“What ho!" I said.
"What ho!" said Motty.
"What ho! What ho!"
"What ho! What ho! What ho!"
After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversation.”
―
Try to say more than a cryptic "hi"
I am a person of a very sound mind, & if you think I am weird, when I ask you stupid questions, that are actually my way of building a conversation blocks by blocks that are going to be quite interesting leading to a wonderful outcome - you might have either already fallen in love with me or you might have died several times under the guilt of yourself being a moron by the time we ended the conversation or somewhere in between...You still there?
I hate small talk. I wanna talk about atoms, death, silence, aliens. sex, magic, intellect, the meaning of life, far away galaxies, the lies we've told, our flaws, our favorite scents, our childhood, what keeps us up at night, our insecurity & fears, I like people with depth, who speak with emotion from a twisted mind. I don't want to know "what's up".
Passion emerges when your essence expresses itself. How do you stop yourself from fully expressing who you are? - John Robson
Hardly are people who would be in totality curious to know how you were, if at all everything was fine with you, what u ate - who cooked and what was cooking? when did you slept & when you woke, What do you did for living, & how you passed your time. The other set of people would be curious in knowing whether you had a girlfriend or a boyfriend & when was the last time you had sex & with whom? What u liked on bed.
It just finds it's way to this sorted unsorted sorts of strange questions that come from a strange mind strangely, trying to invade your privacy in ways to understand how well organized or disorganized you were & they would start relating everything onto themselves realizing whether they were less or more sane-insane sorted kinds.
They all start in the same way & end it in the same way. If we at all learned the art of inventing more ways to start a conversation & ending it, we could have tiny intellectual small talks or enormously lengthy set of topics that could be a part of our discussion that could eventually lead us to a never ending intimacy with words, that could speed up the process of knowings & findings, strengthening our ability to relate, realize & be friends with the person on the other side in not so complex fits of unparalleled wanderings that made our juices dried up somewhere in between.
For as they say way to thy heart is from stomach - I rather presume it to be willingly true, shall take thy to a newer perspective of dimensional interactive sessions, where no matter how good a cook you are, or don't no a thing about cooking, you shall always lure being a good host when it came to this task of cooking stories, that could be appreciated & were reciprocated over responsive means in more then the usual ordinary ways. As your conversations grow, you learn about wider perspectives by & large, rather just sticking on to thy one or few - which seldom abides by rule books that loosen its adaptability & limits you to boundaries ,which are less familiar. I would say, way to a mans/women's heart is through
a good conversation.
Yes, the whole take on this, depends on person to person, but nevertheless who are we to discriminate or differentiate. The more friendly this so called relationship between you & me might become if there was this verbal sharing & if at all there was no conversation it would die that very instant & despite the fact, how calorie conscious you were, you would seem to be luring to a whole set of perfectly arranged, freshly served & limitless taste-bud buffets, that would do all the talking quenching & sufficing you to the core or forever leave you hungry for a life span(another life).
Discussing about how did your day passed & whats the plan for the coming one. How are you placed today, when are we meeting, What all did you got yourself busy with and what all is inside your head that makes you go worrying about. There are these little great things that tell you how worthy and of importance was it to share & lend a ear, how alarming & warm some suggestions & advice would make you believe in things you were ignorant to. Loitering around with mood swing camouflage, struggling to uneasy fear of having kept things to your own self & coming to your rescue this calmness after letting it out...eventually finding peace with yourself soon or later.
No matter how far & distanced we were, our conversations could meet at regular intervals & we could still hang up with each other by means and ways. We could be as close as anything & still fall apart restricting ourselves by limiting our chances of opening up to our doubts & notions.
"It was good to know you & likewise, the pleasure was mutual"
How is the weather today on the other side? What movie did you saw last? Is my grass greener then yours?
"You got to keep your stomach full & you got to keep your conversations healthier"
We could meet up for a drink one fine day, at least once, or once in a blue moon if that ever happened. "Cheers - Lets raise a toast" - Anonymous
No comments:
Post a Comment