FAKE - Thy SELF

Who are we faking too? Our own selves. Really... What for, What good it be to anyone? Everyone seems to be turning into false prophets on the other end, claiming they know it all.

In this day and age its so easy to fake your identity online, that most of us have already be doing it in a small or bigger way. Our fake selves will kill us all. We always find a way of faking ourselves out. In other words, we can convince ourselves that we’re doing more than we actually are. 

The popular notion of “fake it ‘til you make it”? It almost seems like a paradox, two conflicting ideas that cannot co-exist, yet I have come to understand they go hand-in-hand.Without going too deep and philosophical, it could be argued that humanity is universally and inherently “faking it until they make it” – in a constant state of change, living and learning, constantly striving to survive or improve in some way or another. This is occurring on an unrelated wavelength from “being yourself”, which becomes moot point, because the essence of what separates one individual identity from another never changes – the unique genetic makeup and hardwired personality. The self is always coming through, as long as you give it the best chance to come through, to the best of your current ability and potential – whether it be socially, relationships, work, recreation or any other areas in life that are most important to you, at any given time.

There is a set of lonesome saddest of saddest of people, who live in there own world in solitude & there are those self obsessed ones, trying to seek attention in ways - with no love around in there lives. Clinging on the fake lured ecstasy's of life - filling up all the blank spaces somewhere sometimes, despite of all the odds of living with & killing it over on virtual  dilemmas over social networking, they tend to suffice with self pity(not showing it to no one), reluctantly not agreeing to it to be true & of any potential. Beside being secretive to themselves to the core, yet strangely, not wanting to come out of there surreal set of assumed presumptions they strive to live on being unsocial in reality. They wont come out of this virtual in an attempt to see the light of virtuousness beyond there self explanatory gist's of there judgmental morals, falseness & superficial cravings.They are afraid to make friends, trust and show affection, increasingly slowing down on to there endeavors if any in there attempts to find & dwell into the differentiation of real and fake, for they feel they are better off alone in the four walled world that they live in. With limitations and self sufficient ceremonial descendants, that they call there own, cheering up to the fake world and asking for attention & not letting there real self come out. 

For there emotions might be real somewhere although disillusioned to themselves and thy world they restrictively flee away from and choose to be with the presumed human traits of there near by surroundings, where they find artificial thy few they assume to be real. For all the fruitful endeavors that only last as long as thy selfish need & urge longing is fulfilled. Sometimes its one of the many of the things that takes a back seat & the so called reasoning and logic permits and restricts ones own very soul, mind and body to please oneself and to others in attempts obligatory or with no obligations whatsoever at all. 

For lost is thy age and maturity of the ones emotional misunderstanding of convenience they revolve around, unresolved & laid - lying. They often see this pressure being builds up and often end up into an outburst.They in there viciousness of that ever existed & future that they seldom find not overwhelming coming to there rescue, ending up realizing later what was was was, and what is is is and what shall be shall be!.

Not difficult to find millions of the social addict lonesome souls, that differ from one to another, with similar common habitual tendency, nocturnal to self fed foolish online blabbering sorts finding peace with lengthy paragraphs of conversations that would just about suffice them to crave for there very own set of cravings through a chat or two that for them shall be a victorious effort to have achieved something out of nothing, nevertheless leading to nothingness in reality & being afar from significance out of as much of virtual & fake thyself. You will see them online most of the time, very few would understand and agree with the fact, (deep down inside) for why they are there, and for half of the other lot shall deny the factual understanding of acknowledging self to be morons who seem not very sought-fully thoughtful. Loner's irrespective of caste, creed, color, orientation sitting in the wilderness trying to achieve there possible goals to an extent in there hysterical fondness towards a unrealistic unkempt life, hampering there own growth - making them all the more unsocial.

When it comes to those generations young enough or old, to have grown up in a social media–saturated world, the signs are particularly grim.

Social media, of course, hasn’t magically turned us into narcissists. These days, when we spend as much time on social media as we do interacting face to face, this is what we are told fun is: capturing and ‘sharing’ ourselves doing apparently fun things. Witness the ads on television, with their shiny young things and upbeat indie pop, their magic hour vibes and aspirational heft, the shiny young things taking pictures of themselves and poring over them in a way that says These precious moments will last forever, now that we have captured them. Go to any fun park or low-rent tourist dive, where, activity done, you’ll be sold photos of yourself participating in said activity, as if these are the point. Or view the ‘fun’ hashtag feed on Instagram, which is actually 70 million + photos of people pouting into the phones on their cameras, and very little else. Such pre-occupation with ourselves cannot be healthy. 

Beyond this, though, I think we need to start talking, frankly and openly, about the epidemic of self-obsession in our midst. What’s enabling it? How are we participating in it? And what’s it doing to us, to our thinking and desiring and experiencing? What murky parts of ourselves do our online selves sublimate or bring out or make worse? Could it be that the current spate of exhibitionism is just the self-serving voice in all of us, writ large?

Thou shall not fake thyself out, Yay or Nay? - Anonymous

Unkempt STUFF- It Happens

All that stuff - which was restlessly neglected & unkempt, stood there piled up...like a junk, loathing to decades of its misery, wanting to flee away to a much awaited junket or two. It looked as if it pleaded to be heard, to be pampered & patted in anticipation that it wont be left alone 'all by itself' to rot & die. 
"I hope that I would rather shape-up or ship-out & don't make a mess"

I have always beg to differ from these seldom interpreted versions of phenomenons of life & death & I would unquote all the quoted & decipher through & through the wisdomous contexts pertaining & referring to 'as a whole', taking my experiences as flawless examples. In the process while coming face-to-face & toe-to-toe with the reasoning of self realization. My life is an example of what good & bad encompasses & I am no more willingly keen to wait for 'to learn & witness any greater good or worst' - My soul has been already abducted by this body & something inside-out tell me 'I am through with this life'. 

When you tend to start talking more about the journeys of life, your experiences, mistakes, achievements, goals & discussing about how this growth eventually lead you to, from where you started in the beginning and how things for now have turned out for you. How taken for guaranteed the situation & people became and how well knitted & framed the family stood and vice-versa & how your perceptions evolved around those people you once called friends or family that had been nothing more then a presumptuous irony deceiving unexpectedly, revolving into circles, with no static resolute. These strangely unfamiliar assumptions based on familiar experiences in past try to convince you to listen to your intuitions, while everything else seems to be troubling you, misleading you to limitations of there own

A learned & an understanding one always tries to suffice itself to a platform that pertains to a mindful of lateral thinking that might just give you indications on to how it was done & how apt & feasible it would be to adopt & adapt to the wholeness completely.

For all that's long back said & done away with, shall harness no fruitfulness furthermore - In beliefs of  these self sufficed peculiarities, we have become tamed to our own (master-slave games). We've stopped taking people seriously as much have they stopped taking us back & the only. When life itself has no guarantees, the only thing that guarantees you things in abundance is your own freedom that by no means should get hampered by shadows of superficial idiocy & would keep you earnestly heartfelt.

We all at the end come down to mere reality of what, who & how we are & we need no miraculous attempts to be judged & perceived by others. Once the masks are gone, we stand concretely grounded in existence truly of what we really are to ourselves & others.

If at all things have to end this way, why is there a need to initiate them at all?
यदि सभी चीजों को इस तरह से समाप्त करना है, तो उन्हें, शुरू करने की आवश्यकता क्यों है?

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good & I am trying to be more receptive, perceptive and altruistic.” - Anonymous

TALK on the PHONE

If you’re a tree frog or an ovenbird in mating season and you happen to live in a habitat that lies within 3,500 feet of a road, bummer for you. Not only are you more likely to collide with an SUV, but you’re going to have a harder time finding a mate.

Research suggests that human-generated noises also mess with nesting behavior, predator-prey dynamics, and sleep patterns. In other words, wildlife gets stressed out by noise & so do we, it turns out - the world is getting louder. Scientists define “noise” as unwanted sound, and the level of background din from human activities has been doubling roughly every three decades, beating population growth. Road traffic has tripled & planes are even audible overhead 70 percent of the time. And while that’s obviously a nuisance for animals and visitors seeking a restorative experience, this growing anthropophony (a fancy word for the human soundscape) is also contributing to stress-related diseases and early death, especially in and around cities.

But the physical responses that helped save our asses from predators back on the veldt (and still might prove useful at a busy intersection) have obvious downsides in the middle of a telephonic conversation or while you’re trying to get some sleep. On the flip side, positive sounds like chill music, pleasing birdsong, and the voices of loved ones stimulate the brain’s emotional centers, bringing feelings of joy, calm, and well-being.

Is Your Noisy Neighborhood Slowly Killing You?

“Those noises are violating your experience. It’s half as stressful as doing the speech task. Those aren’t trivial effects.”

It all adds up to a dagger twice thrust: Not only does background noise interfere with our much-needed ability to recuperate, but in the places where we live and play, we have increasingly fewer havens from the onslaught.

Amidst those crowded streets, folks around, television sets playing idiotic soap operas & music from nowhere to a group of peeping talking loudly in thee discussion of nothing that important specially on there speakerphone having to come out on the roads to eventually talking there highest of pitches to make things audible, since they wont find network that easily available inside there four walled privacy.

With a noise here, and a noise there, when from nowhere your phone rings & you get all stressed & strangled trying to understand every bit of a conversation in between the call dropping and no network coverage to everything else that would be more audible then the actual conversation. I would end up hearing almost anything to everything but not the person who I was talking to.- in between those sudden gaps, trying to make out what was reciprocated and understand what was said - takes a while to actually make the conversation going. It was pestering & erratic to lower down all the audible musings and get hold of your muse on the phone do all the talking while you tried even harder to talk back with no avail as your voice would not get through and it's somewhere at the other end or in here that I would be blaming the whole noisy tantrums that followed specially while you had to talk over the phone.

How do I intend to understand what thy said, did the other person on the other side understood what I was saying? - for I assure you, I make it a point to switch off my fans & water coolers or music & TV sets to a pin drop silence before I would have to talk - secluding myself to a much lonely of sorts of unsorted environment that abruptly had no more noises from my end, & would often ask the other person to find solitude under complete silence - while we 'walked the talk'.

Even the telephone bill shines brighter day by day & I sit and think, what good of a discussion in a conversation it be, when there was no actual talking - for all the while in assumptions of half of it gone above head & as much hard you tried purposely of not letting its significance dither way - you end up to this death of a much joyous talk that it could probably have been (an overwhelming one - sufficing to ones core) - but all in vein ending up to this ranting nuisance. everything i hear seems to be going everywhere or somewhere, other then my ear & then it settles down in bits & pieces trying to recollect. Not everything was being heard what was being told & everything was being told, that could probably be not heard. And as soon as the conversation over the phone ended, there was this silence around & as much willing I was to call back but wouldn't dare, since I was afraid that it would be to no avail since the noisy ghosts would trouble us again and nothing would be audible at all. 

Though it was as much beautiful to say silent, & hear the world talk, and do all the talking. You could hear the whispers & over polluting noises. You would just want to shut yourself up & let the world do talking while you befriended silence in your keen endeavor to practice & preach no useless blabbering over the phone, while you could text everything & convey what you wanted to. So now, I make sure that I end up writing lengthy paragraphs of what is to be told, and in reciprocation gets equal amounts of texts in revert doing the actual talking, over these communicative measures that we often have been trying to find solace to and that just about suffices it all mostly. But then, at times you have to take a call & as much you would want to say, you were wanting to be heard.

Sometimes you go blank, really mesmerized by someones talks or texts & glad that you had this talking & at times, you say - what a pity, I would not have had taken this call at all. A time well spent over a good conversation in ones curiosity to figure out & share things becomes a concern & a part of your daily chore rituals & a simple text, if not lengthy paragraphs promise you that there was this constructive conversation that was parallel in approach & by all means you would not to have it ever ended. if only people knew the art of ways in which we could communicate, there would completely be no necessity of us being a part of this whole noisy talking experience. 

I am glad to have invented ways to talk, without even talking.

I would often request a person on the other side to come in a more peaceful environment, away from all the other noises & then talk to me. - Anonymous