Successful

We ought to realize the fact that we have been stuck with the ‘competition’ thing for so long. We have always been trying to beat others, making ourselves sound perfect to others, whilst we have problems in our lives too. Age does not define maturity, grades do not define excellence. We never go for excellence, thinking the whole matter out. Rather we focus on contriving a way to get past the hurdles and emerging as a symbol of triumph.

We are fascinated by the successes of others, demoralizing ourselves, insulting ourselves.  If someone won a scholarship, so what? You are no less than that person. You are equally capable of doing something remarkable, doesn’t matter if it isn’t in the same field. Might be the fact that they are self centered, thinking only for themselves. This jumping onto the bandwagon mania has killed our moral spirits, our family values.Parents got to have someone who can attend to them in their old age, the age when the want peace. The age which asks the offsprings to be caring. But rather, we go for our success., we see a bright future ahead.

We should realize that contentment at heart is of prime importance. No one is destined to do everything, a man cannot deliver a baby, a sparrow cannot fly backwards, humming bird cannot be the largest bird on the plant. A Sindhi cannot pronounce the word “Bhola” the way Punjabis pronounce it. These limits make us realize the fact that we are confined in boundaries, and we can only achieve local maxima in the maxima of the function of life. A man who has polio is his childhood cannot play football. A compromise between family and future is difficult, but the decision should be made in the favor of latter.

There is much more to life than winning a scholarship or getting a six figure salary at Schlumberger. Making your parents happy surpasses all these feelings. Doesn’t matter if someone is not inspired by others, at least he or she is taking incentive to something on his or her own, making herself happy at heart.  One should have his own little interesting world, because God never intended us to be the same. We are distinct, only thing that makes the same is our struggle for dissimilarity.

Incomplete…….. Just as my life.

I always wonder about why people say that the time after 1 am is the hardest one. And I wonder why people always make confessions during that time. And I always wonder about why people get sad and nostalgic during these hours. I always think about why would you think about a person at these hours when you are totally free, why not when you are totally busy and amidst this busyness of this world? It would just simply imply that whatever you had with whomever the person, it was during leisure and alone time. That would just imply that whatever you had, love, lust, friendship, relationship or I don’t want to put a label on it, was weak. The bond you had was weak. Missing somebody at leisure hours is something anybody can do, like literally anybody. Remembering somebody, wanting somebody, desiring something in your leisure time, what’s the bravery in that? What’s the speciality in that? Why would it make that person happy or at all? There is nothing so outstanding in it. Why would that take a person to the moon and back? Why would that make that person feel anything at all?

Incomplete….. Just as my life.

Chassit

Oh, how amazing it is to be nineteen and feel like you have the whole world figured out; how you’re gonna make it bend at will.
Stupid, yes, but amazing. Later there will be inconsistencies and fuck-ups. Later there will be heartbreak. Later there will be smiles and lies and perhaps even gunfire. For now, there’s just this exaltation.
Ah, 19. Chassit. The best age if there ever was one. Where nothing goes your way yet the world seems like your oyster. Where everything is so wrong but you can’t shake the feeling it’s all gonna be just fine. Where the world seems like it’s out to get you, but you believe, deep down, that you’re out to get it too, and surprisingly, after years and years and years of undermining yourself, you find that, for once, you’re rooting for yourself.
How stupid have I been to think that the best years of my life have gone by? How stupid have I been to think that the lonely, hormonal self that liked to cry itself to sleep most nights was me at my best? Because I’ve never been more wrong. Because this, 19, this feels like the start of something big, something beautiful. Like life itself.
I have not lived for 19 years. I’ve existed, drifting in and out. Observing. Cringing at times, smiling at others, mostly at the same stuff. But that’s all I’ve done. Existing. Under pressure. Find me somebody to love. Find me somebody to love. Find me somebody to love. Find me somebody to love. There will be plenty to love, and plenty to lose, and plenty to live, and plenty to sulk over. For now, the world spins for me. And that feels pretty darn amazing.
There will be days when I’ll scoff at the idea of this. Those days, I believe, planet earth, ka, fate, destiny, however you like to put it, would be trying to escape my grasp, to realign themselves in a position that ends with me getting fucked upfront and sideways and all ways, yes sir, that ends with the world taking the biggest dump on me.
Let this be a reminder for those days. It’ll get better, because it has been better than before, because a few bumps along the way do not, in any way, mean that you’ve hit the downslope again. They are just that. Bumps.
And the world spins on.

Random Things

It’s the most random things that break me. A person over the internet who you’d love to cheer up but can’t. That guy who mounts the bus with a bunch of books to sell, and the look on his face when he leaves with just as many of them. That little kid who works for the car mechanic and how he gets yelled at if he fucks up even in the slightest. Those things break me. And the fact that I would not stand up against them and do something breaks me. Yeah, sometimes it’s how things fall apart between me and the people I like; sometimes it’s the dreams I wake up from sobbing, the days I feel like a loser and the nights I feet like dying. Sure, those things hurt. But God, these things? They make me realize how horrid and helpless this world is; how the idea of a “better tomorrow” is just that; an idea, and a delusional one at that. Nothing is ever going to get better, and that breaks me.

UNNATURAL RETREAT OF MIND

He has difficulty in memorizing things. He has lost confidence. His IQ level has dropped from a brilliant score to below average. He can’t concentrate. He recedes when he works.

To whom we should blame? Him or God?

Surely he is responsible for all these unnatural retreat.

We blame ‘third party’ for the lack of strength in our behaviour. It’s all because we fail to monopolize good in us. It’s all because of our ‘unnatural’ activities. The cognitive behaviour of brain remains intact when we stay natural.

Altering things in ourselves lose us our abilities.

DIRECTION LESS EFFORTS

We all have directions towards a specific goal and we all lose them on the course of reaching our destination. Direction less efforts actually frustrate us when we are unable to achieve something after continuous efforts. I have been struggling with the same problem. I am unable to find the solution. If, someone get to fix it, do tell me.

Direction less you, Direction less me.

Let’s not fall our hands to knee.

Change……

Did he ever love her? Or does he just like her? Just like he thinks he liked everyone else in the past. Sitting on the porch he has thought about this for hours now.  He didn’t even realize when the day-light ran to hide and night started seeking it. It’s hot but he doesn’t want to move, he doesn’t want to call her or answer her calls. He has never been this confused before.  There is a very strong feeling in his heart for her, he knows it, he has seen how much he cares for her but will she ever understand what he holds in his heart for others?

Can she actually see past this and give them the chance they deserve.

“Love is the stupidest thing that can ever happen to someone” he always believed this. But did he just fall in love or he has fallen slowly with the last few months? Or did he already fall and was just realizing it only now, when the memories of all his past crushes and relationships are hitting him.

How can he be confused at this point of life?

“Can he love more than one person at the same time and can he love them equally?”

How can he be ready to accept the thought that he never believed in? Was he changing? Was it love that was changing him? With so many questions on his mind he was also burdened to find the answers. This was of the utmost urgency for the fate of his current relationship depends on it.

 

Numericals.

Since the day we are born,
Always defined by number, inches, feet, pound
grades, percentages’ we are made up of statistics
Society always questioning our characteristics
That’s how we engender criminalistics
So, What is your qualification?
How good you are at linguistics?
How much you’ve scored in mathematics?
Oh! We’re so futuristics!
We’re all wanna be realistic
You’ve gotta be good at logistics
You’re interested in Arts?
Gosh! That’s Sadistic!
Because! We’re all entirely made up of numerical
No feelings! Those days are gone, they were hysterical
You aren’t interested in Science?
Apologies! Either categorical’
You gotta be Practical!
Strictly prohibited to be allegorical
So, You’re percentages on Tests?
You’ve gotta do your best!
Your ancestors planned to send you far west
But, Don’t you stress!
The hell you want to express!?!?
You should’ve topped the contest
Own a bullet proof chest
Forget eternal rest!
You’ve to be the best
So, Why are you suppressed?
Likes on your Photo?
Your life motto?
Price tags on clothes
How you choose
You gotta own a Pinterest to expose
So, How much you weigh?
Gosh! Please start eating! You are so slim!

The reason you’ve no one to go out with on,
Valentine’s day!
What is your Height?
Drink Egg White!
How much is your pocket money?
Can you afford to take your girlfriend out for a dinner?
Do you own the latest Blackberry or IPHONE?
What is Originality?
Money speaks louder than flattery
Anyway! Let’s discuss your grades
Oh! They are in need of aid
Hey! Do you have girlfriend?
So, What brand you wear?
Number of affairs?
Gadgets you own?
We’re all faking the tone
Eh! The boy wearing cheap Shirt
We believe in numerology
For everything we’ve methodologies
This is who we’re now
So give us a bow!
Who the hell cares about feelings though?!
They are dumb, waste of time,
where we’ve a future to climb
Including those studies time.
The questions were rhetorical
But, no doubt we’re just Numerical

P.S: This is not my best.