Virtual Pony

“You seem to be feeding your own self on the internet. - For you its a "cherry on the top.” Are you feeding upon the internet or is the internet feeding upon you?” 

Your basic info, and couple of pictures just about seem fine, for a post, but don't tell me you don't have better things to click and post or you are ignorant enough to figure out ways to be more expressive, when clicking pictures or communicate in words. 

No one is interested or bothered in reality about how  artificially glorified, emotionally condensed or mentally perturbed your status or status updates be. 

It’s okay to be in love with yourself or being fond of yourself, something or someone, or completely being self obsessed, but that doesn't mean you’ll keep bombarding such irritants every time. These self obsessed pricks who are so blown away by their selfie expedition & you’d see there minute by minute updates & the ones posting pictures of there petted ones. It's just that, it gets little irritating when you would rather visit a profile & all you would see is ‘raining cats & dogs.’ The worse part was about getting notifications about everything else other then you. Well a picture of you and your petted one is fine, but we don't need a slide show presentation of your pet being bathed or mated. You posting pictures about your lavish party's, tours, exquisite food, luxurious shopping must be pitying over those poor, jealous, deprived, less traveled or less fed souls, who sit on the domain of the virtual circumference and hit likes and pour in awestruck comments. ‘Grass is not greener on the other side’ agreed. I ain't going to sit there and grumble & envy you anymore, looking at those updates, hitting a like and posting a saucy comment, getting you on to your attention seeking roller coaster ride in viciousness, while consoling myself... damn!

Who the hell is interested to know about you family hierarchy. Seriously it feels like a attention seeking voluntary effort. Your childhood pictures are priceless and so are those memories. But what anyone has to do with your memories or your parental forecasts - alive or dead (may the rest in peace) but it was completely unnecessary to post a piece in fond remembrance. 
We all love our families, having said that, I assume there would be most of us, who would not even have their family members acquainted on social networking. PDA (Public Displays of Affection) over the internet was so passe.  

I would be least interested to know who you follow or who you are being followed by or to see a comic strip running down and up your time-line from the time you were born. The ones in your friend list would make it a well pampered effort, not to miss-out or forget to post an awestruck comment or hit a like or two, no matter how absolutely irrelevant or rubbish it would be.

I understand it to the core, for this is the way you want it to be - probably having nothing to do in life, this seems to be an easy thing & only way out effortlessly, keeping yourself engaged.

I am least interested in your forwarded & shared posts about religion or spirituality - I would rather be interested to know if you were self-awakened or well-enlightened enough? Don't we have God living in our hearts anymore? that we have to virtually go about looking for blessings & to get subscribed to the daily updates & notifications about these spiritual pages. I would gift you a religious calendar if you wanted one or best you could do is to have a wallpaper on your phone or desktop. Since when & why have we become so small, so racist? We don't need to publicize our faith by such means. Your fondness over internet has nothing to do with how pious or spiritually religious you are - it is going to make no significant change either. Its just a page. Why don't we sit and struggle to find God in or around us, why we have to console ourselves by virtual means, trying to prove something.

Spending vulnerable sluggish hours over the internet hitting friend requests or wishing happy birthdays is all that you do? I for once, wanted to install this automatic birthday wish application if at all it existed, but then I found it to be rather annoying. While it is good to have an internet reminding you of birthdays, what good it is to wait for a simple thank you revert for your wishes conveyed?, That would or would not. It’s all about acknowledgment you see - I get it now.

There are a few who act apt & precise about there habitual gestures of posting, sharing sober antics - coming out of there experienced journey called life whereas the rest of them are just those who literally seem to be nowhere close to real or even a virtual visibility. I appreciate the ones, who stand by - in a respectful way and learn and share intricacies of there life - taking pains to appreciate, acknowledge, revert, criticize, accept or deny - settling down amicably without any speech of hatred, without there self esteem being affected & there would be others who would get offended. 

"Too much of everything is bad, I hope you know that. This virtual-stickiness sickens." 

Don't get me wrong I am not taking out my frustrated dilemmas on to anyone at all, I am just using my "right to speak and express gesture" & by no ways I am being mean, "its just that people need to be shown mirror," I am through with this irritant (virtual nuisance on the internet). I & need to utilize whatsoever time I have at my disposal for better things.

For God-sake please stop it.

"ABRACADABRA" - Nope! You are still a Pony.

“Life is Like Sanskrit Read to a Virtual Pony”

I often wondered how not very difficult would it be for people to find things to communicate about & how easy it seems when they upload, share or forward a picture or two. Effortless In there approach to even try filling in those blank spaces with more lines then just a two word phrase, it gets even more difficult convincing them to get convinced of getting use to the convenience of reasonable social networking.

“When old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart - Honor grows from qualms. It is the beginning of moral consciousness."

Social Networking used to be more on the communication terms and less on the pictorial front, which now has turned more of a visual delight, leaving absolutely little or no scope for conversations.

I have always liked witty conversations with no or reasonable amount of unavoidable pitfalls (spelling mistakes or bad grammar) which make sense. 

I am open to all the possibilities of words (vocabulary of wisdom) absolutely coming from just about anyone or everyone. May it be urban-turban, layman, geek or a freak, but I hate it when I see it being robbed, molested & raped, drained & dumped. I am not a perfectionist myself either, I am in the process of learning & choosing qualitative over quantitative forms. I am thoroughly addicted to what is being dictated well. I make sure to keep beside me these dictionaries of languages which seldom come in handy to a linguistic rescue of translations, so that, I wont have to isolate myself to no or minimal of understandings at all & I would try to put in all the effort to reciprocate likewise. 

I can certainly walk and talk my way out with few languages. Every language is as much beautiful as any other in its own way, you just need to learn to express or admire. While it's a human tendency to mash-up(mix & match) things all together, a certain amount of playfulness could be acceptable at times & could sound interesting, but being completely blindfolded & relying on to self invented lingo being regenerated could probably kill it & get confusing.

Someone the other day, virtually asked me, Could you teach me English? To which I replied...Why don't you befriend internet as your wisest of teacher & a guide? With all the time at your disposal, you could sit down & literate yourself in abundance, you didn't needed anyone else to teach you anything in a miraculous way. That is, If at all you could find more relevant things to do over the internet (utilizing in a variety of applications, software's and sites that come in handy) other then the irrelevant ones (watching porn, downloading stuff, social networking venting over, spending time on dating sites to hook up for sex) could guide you in many ways then you probably thought & you don't even need to bargain a great deal. Sigh.

Why don't you teach the virtual pony to learn something new? You are your own pet & you want to get pampered & that is the reason you probably are socializing a network. You are way too lonely & free - with way to much virtual time at your disposal then real - being clueless.

When even the half of the world is yet undiscovered in real, we adapt ourselves to this unknown virtual world of sorts surrounding strangely to a few friendly or unfriendly faceless ones, with a little or absolutely no clue at all. Everyone to everything has come down on to the internet, I guess our privacy has run half way down to nothingness in real. A handful of smiley's, likes, emoticons & comments is all, that seems to convince everyone else that they are mistakenly being admired or acknowledged. We keep finding ways to be socially or virtually accepted and we go into extremes. The human perception & psychology seems to be all so jumbled up. Weird at times, the virtual nostalgic realms of peculiar enigmas in its somewhat existence seems to bother everyone then the real life stigmas. thus depriving & refraining human behaviorism to be understood in totality.

I am so fed up! with these pages being advertised maliciously way to much. No one really is going to get benefitted from more & more of these piled up nuances that will have infinity number of hits, likes & comments following a never ending linguistic blabbering. 

Though these animated gif cartoons & memes are fun - agreed, but no way I would want to see it every time popping up, with no real conversations happening. 

It was about time, we started implying to all those quotations we shared. No one is in a mood to read those posted sentiments quoted. 

Is it not enough. in simple ways to be simple, and still enjoy the pompous pampered serenity of petite little things. 

Make clever simple, & simple clever! - Knowing is not enough, We must comply! - Anonymous

Hebdomad - 7 Stories,Part(1)

 
A five minute walk (to and fro) to this Beetle Vendor for my pack of cigarettes, I had these nostalgic memories of things - memorizing over what a weekend it had been. 7 things that kept me busy for all these 7 days.

1.This White-Balloon (filled with gas) that came last night in its full glory, stood there, until now, though reduced in size, still strolling around my balcony walk-through. Storm along thee also brought in few bucketed particles of dust and everything else that came along with it. from everywhere to nowhere.
“Please hold my hand for every balloon needs a string to stay grounded.” - Wald Wassermann

The wee-hours had me listening to some music & downloading few, surfing the net (actually doing no internet, it seemed as if Internet was doing me). The electricity went out for few hours, and network connectivity was lost and i was stuck in the wee hours of a dark starry sky climaxed into the day sunlight. Meanwhile I decided to do some cleaning & sorting & took a bath.Trying to adjust my audio auxiliary cable that did not seem to work now but to no avail. I decided I shall wait for the electricity to come and meanwhile meditate a little & spend time roaming around the  corridor & balcony with my earphones plugged in to my smartphone, hopefully looking at the sky, wishing these disguised/concealed black clouds brought some good rain - in anticipation. Sun seemed to have been already risen, peeping out its warm hues & it was later, this shower of rain,that had eventually come to my rescue as a short time visitor in a peculiar way. I stood there looking through the glass, cleaning the layered mud & spider webs that had nestled up onto this framed window with a scrub on to thee glass.that now seem to have a clear-vision through & through. "This Rain" came to my rescue - calming up the situational hazards of panic attacks and fleeing away the sleepy-souls, like a magical mischief  which had brought a smile on my face & lightened me up. Filling in me the enthusiasm while i struggled between the chaotic chores of this and that & have managed to survived. 

2. "Water-Melon" after a real long time, delivered via online shopping, was absolutely worth the effort and mess, cutting & slicing it all down & then sliding it down the throat with the seeds & then spitting them away in a bowl (as i was told, the seeds could be reused) How 'felicitously - fruitful' it made my summery noon melony.

“I love watermelon!
Chomp! Chomp! Chomp!” - Greg Pizzoli, The Watermelon Seed

3."Hair-Cut" was the next thing on the agenda for a late evening task, After having done away with eating &  drinking, quenching my hunger & thirst, I stood there in the washroom, looking at the mirror, shedding down thy clothes with a scissor & comb & a trimmer in hand addressing thy hair-cut experimentation, after getting completely fed up with the whole bunch of hairdo that somehow bothered me, & eventually deciding to chop it all was one keen. Picking up the hair fallen everywhere & through with the cleaning part & a quick bath & back to my pavilion of other love handles; my laptop & my phone.

Chop! Chop! Chop!...I am done.

4. "Water Cooler" was not a easy task to handle, but I was on a tailor made fittings spree. Fitted & Filtered the Cooler with the home made pad, rescuing me from a horrid umbrage, solving and resolving the temporary solution to the heat. (this guy, would not come and change my pads service the cooler, when ever i call him up, and they charge for nothing). 

In between the ongoing multifarious activities,having shopped online and delivered stuff to quench this heat. luckily my fridge has a whole lot of mouth watering and thirst annihilating, that could keep me busy most of the day. I am just a easy going person, petite, easy things suffice me, and I end up bargaining myself to whole lot of easy deals that come in handy and are practically decent. from enough sunlight to charge my solar panels, most of the day, to a minimalist me, spending my time on the water cooler, from pads to filling up the water tank, and then cleaning the floor. I had a miraculous non-stop 14 hour sleep for the first time this summer, pampered by the wet drizzled damp wind throw hitting on to my face. though I have a habit to get up and get myself drenched in water, as soon as i feel all heated up. i tell you there is nothing more pleasing to get things work yourself, and make yourself worked up in the process. with few more months to go, I am still on a thought to call the service guy and get my air-conditioner serviced, for it has been 3 years or so, have got myself away form that habituated addicted deliriously-desirous addiction, but yet at times, you feel so miserable when the heat does not let you sleep and keeps you all tired and lazy, with headaches often that bring this hue n cry. I am keeping with the patience still, and not letting it bother me.

5. A Chat over whats-app with my cousin sister, remembering the good old days, and how one enjoyed visiting "नानी का घर"(maternal grandparents home) & of other old fond memories of time spend with the dearly loved departed and the content talking and sharing about ones who mattered the most. Emotions never die, love remains the same, people change, people come & they leave.

6..Cleaning the Fridge in summers - eating & drinking all that you see, and happily say 'I cleaned everything'. From mouthwatering ice-creams to sweet yogurts, chocolates, crushers ,flavored milks & sweet lassi (लस्सी)*curd mixed with water, adding sugar to it' & ounces of milk, meetha paan (मीठा पान) "sweet flavored betel leaf" along with everything, that I might missing right now. In summers the refrigerator is like the best air-conditioner with a door(window/split) that seldom quenches your heat inside-out, treating you as the best host, in the best possible way. - now who wants to close that door". Reminds me of' when I was a kid' ,mom use to say "don't stand & stare, take what you want at once, & close the door immediately. - and I still have a habit of opening it up, and gulping down things & staring at the interiors to figure out what might be of use & what needs to be done away with. I did mention cold coffee, I didn't, okay...well cold coffee has been a part of my routine no matter what season follows, its like a weather friendly drink that suffices me everyday & the day I don't have it, something seems to be missing. I have grown more closer to my refrigerator than anything else in my house, and looking at it while I open & close it, with a magic bulb that lightens up & shuts off itself is quite a magical invention. Well I wait for electricity to go at times, so I could get a good time cleaning & sorting thee.

7. After burning one fourth of the Match Box, to no avail, being more stubborn to "light my fire" in the squared copper container, that had all the daily ritual left overs of a week or so, after my daily chores of prayers - that needed to be burned in order to smoke away the evil & purify the house. "I scolded the match-stick", which wont catch fire, saying 'hey you! listen, you off-white little thing "don't test my patience anymore, I've bought you to do the needful & if you behave like this I am going to burn you black little sorry ass on fire & into ashes & curse you never to catch fire". it's my house, my wish, I burn you  or the whole house down, with or without me in it to a complete black-out & no one coming to rescue with water barrels - So it would be better if you behaved & absolutely without no reason, poke in any of your ideas of messing-up with me...& hola it worked.

Those Wind Chimes, hung up high on the neighbors house, opposite my house, makes me feel high. They keep silent most of them time, only sing when the winds blow by - sigh! - Anonymous

Faded in my own Glory

An illusionist inventing what was unknown to the world - It was merely my existence that lost its worth.

I might have been fake and secretive at times, only to understand the world around. I might have been strange to things that were not my world, I might have been presumptuous and assumptions, to figure how it was perceived. Piled underneath my comfortable illusion of anxious curiosities,submissive & headstrong at the same time to my emotional, mental and physical aspirations & well being - trying to rationalize momentously my urges that were in the process to be unleashed. I could hide and let it all be undercover, but then If I had to reason & socialize in actuality or chose to be indifferent & sit being only friends with my plight - I couldn't just go about doing it all by myself until & unless I learned the art of confronting my true being.

World is so big, and they all pass by, Things and people - they all come in closet, until they are out, they are thought provoking to an extent & have there own merits & demerits.

I would sit tightly secure to my inner grief, to my wise intellect and memories & would raise the volume to the loudest of pitch & dwell deeper into the perspectives of right & wrong chores. I often thought if at all there could be a world out there, listening to my roars - whatever I had to shout about & share. Instilled within me - there was a humane /inhumane self, for a reason or no agenda absolutely if at all, I was born with - to place myself & my thoughts on the shelves trying to decorate & exhibit my stigmas, until I was being accepted, appreciated & taken care of (heard out eventually).

I had a good company when I had parrots caged & hung in the corridors & of my home, as if I had a toy, all by myself for my entertainment. I still remember my 'dad', how excited he felt, while bringing me into a conversation with his friends and relatives, provoking me to tell them, how I let that parrot flew out with its head turned, left and right, confirming if the door of the cage was really open, taking little baby steps & then eventually fly away - out of sight into the blue open sky and how humorous it was for my mom to tell the story about the cockroach, that once was upside down, and I brought her out saying look; 'mama' the cockroach was exercising when I was a little child.

Many miraculous & horrid events have had happened from then to now, if and only I could sit & write every single incident, collating it down into a collateral gist of a thing called life to brag or rant about.

Growing old, was quite indifferent - it was normal though, but then life was much more simpler in those good old days. there was absolutely no annoyance & worrying & now all the troublesome trails would follow in shadows, that haunted now & then. Grass is not greener everywhere or on either side, as it would look to be, but then you have your choicest of flora to water on the little petite seedy weeds - friends in need. I was hampered and pampered by nuances throughout the daily chores of life & absolutely no one could come to my rescue. Wish I had a normal life, wherein I would have been less tortured & my existence would surround no more troublesome walls that I tried mending from time to time to survive.

Peculiar all wisdom is, when it is of no avail leading my intellect to crumble on a lifeless trail. Spirituality came as a blessing in disguise giving my adulterated soul a little sanity

Everything else seem to have lost its charm and glory, when I see I even don't have a story.

Now I am getting older & I am in my ending thirties, but the child in me still grows - goes about dreaming & hoping - hopping to the exciting things that add a little love & light to a dull life.

Jokes apart, on a serious note" I have to rush. my coffee, in the kettle might just be jumping, pouring out, with nothing much left for me to drink - I completely forgot to switch it off". - Anonymous

A Lifeless Plundered Blunder

We often end up in strange places, among strange people and strange things do happen strangely. No matter how estrange they seem to be. All the plundering & blundering that we see happening inside-out or around, either confessing to have committed some or being enslaved to a few, victimized irrespective of the odds.

‘Hey, not everything is a story, okay? You think everyone is damaged because you're damaged. Matter of fact, you love damage so much. you made it your full time job and it turned you ugly’. You are so damaged within, that you try to damage everything or everyone that you come across. You’ve given people chances  of ruining yourself knowingly or unknowingly. You’ve turned so ugly, that you find everyone & everything ugly. You end up plundering & ruining happiness of others, which is the ugliest truth.

Do we actually love committing blunders or are we accustomed in our approach & prone to these mere transitory offensive exchanges - unknowingly or intuitively perceivable needful of urges - a requirement(advancement of advantage) for our materialistic comfort or self gain, being confronted with for a short spin or for a longer run, leaving us to disadvantages of all sorts at the end.

Sometimes, things happen on there own, and we have absolutely no control over them. But what about the ones, we could control? We all run around all our lives(going hay way), having these conditions and expectations(astray), that are least unconditional or unexpected. We are in a mad rush to fill up those necessary spaces and hollowness in order to propagate or breathe (exist and live). Every action has a reaction - There is always something for someone, substituting & complimenting until there is nothing left to the nothingness of sorts.

The only problem with us is our own selves, we are so stuck & inclined onto accumulating, bulking, sulking & exchanging random deals(part & parcel), feeding our deepest of urges in order to satisfy our never quenching hunger (pandora of boxes). We love surprises, yet we are afraid of taking risks. At times, often afraid of the risks involved, we still try taking in a risk, but eventually the human nature does not admire the end-result outcomes(unexpected)- slow & steady in bits & pieces.

We are all out of unconditional approach? Don't we love our parents, siblings, other relations and God, no matter what. Do we barter a deal out of these relatively blood relationships or seek to confront with them, for just the sake of it. We see no God, but still love him, maybe because we are afraid of him, and we are made to believe in him or everything else blindly. Things still could go wrong, but what about the righteous deeds? Why can't we settle down with things we could see and hear. Do we end up pampering every single dog we meet on the street, do we feed them with water or food, spend time playing with them. pamper a plant, or talk to birds? (Did you knew, talking and singing to a plant could make it grow even faster) Ever watched the playfulness of squirrels or the strength and determination of the petite marching ants those crawl carrying food, building houses, spiders webbing, birds nesting. Do you listen to the sounds they make? Do we even listen to our own selves? Eventually at the end of the day, we come back to our own very self.

World is full of all sorts of anonymously strange thing called people. Everyone is demarcated, distinguished & indifferent on moral traits or characteristic assemblage. There is this self esteemed agenda of set principles, to uncover and unleash thy self centered inclinations of need, in greed. Our world can be peculiarly secluded or be a host to things & people. Humanity seems to be depleting & strangely humans have turned Inhumane (lifeless). If at all, it could be selfless for the sake of love and humanity. ‘One for all - all of one’ there could still be a hope. ’

"Look at you, you madman, screaming you are thirsty And are dying in a desert when all around you there is nothing but water! ~Kabir"

We have everything, and everyone we need, all we need to do is look around, open up to all the possibilities of certainties & uncertainties available at our disposal with or without labels. All we need to do is stop making a riot or hue & cry about weighing the grudges that we presume could be an outcome of our decisive imperfections even before indulging ourselves into this chaos. Until & unless you do it, you wont figure out how practical or impractical everything was. Why are we so afraid of our actions today & worried about the future(our existence)? 

It's like your life was being raped, a million times, and you got too used to it, caught up, that you started liking it evidently and fell prey to the mercy of it, and waited for it to happen again, you started liking being strangled, interrogated, ruled and dominated - over and over, until every corner of your body was bruised & soul sinned - losing its charm & warmth. Lying down as a frozen dead meat, you start hunting down to suffice for your very own self, while you give a part of you to everyone to feed upon meanwhile pondering on to what all was made available to you(at your disposal) for you to feed (left over)- stale, used & unworthy. It eventually is going to get exhausted.

I can't reveal my inner heart predicament. - Anonymous

Hope - Now,Then & Forever

“Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all.” - Emily Dickinson

Amidst an atmosphere of uncertainty and animosity over rumored redundancies, finding myself embroiled in the way of life, trying to gracefully endure the hardships...practicing a mindset of stoic empathy while maintaining healthy emotional connections with myself and others...hopefully there seems to be a "Hope‬ Now"

The ‪‎days go pass by & there is so much that keeps you and your mind exhausted - bewilderingly busy & entertained, with chores, that take your breath away until you panic. Unwillingly or willingly to your disposal of denials & agreements - these whatsoever ones, seem to be pretty keen to pile-up no matter what in there best of interest to make you practice & get involved & evolved no matter how reluctantly, halfheartedly or wholeheartedly it might seem. There are number of things (people/emotions/issues) that are stuck in your head & heart which suck in all the space that you always wanted for your own-self and no matter how hard you wanted to let them go, they seem to have by now engrossed up being a part of your so called agendas. There is something that holds you back - this thin & thick layer of line between' what you want and what happens is not entirely a choice at ones disposal - you were left at the mercy of the destiny & had no choice left other then become a participant of this journey called life. From stagnant pauses to in circles again - old & afresh in its viciousness.

Being ‪busy for good is always the best thing in the world, but then, we all end up being busy with things that destiny throws upon us & how wisely you choose to make it worth at the end, is all that matters. You just cant be choosy every-time - some things are just not as easy, they might seem to appear & others might just be a  part & parcel of deeds of the needs that  just seem like they were for forever. That must be a not so good God's sign of making you work - but that's how it was meant to be. There is absolutely nothing that can keep you free & away from the chores of life - good or worse...you just got to attend.

We have ‪"Flown the Air‬ like Birds" and ‪"Swim the Sea‬" like Fishes, but have yet to learn the simple act of ‪"Walking the Earth‬".

I shall practice the righteous that I assume and presume it to be,until it harms a thing or two. I shall not run in haste trying to compete, but shall try keeping peace. Acknowledge obligingly & obediently - unless it upsets my conduct of soul. I shall do, until its proved wrong. I shall take guidance from thy heart and mind and surrender to petite little good and bad or even worse. Until I surrender, I shall not reconcile and subject thy. Nor shall I understand and experience it to its full fledged wholeness. They are not the ones telling me how and what to do about - I am my own master and a king that shall live by all the approachable means. I am an individual - they are not me and I am not them. My life, my rules, my way. I shall do away with,what upsets me. Let me deal with it - welcoming what makes me happy.

“I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you're going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.” - C. JoyBell C.

Thy self, all set with a set of tasks in its utmost of arrivals and departures - curiosity of soul appreciating the overwhelmed ones & struggling in annoyance to the necessary nuances. Often when shaken to this faith  - I run down to the dwellings of my inner most cravings trying to be friends with peace. My heartfelt consciousness tries to evade from the coincidence of unexpected seasonal phases - learning from the 'giving-in and giving-out' much more then I would ever realize. A journey of an unseen, unheard an unfolded story, often misunderstood & complained about - whispers of sobbing in vein or loud pitch's of  my blatant shouts.

Forever uninvited 'it comes as a disguised fate', with its contrast full of ironical mates, bestowing upon me with its utter sheer nuisance of fruitful frightful unexpected traits. I sink down to my expectations of a materialistic urge - rhyming or whining to this loose or win..viciously gathered to these burned & buried scar-full spills.Churned-learned so far - In hope still. convincing myself "If I would have lived it all by Now‬, what shall be left for tomorrow Then?" 

Enduring trials and tribulations while remaining loyal to the end goal requires grit, yes, but I believe there’s more to it than that. - Anonymous. 

Mirror-Mirror On the Wall

"Anyone can hide, but who you are and what you want’,is what most people live their entire lives figuring, without even arriving at a conclusion & for those who dont - God bless them"

"Sometimes it seems safer to hold it all in, where the only person who can judge you is yourself Imperfect or chaotic - some things are meant to be broken. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life goes."

The privacy of life is shrouded in secrecy, concealed, until there lies absolutely nothing to feel strange, weird and awkward about. Cautiousness to this coming-out of or hiding-out in protective layers seldom deprives oneself limiting to thick & thin lines of ones very own existence in question.

Practicing unprotected or playing safe - assuming everything to be either safe or unsafe & nothing in between is a presumed peculiar thoughtfulness that comes in randomly to the perceived. Opening up to a much more visibly clutter-free clearer state - letting it all out & sorted in an attempt to erase the illusive boundaries of demarcated vagueness that had clouded your conscious & made you restless - troubling you in long queues of anticipation of figuring things out.

Open-Up to this welcoming rescue with wide open arms - securing self to an ease of letting this & that of this overburdened & overshadowed pile of loaded hunch-bunch of anonymity let go off you. You've been hung & stuck in there nowhere to almost nothing for long - Let it pass by & thee shall be at ease & witness peace surrounding thy - away from the disorderly hustle-bustle hassling thee with & putting thee in series of disorderly undisputed disputes.

‘I aint no Snow White, I am just a dwarf. I’ve been there, done that. I’ve been happy, lucky to have friends & I’ve been hurt by torts - surrounded by greedy strangers ‘enemies’ of all sorts’. 

I might lay low, rise high, play with a doll or get hurt by a ball, whatever I do, I shall be followed by my shadows taking this stroll. I might look at myself through you, while doing many things & this is just not all, I might be reluctant enough to look at you when I am shabby, I might not even come in front of you in my full glory, when pain sicken, lost or crappy, I might be disguised as many of things, but not me - fake & deceiving that no one would see, but deep in my heart with that truthful innocent plea. Growing old in shape & size, but mostly wise - Let’s roll a dice, flip a coin to head & tail, let's see who wins and who looses at the end of the game. Promise, You! I will not hold you guilty & never ever shall I blame, no matter you may not utter my name' when I ask you - Who's the prettiest of all? I have learned, and witnessed ,there is much that matters to me inside, then out. For never shall I on you ever shout or have upon you a doubt.

Crawling with those baby steps, 'I come to see you, see me' back- ahh! those dark circled patches, unkempt hairdo, wrinkled face - in crumpled & not so ironed clothes, that excessive unsettled fat belly sack, that seem to go no flat, no matter how hard I exert myself-up running-after, getting hold of this mice like a cat. Its just that, I ain't a indefatigable person kinds, neither a thwart, calibrating myself from one side to another side off-across. Amidst this chaos & even-odds, in hope to embark thy name in fame of hall - Oh "Mirror Mirror On The Wall" In circles going round viciously scatter, please be nice to me - no matter.

With other things on my mind, Let me go now, I'll get busy with chores not so kind, I am not at all one self obsessed sorts you see, but will come back to you, I promise thee.

Better late then ever - dumb or clever!. Staying with you has not been that bad for awhile, see ya later my friendly-unfriendly beguile. Just in case, I do not see you again ever, just wanted to thank you for being there In darkness & light, close, near & far away - apart miles. 

Of all the things transparently we’ve ever secretly talked to each other about face to face, scrubbed & rubbed each others shoulders - having seen each other for ages now & I guess you’ve been the only one who could tell me, when I ask you for one last time...”Mirror Mirror on the Wall, tell me who is the fairest of all?"

कैसे कह दू अब मैं आईने से, मुझको मैं अब दिखाई नहीं दूंगा. लाख देखना भी चाहे तू मुझको, मुमकिन है किसी चीज़ से ढका होऊँगा. इस जहाँ में नहीं तो उस जहाँ में, कहीं ना कहीं तुझको धूंड लून्गा.

"How do I explain thy mirror? no more shall I get to see myself anymore. As much as would you be wanting to see me, but in vein. I wont be there - I might just be covered with something or the other. If not in this world, in another one, somewhere or the other - I might find you out.”

Beauty or the Beast - ‘last but not the least.’ GoodBye! - Anonymous

Chair Lady - Frankly Nothing to Oblige

This Lady that comes over to Neighbors house almost thrice a week for playing cards. She would get dropped by her driver and then, would wait for her driver to come and pick her up every time.

Some days back, my door bell rang, while I was having a pretty sound sleep, & to my unconscious mind it came as a surprise when I noticed, finding that I forgot to latch up the door of my house, peeping up from the window, I saw, my chair from the room, taken away without my consent & these two lady figures sitting on each others lap on that plastic chair. Rather amused and having trouble to figure out what actually happened, and how did they manage to forcefully place themselves together on it, that was still alive holding itself and the seaters on its four legs. I went out rather laughing to this very weird instance, and looked un-bothered about what actually happened.

This almost repeatedly happened again.Yesterday door bell rang, & I was in a middle of having food with a friend. i saw these two lady's accompanied by one more lady from our neighborhood street. I was certain all they wanted was a chair to sit on to. I simply had to avoid them wit-fully. I never opened the door. I heard them talking to each other, I saw him, he saw us, but he never came out.

Dear Ladies, when you come to someones house, for whatever it be, don't you think it's righteous on the part of the host to make arrangements for your well being, no matter how petite it might be.From making arrangements for your butt to relax, while you waited for your pickup.

I fail to understand why would not the lady sit and wait in a well furnished house of the host, and wait for her pickup, and why would she sit and wait near the gate, and that too assuming that she would be obliged with a complimentary chair from third party, who had nothing to do anything with any of it.

P.S - I would rather suggest her one day to bring along a fold-able chair for her butt, every time she ventured in anyone's house, so she could peacefully place herself without bothering anyone else. Stop posing as a gate keeper for God sake.

I ain't at your disposal, rendering my services. I am tired of such free obligatory acts, and enough is enough.

With all due respect to there age and the fact that they are known to me from my childhood days. Some people never change and will never change, no matter what. As old as they grow, leaving behind there moral ethics and there traits of who and what they are to be remembered as and known for.

I have to put my foot down on certain obligations that I have been rendering to such people, because one needs to put an end to such obliging dilemmas after a limit.

You have not bought me, so stop expecting, assuming that you shall be entertained every single time, you feel you should be filled in with such sort of free obligations out of the box, from absolutely nowhere, all out of the blue. 

"Speaking obligingly is one thing I could follow, but acting obligingly would leave me in trouble -  I can't enact no more". - Anonymous