Movies: Reality in jeopardy!

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Don’t live your life like they do in movies.

Your life is much more worth than anyone else’s imagination captured in a three hour reel. You gotta filter out the illusion from reality.

There might be background music in those man made moments but there is a man made out from moments.

A walk in the rain without a stolen kiss , a white hair before your 20’s,too much traffic on the road, a dent on the car, fucked up ending of a popular TV show, a dress gone out of stock, a sale turned into a disaster and every tiny thing hurts in real life. A hero as well as a villain both die in reality rather the former one dies much younger. The right one gets nothing sometimes, the evil one wins too, people fail, talent goes to waste, people are stuck in cobwebs of life.We regret the ones we love and even more the ones we didn’t.

Hard work is sometimes the only solution and start-ups don’t always succeed. In reality, movies are extracted from it, not vice versa.

Life is always a change, it’s never constant. No one says in reality, like they say in the movies, “And they lived happily ever after”. There are ups and downs, ups disguised as downs. Businesses don’t bloom like flowers in the garden, the only time travels and flashbacks we have is in our memories and the only category of homo sapiens that can bleed for days and still survive is females.

Life is different and it is difficult. Like if me writing this post was to be showcased in a movie, it would have been in a few seconds and in one go with motivational background score ending with a voice narrating the same to the viewers. But see, here you are digging through the words, wondering or probably abusing the piece of shit.

Be Real not Reel.

 

Hey there!

It’s been a long long time since I last posted here. Gives me chill seeing my previous posts and writing this one.

Not many of you would have noticed that I started writing this blog in mid March of the last year ending with the no. 4 (2014) with my last post being in ending November of the same year.

Life and premonitions never go hand in hand. Blink of an eye and the world is different.

Anyhow, while I had been on the roller coaster of life, I tried not to let my personal life cast a dark shadow over my desire to write, though the mediums and platforms changed.

From writing posts and statuses on Orkut, Facebook as a kid to pouring my teenage heart on wordpress, I went on to kickstart magazine of my own named “Eunoia” which means  beautiful thinking and a well mind. It was a college magazine and is still running in the premises though I graduated an year ago. 

A 9 to 6 job and a lover to fill my mind and heart, life had been a bit rewarding while being equally cruel. Being in and out of love enriched my experience and transitioned me to a bittersweet(amateur) poetess.

These days  its me, my poems and instagram. The moving on phase has been long and challenging. Yet I try to grow day by day from the bittersweet memories of past.

A glimpse of the poems and photographs:

 

 

Title: Quotidien Morose

It’s one past midnight

with you on the phone

Few words and a drunk snores

leaving the other voice in a sleepless mode

Maybe it’s you or just the flashbacks

When will you grow past my nostalgic mind?!

Creeping memories

Moving on thoughts

Life has become a traffic jam of quotidien morose

Dripping water yet so dry

Polluted feelings in a trapped mind

Should I try again or

just lay

wide awake in my bed all night.

 

I am hoping to continue writing here as well. But if you like my poetry, please feel free to eavesdrop 😉

 

Thinking or Overthinking???

Thinking,eh? What to wear, what to eat, to cook, music to listen,channels to watch, assignment to finish and mostly, whether to get up to switch off the light switch or just lay inside the cozy warm blanket. We think almost a billion thoughts each day, ranging from life saving to silliest things, but we think a lot esp. the unnecessary things.e67bab2b9e81539a794beb1d38ffe7f244049_original

I have often found people searching the answer to the question ” How to live an ideal life or moreover to be a perfect person?” Well the key to answer lies in the lines above. We think too much, much enough to bury the creative thoughts beneath the daily chore-routine thoughts. Ever wondered, had Newton been thinking about what to eat for dinner when that apple banged his head, the world would have never had any idea regarding the existence of  gravity, atleast not since 17th century.

The main thing is keeping the main thing, the main thing!

If you worry too much, if you over think those already overthought thoughts, life will be nothing but monotonous. They say life is what you make it and it’s true. Life is a canvas and you gotta paint a pretty picture in order for it to be pretty. There’s no other thing to be thought.

Now the answer to the question, well you gotta filter out yourself from the unwanted things and world you’re stuck in and then you just gotta focus on the things which define you and you love. That’s it my friend, the meaning of life, to find the meaning in you!

17 Shakespearean Insults We Should Start Using Again

In your face!

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1. Away you three-inch fool!

This sentence is a vicious attack on a man’s confidence and in modern times it’d sound something like “Get out of my sight you tiny penis having chump!” Words can hurt. Sticks and stones will break your bones but an itty-bitty penis comment will eat away at you like cancer. If you’re looking to land a devastating blow, this is your balled up, brass knuckle decorated fist.

2. I must tell you friendly in your ear, sell when you can, you are not for all markets.

How cold blooded would it be to tell a friend to settle for whatever they can get. This is the same as saying “No offense, but you should probably date anyone who is interested because you’re not exactly a catch.” Ouch, you may as well save some syllables and say “Beggars can’t be choosers, ugly.”

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What is love?

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Love is merely a four letter word for most of the people and it can’t mean the same for everyone at the same time. Call it the euphemism for destiny or destruction, it is something every soul ponders to and wishes to be in. Yes, you can either be in love or stay without it but you can never be with love because it’s something that’s within and you can never find it in something else and if you think you do have love in something or someone else, think again, it might be just a mere illusion. No doubt, everyone tries to find love in someone or something but to me a lover is someone who makes you feel everything and nothing at all, but the love is actually inside you that makes you feel that way, a lover is just a harbinger.

It’s not something only stuck in your heart, it’s in your eyes that see, your hands that touch, skin that feels and moreover in the lips that speak. It’s a language, a medium of expression and a token of power wrapped up in the softness of a smile and warmth of a teardrop.

Love is yours! Your Hopes, Your Dreams, Your Everything!
You gotta find it within you.

The Cobweb Life!

I was lost in the soft music playing on my online playlist , the soothing instrumental beauty just touched the correct side of my brain. I pick that pencil up, sharpened enough to pierce a hole in tee shirt, to draw a box of some technified oscillator version located deep inside the pages of the assignment, I’m supposed to submit in a next few hours. TV and Radar engineering, the title of my cover page says, it might seem interesting to some but believe me we do nothing practical here in our bachelors of technology. It seems to me like a daily chore, these assignments consuming the ink of the pen when it strikes with friction on that white sheet of paper. Amid all this, the song paused, it made me look beyond and feel the temporarily wrenched back submitted to the work I was indulged a few moments before. The view is unpleasant, the thoughts running at the speed of light in all corners of life. I stand like an ice hockey keeper, trying to catch them all at once on the slippery passage, but oops there there, they collide. Indeed, few of them are here, the ones I could gather and decode. The view was unpleasant, as I looked up , the safari bag unchained, the laptop sleeve thrown away, chickpeas from last Sunday’s breakfast scattered like beads out of a necklace, beside the broken pair of slippers I was supposed to throw away a week before. Further, the clothes lay out of the chair, laundry bag and the cupboard like hairs out of my scalp, twisted and curled, I wonder the last time I did laundry (a month back or so). The study table wasn’t spared either, it portrayed an exhibition of a vat69 turned into a vase with flowers from Friday’s function which now bear the dried color on them; beside it lay a messi mug with green tea stains in it  looking toward  a shining trophy and a golden shield from the last Sunday’s closing ceremony. The shield mirrored itself in the transparent ruler of the kettle which lay beside the pile of newspapers I have been struggling to read since I subscribed (that was like more than a month ago) and laughing in shame were those books I issued in the starting of this semester which were only witnessed a foreplay but couldn’t reach that far. My bed wasn’t spared either, a travellers kit and a diesel sling bag resting on the sheets I have been using to drive the October chill from my nerves and moving further ahead was my laptop , me and my assignment , enjoying each other’s company until that music stopped playing its sound!

P.s. I just entered the vicious circle by hitting the refresh button.

Parents’ Day

Ever wondered what second Sunday of May and third Sunday of June have in common? Both of them are dedicated to our parents, though each one to one of them.

But then why don’t we have a combination of both and celebrate a PARENTS’ DAY. It makes more sense to me because our life is incomplete without any one of them.

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I am glad that I’m not the only one who has ever thought about it and I’m proud to say that my thoughts coincide with the former President of U.S.A. Bill Clinton who declared fourth Sunday of every July as parents’ day.

Also,in South Korea, it is held on May 8th.

Nevertheless the United Nations proclaimed June 1 to be the Global Day of Parents “to appreciate all parents in all parts of the world for their selfless commitment to children and their lifelong sacrifice towards nurturing this relationship”.

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Also it is interesting to  know that Dianthus Caryophyllus, commonly known as Carnations or clove pink, flowers that symbolize Parents’ Day are given to parents by children in celebrating Parents’ Day in South Korea.

I hope everyone after reading this celebrates Parents’ day at least once every year as a tribute to their parents.