieces of seniors – some of whom looked at me like I was a piece of kryptonite. They would scatter. Come second semester though, I started going out, roaming out a bit and it was this ease, that let these two pass my defense against douchebags. The earliest I can remember is us, seated together on the same bench laughing our asses off at some stupid joke. It was one of these jokes that landed us our first collective punishment, thus cementing our friendship. There was just no looking back then.
Regarding our nicknames though, ‘Chucker’ Anuj chucked while bowling, ‘Sucker’ Samir rhymed with ‘Chucker’ Anuj (I suck a lot too by the way) and ‘Fucker’ Mohan got it simply for a rhyme and no fault of his own.
‘Gittu’ Maddy (friends from our first noon together at Accenture) –
We never actually hit it off. I remember being scared shitless again for I had no results from college to even complete my joining formalities at Accenture. As I entered the banquet hall at some chic hotel, I saw hordes of girls flanking the stage but only a handful of boys seated at the back. I thought, they may have all gone for smoke or something but (as I later found out to my surprise) I was the last one in. We waited for the first break and for some reason, all the boys broke towards the loo. And all of us fitted the washroom. There was no male outside in the hall, and thus came into being (hold your breaths ‘literally’) – “Bathroom Bhar Ke Ladke (Guys that fit a bathroom)” – a term coined by Sir Maddy. We later formed a community on Orkut with the same name. When we headed for the lunch and met outside, I was alone when a pigeon shit all over my right shoulder and bugger there he was standing again laughing his ass off. And I became ‘KT’ that stands for ‘Kabootar Ki Tatti (Pigeons Poop)’ courtesy Maddy. He kept making fun of me and we all kept laughing (for once I didn’t mind it ‘coz my mind really wasn’t in it).
We started hanging out together for some reason appreciating each others company and tolerance to each other and here we are – best friends!
‘Gittu’ by the way means – very small – which goes well with his height!
Welcome Brothers – to my humble abode – Views Splash! –
- Ilya Fostiy. New Life | The Bliss of Reality
- Facebook | Crazy Art
- Ilya Fostiy. Sweet Romance | Crazy Art
- Devotion | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
- Proud | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
- Prepare to Die & The Daily Prompt | The Jittery Goat
- Daily Prompt: Something So Strong-Psychology behind a strong bond between friend | Journeyman
- You Have Beautiful Eyes | Musings | WANGSGARD
- Atlantis onwards: Soul Mate | ALIEN AURA’S BlOG: IT’LL BLOW YOUR MIND!
- big sister | yi-ching lin photography
- Daily Prompt: Friendship things. | seikaiha’s blah-blah-blah
- Daily prompt: Best friends | The Wandering Poet
- Daily Prompt: Something so strong | cockatooscreeching
- Something So Strong – my best friend | Purplesus’ Blog
- DP Daily Prompt: Something So Strong | Sabethville
- Daily Prompt: Something So Strong | dx0330’s Blog
- Daily Prompt: Something So Strong | Diary of Dennis
- 14 Years Strong | Being HIS Light in a Dark World
- Best Friends | Cass’s Useless Opinions
- Jake | Daily Prompt: Something So Strong | likereadingontrains
- Big Bear: a rough essay | kaleidoscope sparks of defiance
- More than a Colleague | snapshotsofawanderingheart
- “As people grow colder” | Hope* the happy hugger
- Please Keep Me In Your Heart | Flowers and Breezes
- Ames | Long Winding Road
- “Picture it, Sicily, 1924…” | thoughtsofrkh
- Daily Prompt: Something So Strong | The Bohemian Rock Star’s “Untitled Project”
- Something So Strong | Wendy Karasin – Musings of a Boomer
- My best friend | Root To Tip
- I don’t have something so strong 😦 | Jennifer Paige
- 277. Best Friend | Barely Right of Center
- Something So Strong | The Story of a Guy
- Friendship | The Land Slide Photography
- You And I | Life Confusions
- Daily Prompt: Something So Strong | kenbigtrain
- The Best Friend I Ever Had
- Daily Prompt: Something So Strong | Of Glass & Paper
- Something So Strong | Lisa’s Kansa Muse
- idk my bff Katy | Kylie
- Movie Quotes And Disney Lyrics | moonstonemaiden
- Daily Prompt: Something So Strong – The Vrede Story | Rolbos ©
- Love, Life and Loss | MC’s Whispers
- Daily Prompt: Something So Strong | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
- A Different Kind of Friend (Daily Prompt Challenge) | Ana Linden
- no current or recent best friend | eastelmhurst.a.go.go
- AND STILL WE ARE STRONG | SERENDIPITY
- Daily Prompt: Something So Strong | RedWhiteandSparkling
- Friendship and the Serial Expat | Wright Outta Nowhere
- “Something So Strong” | Relax
- Three friendships | rifeparent
- BFF | Active Army Wife
- Daily Prompt: something so strong | 2far2shout
- 5 Years And Counting | Victim to Charm
- Infinite cups of trust,love,support and a pinch of “debates” | stilldaddyslittlegirl
- Not So Strong: Conditional Love | A Blog of One’s Own
- Book Review: The Vegan Cookbook by Adele McConnell | My Little Avalon
- Daily Prompt: March 13 | Balmy Life
- No, She Really Is ::E.N.Howie’s Motivational Moments
- ThinkAlikes : A Friendship Story. | The Salmon Yatra
- Daily Prompt: Something so Strong | [Wo]man’s Best Friend | It Starts With L
- We Found Our Wingmen in a Spanish 1 Class | Kosher Adobo
- DIDN’T MEAN ANYTHING | hastywords
- Thank You Friend | Emovere
- A Very Long Day | The Zombies Ate My Brains
- Friendships: Something So Strong…. | Mirth and Motivation
- Lorem Ipsum | Alex Ayala
- Of friendship and loss | vic briggs
- My twin-brother-soul | Underneath her mind
- Friendship: We have a part of each other in our respective beings and consciousness « psychologistmimi
- A Bright & Light Friendship / Roasted Cherry, Almond & Vanilla Tart | The Imperfect Kitchen
- Puffing and Panting. | Trucker Turning Write
- Day 72. . . My best friend | Dear Blog ’14
- Daily Prompt: Something So Strong | Morrighan’s Muse
- Daily Prompt: Something So Strong-Friends Forever | A Day In The Life
- Daily Prompt: BFFs | U Be Cute – Follow the child inside of you…
- On Friendship | Life at the Piedmont Cottage
- I’ve Got Friends in . . . | meanderedwanderings
- Daily Prompt: Something So Strong — Excerpt from 2nd novel | Life’s So Sweet
- Discovering the Trinity – Compass & Quill
- Bond | My Play Nook
- How I Met My Rock (Quite Literally) | Thinking Diagonally
- People, Let Me Tell You ‘Bout My Best Friend | 365 Days of Thank You
- Daily Prompt: Best Friend | The Braxtyn Files
- a story of several tic-tacs | memoirs of an unremarkable man
- Daily Prompt: Best Friend Lost | Lady K’s Lounge
- Daily Prompt: Something So Strong | tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice
- Daily Prompt: Something So Strong | Nola Roots, Texas Heart
I’ll Take Care
So something authentic and mind churning came my way today in a text message –
“No matter where you come from and when you start, your dreams are valid“.
My wife sent it to me. She told me that she was well applauded for her quote and even received a gift! Congrats Baby!
She went on to ask me, what I think of it? I liked it!
I think it speaks tons of what’s in her mind and how dear are her dreams to her heart.
I’ll tell you a few things about her that are necessary to know her. She is a dreamer of course. If you’ll ask her what’s her greatest dream, she’ll say – I want to be famous. If you’ll ask her what does she think about money, she’ll say – I don’t need much (which sometimes can be very tricky to comprehend, mind you). 😉
Back to the dreams though, she really does want to be famous. She loves colors, hates routines, loves comfort, hates dullness. She is in fact so much like a kid, you can see her expression change when things are not going according to her and the smiling coming back, when things do. Her head turns away from anything she doesn’t like much. She’s full of energy when she gets to smile, laugh and spread some and yet has none that’s expendable, to perform mundane tasks at home.
For some reason, the exciting never escapes her. She has a nose for it and it gets very perilous sometimes. The sudden clicks in her head can get so unnerving, she gets very difficult to cope with.
None of these are problems, mind you! She is a human being. She loves fun and is very open about it. She has a very unique mind that just doesn’t accept haze, for haze handicaps her. She hates confusions, loves frank and open discussions and if she gets her mind at some task, you can rest assured, it will be done.
She wants to do so much and is always on a prowl to do something unique. She’s brilliant at getting things done. She loves everyone and everything till they give her a reason for the otherwise.
I believe if I ask her what are your plans for later, she’ll reply –
“I want to continue with fashion. I want to indulge in social work. I want to start writing my book (that she plans to publish in 5 years). I want switch to a new house. I want to earn more. I want to move out of Delhi”.
If you eavesdrop on some of her client calls, all talks are big and about the ginormous steps towards the unthinkable. I’ve heard so many of her calls, and each one has one thing in common – she’ll always make sure that you are never at the losing end.
There are never intricate details at any moment. Nothing is planned to the last detail and that’s her achilles heel.
And this is where the quote in her mind comes from. She doesn’t know when and where to start working on her dreams and yet she knows they’re forever valid (which they are and will remain).
You don’t have to doubt yourselves sweetheart. Things will be alright. Trust me they will be because I’ll take care. 😉
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Daily Prompt – Generation XYZ
To understand a generation, we need to understand what generation means in the first place. A generation by a dictionary means –
“The average period, generally considered to be about thirty years, during which children are born and grow up, become adults, and begin to have children of their own“.
Welcome to our generation. Our generation that grew up hearing songs on CD players hung by our belts, grew up to carrying mp3 players and then iPods. Our generation that saw an internet boom, fought Y2k. Our generation that’s seen wars breaking states and countries into two. We probably witnessed the rise and spread of a technology revolution so big that it now has changed the lives for every living being on this planet. Things are now small enough to be held on the pore of our fingers which once couldn’t be held in hand bag.
We are the generation that believes that our future beckons to technology while we continue to value things that our parents taught us. We are the hybrids – the best of everything if we have our head in place and yet the worst of everything if we’ve lost it.
The generation that succeeds us, lets just say, gives up way too easily. They are weak hearted and weaker minded. They are affected more by movies and Facebook than their parents. Since I don’t have kids and I deride the next generation, ones that were born even a decade later, I’m going to talk about the generation that preceded us. We have tons to learn from them and yet tons to throw away what we learnt from them.
Our parents were strong for they believed more in human communication and touch. We learn senses. They weathered freedom struggles, wars of the worst kinds and yet survived to tell their tales. We learn toughness. They invented so much, we can’t help but wonder if we would still be the whiz-kids had they not laid the foundations. They invented bits and bytes. They invented memories. They gave the non-living, the brain to decide – yes or no. We can never waylay their contribution to the humanity.
My parents never failed to bring me in touch with that facet of their times. They taught me to see and think different. It’s a different side if I actually did it. But they tried their best. They cheered me up when I raised my first cricket bat. They were open-minded, for I was travelling alone in public buses responsibly taking care of my brother and his friend, when I was 8 years old. They taught me responsibility. Through the ups and downs of their lives, they taught me humility.
Crazy as I may sound now but our preceding generation tried teaching us society when they should have taught humanity. They taught us jealousy when it was competition we needed. They tried teaching us pride but all they really emanated was ego. We learnt to see the blackness in people first than embrace the truth of their deeds.
In this internet age, when the world is literally at our fingertips, we should try instilling hope, pride and humanity in our children than burn them early in their childhoods all the while suppressing their basic need for necessary freedom.
And I learnt this from my parents. Freedom if imparted carefully turns into responsibility much better than any other virtue.
Superheroes
You know what’s so special about superheroes and common man? A superhero wants to pretend as a common man while a common man wants to pretend as a superhero. The difference is between the need, the want and their aspirations. They are a case of dichotomy!
One is a superhero and needs to show himself as a man to gel better while the other is a common man but wants to be a superhero to look different.
We grew up watching and reading superheroes. As the childish innate desire grows to emulate them – their heroics, their generosity and their responsibility, the child grows too. Like all desires have their ceilings, this too has only two ways to go with age – either to get killed in the whirlwind demands of the world or come out, turn us into real superheroes of the world.
Some people choose roles that make them humans while others decide differently. While the former dissolve in the sea of normalcy, the others become the insoluble particles always visible. When we see them, we talk about them and decide whether they be acted upon. Whether they be left there untouched or be filtered out. We decide what to make out of them.
In this world where the different is what’s noticed, the value of the act in the eye of the observers decides if doers are really our superheroes. Since each act is scrutinized for we are too judgemental, we sometimes forget that in the end, they are humans too.
While this designation of superheroes may or may not necessary be happening at a worldly scale, it may be happening in our small little lives. This designation may or may not be happening at the doers expense too. It may have already happened in our subconscious without us even knowing about it.
But since most of us need a figure to look up to, we first choose them from among each other. Most often, they are dads, moms, grandmas, grandpas or a simple caretaker even. But they all exist and sometimes we fail to analyze and see these mere mortal men and women as humans. Vulnerable to the world and prone to mistakes themselves.
I pointed this out, because for some reason humanity is the last practical virtue we learn in our lives. By then we have already placed it below so many other crappy values that it becomes hard to find in the face of some simple human needs and desires.
While you may run in this world scathe free, your superheroes always have to watch out for their reputation in your eyes for your heart just can’t be broken. For this, some may even sacrifice their secret desires, their aspirations for the latter part of their lives when they have seen their children grow up, get married. The question for them will always remain – what do you need?
While the others may just break a few hearts and return to being humans and fulfil their own aspirations from their lives for their part in their small world is complete. They make their point clear to their world and tell them – we got to do what we got to do. The question for them is – am I done with my responsibility?
Both the sides live in this world harmoniously and yet when they do show their faces, both of them are right! Which side are you on?
Save Me – Miracle Cops
Maya had spoken but cops waited for a better contestable version. Her words weren’t enough for them to form a convincing story and so they waited while the doctors ascertained that Maya wasn’t raped. With her body reduced to a pulp, doctors had a hard time finding internal wounds and only machines using x-rays and ultrasounds could make any progress.
Amit meanwhile could only wait outside the door. The sparkling radiance on her face and the persistent saintly smile were awe-striking. He wondered why could she not just stand up and walk home. She still looked fresh except for the wounds on her swollen lips and a right blue eye. As tired as he was, he kept recalling the vision of Maya leaving the house that morning with him with his eyes closed abreast the broken turnstile. And once in a while he’d hear a crackling laugh, those innocent eyes, those soft hands, the feather-light touches and how she would always look so sexy.
A dream sequence that crashed with a tap on his right shoulder. He turned around to find Kumar, S.H.O. of Police of the area with a diary and a cellphone. “This ain’t gonna be good” – he snuffed.
“Is Maya your wife?” – Kumar asked. Amit nodded his confirmation.
“When did you last see her before hospital?” – Kumar kept noting the conversation occasionally looking up.
“What has that got to do with this situation?” – Amit bumped his volume.
“Doctors here are quite sure that this isn’t a rape case. If it’s molestation, even you are a suspect. Now answer my questions clearly.” – Kumar blew on Amits amped voice.
“We left home together and I dropped her at her office.” – Amit controlled himself.
“Was there any fight? Hows your married life?” – Kumar continued jotting his observations furiously.
“We’re very happy. No fights!” – Amit asserted.
“Do you have kids? – Kumar continued.
“Yes – two boys – Rahul and Sunny.” – Amit continued.
“Did you notice anything odd with her behavior recently?” – Kumar was unnerved.
“Like?” – Amit was curious now.
“Her sleeping pattern, her phone calls, her behavior with the children?” – Kumar was getting into the zone.
“Nothing. She is a lovely wife and an excellent mother.” – Amit wanted to get over with this fast. He wasn’t liking the line of questions.
“Do you have her phone? I would like to see her text messages and see whom had she been calling.” – Kumar got the police work going.
“I have it but why are you doubting her so much? She is the victim here!” – Amit wasn’t gonna let Kumar put Mayas reputation at stake.
“I am searching for a motive and the molesters.” – Kumar was now maintaining eye contact.
“What if I say that this was random and I don’t want this inquiry?” – Amit was stern.
“Nothing is random. There has to be a motive. Regarding the inquiry, it’s not for you to decide. An FIR has to be lodged and she will need to be transferred to a bigger hospital where tests will be done.” – Kumar calmly explained the ways.
Amit was having none of it though – “She hasn’t been raped and I don’t want to press any charges for molestation. I know it was random and you will find no motive.”
“Tell me something. Are you or aren’t you involved in this? You definitely sound like you are.” – Kumar got his flair talking.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I LOVE MY WIFE!” – Water had just risen past Amits head.
“Then why do you want to abandon this inquiry? We assure you that you or your familys reputation will suffer no harm. No names are used but we want to bring the culprits to justice and I think so should you! During the procedure, you may have to only pop into the police station twice or thrice and I assure you, you won’t be bothered.” – Kumar was perplexed.
“She wants to lead a peaceful life and we don’t want any disturbance. This is very disturbing already and only God knows what she has been through tonight. The cops in the hospital have already started prepping stories about her. If you want to control something, control their tongues. Whatever has happened tonight, she’ll want to forget it as soon as possible and you and your inquiry won’t let her forget it. I will not see my wife disturbed ever again and I take full responsibility for my decisions. My decision is – I don’t want an inquiry and so doesn’t she, so leave us alone.” – Amit had taken his stand and withered away from the conversation wanting an end to it.
Kumar understood this and said – “I’ll still need Mayas statement to make a report and am outside in my car. Let me know if you want to tell me something. And please give me her cellphone so I can get an unofficial inquiry done while I’m here.”
Amit didn’t realize the only mistake he was about to make and handed him the phone. Kumar trudged off.
Talking to Kumar had planted some doubts in Amits mind particularly about Kumar and his intentions but he’ll wait for Maya to narrate the story. He knew he couldn’t take chances. He was again looking into the room where Maya was housed. All he wanted was to somehow hug her tight and let her know he’ll be there for her forever and nothing could change his love for her.
He looked outside the window where Kumar was working furiously on Mayas phone with his right hand and was talking on his own with his left. He wondered what was Kumar up to. And where the hell is Gaurav?
MBTI Personality Types – ISTP
Right now even though my left ear is aching from holding the cellphone against it for so long, I’m relieved. And frankly I don’t have the slightest energy to blog for today but here’s something about the people I just talked to – My Parents.
If any of you ever gets to visit or see my parents, one thing that you’ll surely notice is, how beautifully they respond to intelligence. Mom, completely gives in to you. She becomes a fan of you and wants to hear you and understand from you. While my dad tries to indulge in as many intelligent discussions you may want to have with him. He has a say on every topic and he doesn’t care if he is right or wrong but a response is something he always has. Amazing! He will understand you and try to breakdown the discussion into pieces only to build it up later and give a clearer picture. Both of them are all ears and brains then.
We can learn from it. Not only should we hear more, but also try to understand to build our own perspective about it. It matters a lot – our perception.
In one of my earlier posts, I had told my audience that from unconfirmed sources like a few websites I had listed, that I was of INTJ personality type and how it was the second smallest population on this planet.
I stand corrected. I have now officially appeared for my MBTI test and I am from the ISTP group. Here’s an excerpt from the related MBTI website about us –
“Tolerant and flexible, quiet observers until a problem appears, then act quickly to find workable solutions. Analyze what makes things work and readily get through large amounts of data to isolate the core of practical problems. Interested in cause and effect, organize facts using logical principles, value efficiency.”
I’m too besotted to think beyond my bed.
I love You Ma and Papa! The credits come hither and thither but please remember that you are always there.
P.S. – I will never forget the excitement in your voice today Ma.
My Saviour
You know the moment you really want to cry, it’s filled up in your throat, when the brain thinks you’re gonna go completely deaf from the screams inside your heart and yet you can’t cry? Your lips tremble, your ears, nose and eyes are red but that single tear just doesn’t break out?
You know the best push then is the touch and even better, an embrace from someone whom you know truly loves you. You don’t have to look at anything. All you have to do is close your eyes, feel a touch and it all starts to pour out for you feel safe in the hands of someone you know can hold you when you just can’t trust anyone else to do it.
Thankfully, whenever I’ve been in this kind of soup, I’ve always had that someone. Thank you baby, for when I hear your voice, I know not everything is wrong around me.
You are my saviour. Just be there! 🙂
Thank You Dilberts!
I would like to thank all the Dilberts that I could post this year. I could prove my credibility and diligence to myself and now I won’t publish them anymore.
It’s time I take a firm step forward into writing professionally. No such opportunity shall be missed and I’ll give myself all possible chances to grow into writing better even if it means giving myself sleepless nights. Now is the time, I should challenge myself to do more and better.
For all this I kindly request all my fellow bloggers to help me grow into the right direction, the same way that all of you have helped till now. Please keep up your following and slap me if I ever go wrong.
Happy New Year and may all of you have a blessed year ahead! 😀
When the Devils Danced and Fairies Cried
2013 – An year of the unforgettables.
As it comes to an end and I try to reminisce the rights and the wrongs, the successes and failures, the joys and sorrows, the heartaches and some not, the pains and pleasures – I stand ready to be emptied and filled again, like clay ready to mold, like water waiting to be filled in a jar.
Its been that kind of year. I am so depressingly filled with negative feelings that I wish I can be recreated, from scratch – born again to live free and then die again with no regrets. They are bursting to come out. Right people need to know but how will it reflect upon me? Will I stand vindicated? My experience says – No.
So, forget? I Can’t. Tried that too many times and lost.
So, do what? Quit. I should seek my own space. But that once I’m done reminiscing this year.
The biggest event of this year for me was my siblings wedding, bringing a new member to our family, with cheers all around. He is all grown up now. Handles himself and his wife very astutely. Mom and Dad are mighty proud of him and so am I.
That being said, that has been the only happy event of the year. Rest has been intensely gloomy. The suffering that fate has unleashed upon my home has admonished us to think beyond the realm of possibility. We are broken from inside. She – more so. And yet my love for life stands so much more invigorated again, only the trigger remains unclear. I could start with a thousand things, but then there could be none too.
I turned 30 this year and life has become a parody of suffering, learning, rising, fighting and living. Lemme call this song “My Life”.
I don’t have a long time to live and I don’t wish to live long. I just want to have bombs of happiness dropped on me every 4 months or so to erase the pain inside or at least partly subside it.
Sachin “The God” Tendulkar retired – the second saddest event of the year. His farewell speech will always stay with me in my heart and the hearts of his billion other followers and so will his legacy. No cricketer can and will ever touch his greatness, his humility and passion for his game.
India finally now has had its hands on all the 3 ICC (International Cricket Council) Trophies – The Champions Trophy, The ICC World Cup and The ICC T20 World Cup – the only team to have done so till date. We are proud of you boys – keep going!
The people of Delhi finally came into their own this year with Aam Aadmi Party doing what no other party could do in the last 15 years of corruption – dislodge Congress. Too many scams, rising prices, rapes, molestations have finally forced people to look into a direction that aims to guide Delhi towards mending what has broken completely – trust on government. Lets hope things change quickly and for good and Delhi at least becomes a safe haven for women.
Emergence of Narendra Modi as the colossal giant is the single greatest challenge Congress will face with its reputation also taking a severe dent after the loss in the state elections this year.
I’m neutral but I want change. The Center requires someone who delivers on his promises without hurting peoples pockets. Prices are out of control. Living has become expensive and the way prices of the some of the most basic amenities spirals out of control is intolerable. Potatoes, tomatoes, onions, sugar. Rice, wheat get expensive with not enough storage to shelter the produce. Petrol price seems to have stabilized but I hope other energy products become cheap and available for public. I’m least happy with the situation for women in the nations capital. Nothing is being done to shelter the harmed and stop the harm itself.
Uttarakhand and Muzaffarnagar were two major incidents of the year that have led to massive life and property damages. Clearly no one can be blamed for the former, for it was the natures retaliation to damage that we inflict upon it. But the other, clashes between castes and the other sects of Indian society, should have been averted. Taking advantage of peoples sentiments towards their religion is the worst thing we can do and we do it without any qualms. In this particular case, people are still dying without even a clear reason for the clashes. Stop it!
Lets make this new year to change our mindset for the better. Lets be happy, love each other, live our lives to the full and learn to take responsibility for your actions. We are the people who drive this nation. Keep it clean. Recycle. Try and curb pollution. Lets make this nation even more beautiful.





