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Life is about to get started

Life is about to get started, Life is about to get started
It is just to be started in just few moment
Once again I coming out of the womb
The life is going to slap me again in my arse

Finally I am getting out of here
They cut all my past connections
Where the Earth I am going?
Bright Sun light blowing my dark hideous screams

Love me again for a bat of an eye
All that phony pleasures that you can flow
Give me some toys and clothes to see my giggles
Do whatever that can make me safe and calm

Life doesn’t happens for me, it happens to me
With only have two choices astronaut or scientist
Whatever big that your can imagine, force me
with smiles, for all that joys or sorrows saith

I will crave, I will cry, make you do anything
To full fill all my god damn desires
Fill my eyes with dreams again and put blinkers
Make me learn to eat but don’t teach me how to live

It all looks good because I am new with shine
Joy nor sorrow knows not from each other
Some says I am black, some says I am white
But does it really matter anyhow to anyone?

Send me school, send me classes, send me college
Send me anywhere that assure things others do
Be slave of each other for few coins that defines success
I will run again till wherever my path make me go

Doubts, Worry, Fear and Sadness makes everyone feel alive
Where goes the happiness? Remains inside likes and comments
Or a swipe right and go for plastic dinner again?
Life is about to get started, Life is about to get started!

 

When I was a human

When I was a human
My life was sweet like a cheese cake
Where I could fit anywhere like a tetris block
‘Cause there was no difference
The difference between truth and red

When I was stable , was warm, was forever
Flower and ropes were lying on the floor
Keys were around my hand but
But I don’t know how to twist and open
I kept it on my left side of my jacket

When I was a human
I learnt to live, I learn to laugh for no reason
I hugged myself with love and pain
There was no ink in my pen
But still I wrote an epic with it
‘Cause I was not aware of my questions

When I was able to catch the butterfly
I was walking with my closed eyes
I thought I can catch an unicorn
Later I come to Earth I realised from my black eyes
I am not like young hare of some green garden

When I was a human
I was trapped under the ice
There was no way to move somewhere
But still I could see other world around
It looked transparent, but it was dark like coal

When I take oxygen to live
I lost myself for no fuckin’ reason
I climbed the mountain for fresh air
‘Cause I am not that much smart
I trapped myself like into a pop song

When I was a human
It was very difficult to breath every fuckin’ time
I ruined myself for myself for the freedom
Then I found myself land in an island
Where I was lost and I’ve got no friends
Just the rocks, sand and the palms

When there was no progress
The sun was still yellow, moon was still black
I realised I was not at alive
Forget being alive I was not even born
So I cling that rope and keys
Death laughed and gave me all the answers

 

 

Perfection is Boring

A man would do nothing if he waited until he could do it so well that no one could find fault. ~ John Henry Newman

There is nothing called perfection for humans. Those humans who keep on learning from the day they come out from womb and till the day they die. Yes! even death is something new for their experience. They keep learning everything, they find new ways of failing. Isn’t it?

Humans are the most weird organism. They are just afraid of showing their worries and sadness. There is always this need to make a face or strike a pose. It is all so superficial. They are not comfortable for something but they pretend like everything is fine for no reason. May be they just don’t want to disclose their self insecurities or don’t want to share to make them feel bad. It’s just perspective. This is how they try to frame so called their perfect biopic.

They are like feeling so unhappy but surrounded by everything they really need. They don’t understand life is like a game of puzzle where you need to frame everything by your own imaginary picture. People are like pieces. There are zillion of possibilities. You just see them everyday, over and over again. You can make picture of luminescence of joy, where the pursuit of happiness ends with the end of rainbow. Everything is right behind them but they just can’t figure it out.

They are like feeling so alone but living in a big apartment full of people whom they never talk. Want to say something to someone but can not say for no reasons. They all need someone for their help and support. They are meant to be like can do everything alone but still it’s not practical for anyone. You need some delivery boy to bring your pizza when you’re tired from all your monotonous work and don’t want to cook anything in the kitchen.

They are just programmed to be a something called perfection. Life by many means is very simple smooth road without any destination but milestones that we mark for ourselves. But a smooth road is always boring to drive. They need thrills to make us feel we are alive. They need pot holes on our way. This is how they all get damaged. This is so blaspheme.

For a woman her beauty is what everyone defines. No matter what skills she have but without her beauty she is defined to be as incomplete personality. But still she is just a human. Her face, her skin is not immortal like her beautiful soul. She keep changes from her body every tick-tock. Cells are dividing, regenerating, mitosis-meiosis is happening. She is not in the same body as she was in 7 years before.

Her mirror sings:
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.

Her man sings:
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything,
That’s how the light gets in.

For him her so called flaws are just the way he loves her everyday for no reason. Because out of all the flaws he is stumbled on, it’s the hardest one to focus on. This is how life goes by. There should be no fear. It’s the rule of nature.
It’s always a point of view and here everything little thing is subjective. It’s simply want you want to see. It can be accidental or absolutely irrelevant for someone. There are always some messages to be ignored. It’s all about the prospective. They take it for fun, ignore it or take it so seriously.

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Cans of Soda

I always have been a small town, upper middle class boy who lived obedienty most of the time in my life. Though I’m a mild yet aggressive young adult now. I am raised with good moral values throughout my childhood. So, I don’t understand why people are so much fretful and disobedient with all their bad habits. Like now I am talking about my summers vacations. I was in National Capital Reserve (NCR) for two weeks, staying at my cousin’s place Noida Sector 61. I applied for summer vocational courses in New Delhi to full-fill my passion for cooking and baking.

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Initially I joined International Institute of Culinary Arts. It is located in Hauz Khas Village. So, for that I travel from Noida City Centre Metro Station, that was 4km away from Sector 61. It all started from the behavior of Autowale bhaiya. On the first day I took an auto, and the weird thing about Noida autorickshaw is that they don’t run on metre, demands independently. He asked me 50 bucks for that and after a cool bargaining I asked for 40 and  he let me in. After reaching to noida city centre I gave him 50 rupees note and expect for the 10 rupees change. Just for that he started to abuse and humiliate me badly in the morning and how could I remain silent I also defended myself and somehow got my 10 rupees back. I mean how can be he behave so mean about it, if he agreed for 40 before I get in. No one behaves like that in other small towns where I lived. Later I got to know that fare of 40 rupees was proper, for the next these days because they calculate 10 bucks per kilometre.

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Next was entering to metro station. Before telling you fulls story all I want to tell you that I never been traveled in metro railway before as most of the time I come New Delhi for 2-3 days and usually travel in car with my chauffeur. So the first thing I noticed is people. People, people, people.. everywhere people. Everyone in rush I never seen that much rush in my life. When people were using a lift to go upper floor of metro train, they must have to make certainty, a weight limit. It was clearly written that this lift is preference for seniors citizen and handicapped. When I got enter some more young adults like me entered after me and an old man remain left outside. Lift started to show weight limit exceeded and none of a single brat moved from his place like everyone is prince of their own kingdom. So I moved on, let that poor old man in and choose old fashioned stairs to move up.

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I entered into the metro station. I was quite thirsty so I purchased a can of soda. Later to catch up my blue line train. I moved to ticket window and got a card with a balance of 80 by paying 100 (20 was security deposit). I was observing the crowd outside station as I said but never expected that mother of crowd in the waiting of blue line metro train. There were separate cabins for women as per women empowerment program by government and it was normally crowded and having comfortable sitting arrangement for them. Moving ahead to general cabins. All the heavy crazy crowd entered there just like when I was a child, I use to play musical chairs on friends’ birthday parties. All the working class men sit in their seats and weak seniors and other ladies remained standing like me, a newbie. Nobody cares about other. They all  just plug their earphones in smartphones and play some stupid arcade video game like Candy Crush, FarmVille, Poker and many more. They’re all so mean and selfish and started to look me like these cans of soda, they all identical about their attitude and behavior. Like they never read about the lessons of morality and the values of karma.

I also observed so many of these youngsters who sit on their seats at the time when train is almost empty and do not stand up  when they see any women or seniors who entered in next stations, looking for a seat. The most awkward thing was when they sit on reserved seats for women and senior citizens. Like how can they see them standing in the train. They’re all more like our family members. I am sure if they are their real aunts or uncles. They definitely stand and offer seat but just because they’re strangers, they’re so much ignorant.

When I use to return in the evening. The crowd gets even more, situation gets worse or say worst. Everyone just want to return in their home. So damn tired, smelly, and miserable. I never seen women stuck in such a way. Keep standing in between dense crowd of metro train. The crowd where you don’t have any space to put your feet a foot more. I have so much pity for them. It was more like an apocalyptic situation whoever enters in the train will survive and rest all going to die. In such condition pickpocketers and molesters always take advantage. Once in news I read 90% of pickpocketers and thieve are women travelling in metro trains. They just enter with a child acts like a normal Indian lady who is just going to some place. Eve teasers, molesters, harassers can be easily seen in these trains. They keep on starring at some innocent lady very viciously like they never ever seen any woman in life or they will just eat them, very disgusting scenario. Thanks to the government for these women reserved cabins, but sometimes some men just get enter from next general cabin by saying he is with her.

I mused, looked at the eyes of them and concluded why they are so mean to others.

When a child is born, he is an angel
More the life he lives more complicated he becomes
He is still the same boy who learnt to help others in school
He is so damn much tired of living same monotonous life
Like following to same path, each and every day on his long route
He finds some short cut to reach faster and for this
To get rid of the chains he is wrapped him in
And yes he has hunger of love that made him so

I personally believe good things happen to you if you do good things to other. This create good karma, a inner happiness, no guilt, no regret and love. There are three major things that can ruin even a good person: Greed, Selfishness and Overindulgence. All the evil things brought up from these three qualities, if a person can keep control on these three he can sustain his great personality. Lies, stealing, breaking hearts, revenge, humiliation, assaults, addiction and many more are obtained by these evils.

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There were four kinda flavor of cans (people) I noticed in these two weeks. 🙂

  • First are normal daily working class people who pick up and go to their office or place of work. They are veteran seat takers. Don’t much talk to others. Keeps a brief case/laptop bag and dark mustache. They have special power of sleeping when they take seats and get up exactly when their station comes. More like Thumbs Up.
  • Second are young adults who travel to reach school and college with flashy T-shirts and Jeans. They remain lost in the world of music, love or both. They don’t mind to become John Lennon & Yoko Ono and start making love in public. Usually seen with their girlfriend/boyfriend and smirk in their faces. 😉 They are Sprite.
  • Third are newbies are like who are new in metro and don’t have much idea about the stations and route. (Thanks to my smartphone metro station app which helped me a lot in such situations) They usually targets the veteran seat takers so that can release frustration of not getting their seat. More like Cuba drink.
  • Forth are typical dilli/punjabi women, the jibber jabbing. Holy mother of GuruNanakji! you can not see them  to stop for couple of seconds. They usually travels with others to talk with. They will talk about anything and LOUD so that you can listen every detail of their sad life. They are more like Fanta.