Short Message Service , often called SMS, is one of the fastest means of communication !!
It’s a better form of communicating when it actually helps the receiver take delivery of the information, even when he is driving, taking his last gulp of food in the peak getting ready office hours!! Mm..I am not actually going to talk about the various benefits and nuisance of it!!
Imagine if u get a message, totally irrelevant to u ….. sorry, I shouldn’t use the word message because message indicates a short note, the right word would be an essay …how would u feel?
Irritated? Annoyed? Blessed ? Pleased ? What will be your reaction??
Keep thinking………… And mind , don’t ever be alarmed … if you get a ‘ Sorry , Wrongly sent, Slip of my fingers ’ message from me (if I know your mobile number)!!!
Often I send this message !! In fact I have a draft version of this message always , so that I need not waste my time typing it every time when I send a wrong message to a wrong recipient!!
I am a person who use this(SMS) facility of the mobile phone more frequently. As I already said, I don’t talk much during travel ( to office)…
Another reason my way back home ( from office) would be odd hours, when every living being would have the deepest sleep! So I have no other option, but to use the short message service ! Short, no ,not exactly!! And the subject of the long messages would be anything under the sun, ranging from the rarest secrets to the recent bomb blasts!!
Sometimes, I would be so much proud of my own skills of typing messages so fast (120 kmph) and tackling so many persons at the same time!!
Consequence of this???? I send wrong messages to the right persons!
One day , on my way back home , I got a message from my friend Mr. X … I had no clue why he was awake for so long, in an intention of asking the same, I typed a message , ‘ Ena Sir ? inum thoongalaya? BBC pathathelam pothum ( he always watches) …Poi thoongu.gnyte’ ..I was expecting a gnyte message from him ..Instead I got a message from my Dad ‘ We don’t have BBC here, and we already slept. Check before u send’
Oh my..I was alarmed!! Instead of sending to Mr.X , I had sent to my dad ..
Another day, I was calling my friend , say Mr.Y , many times and he did not pick up at all… Since I was sure I did not do anything much to keep him silent , I sent a message to him( I thot I sent to him) , ‘Oooi…ena achu , why are not picking up loose, wat happnd? Gone mad or wat? Mind..I won’t call u again’ !! I got a reply message ’ This is not Y , Y’s dad, send the message to Y’..
I was shocked…Oh.. I had sent it to his dad..thank God, at least he knows me..and that made the situation not much worse.
One afternoon, I was damn hungry and we had planned to take lunch out… I sent a message to my batch mate , ‘Come soon..I am very hungry, waiting near the lift’.. I got a call from Mr.Y… ‘hey, how r u? y have u called at this time?’ ‘ Mm.. Chennai laye ilathavana lunch ku koopta ena panrathu’ ‘Wuf!! Sorry Maathi anupchten’….
There are so many instances like this.. Sometimes.. I send some conversations about someone to that someone himself/herself, thinking that I am sending to the person whom I am conversing with… Only to get thrashings from the person whom I had actually intended to send
Though this may afford me a good laughter most times… I have had a narrow escape from getting into a trap.. And Nowadays, people throw me a question if I had wrongly sent, even if I send it to them correctly…. Such an ill effect of my carelessness!!
I just inquire myself, what had made people arrive at this opinion of me… I found so many reasons for me sending wrongly.
1. I store some messages in my inbox, for some reason or other..So when the count exceeds, I will have to forcefully delete the message that I have just read ..So in a hurry , I will read the message , delete it and click reply to the message that already rests in my inbox.
2. I think of talking about someone, so my thought process will be slow or fast( I know not).. I will have only that person in my mind, send it to him/her.
3. One main reason, I have conversations with at least 3 or 4 simultaneously, so I interchange my messages, Probably my speed of handling the mobile doesn’t match the processing of my mobile, I could just yell at the Contacts Lookup option!!
4. One another reason, when I have so many persons, with the name starting with the same letter (even the second letter is same , thaz very bad…people should have unique names) , I send wrongly!!
Finding all these reasons…
I no longer want to cut a sorry figure..I double check, triple check… review it and then send!! But that has only reduced the frequency of ‘ Sorry , Wrongly sent, Slip of my fingers ’ …At least I could manage to that extent when the apology for sending wrongly is not sent to a wrong person!! He he!!
November 28, 2007
November 22, 2007
My FQ!!
FQ—Wonder what’s it??
Female quotient…
There are certain requisites one should have to be a girl..
Oh my!! My FQ is zero!! Often I speculate why at all my FQ is zero and I never try to improve either. I hardly take steps to improve my gender quotient… even if I take, they require strenuous efforts..So I leave them half way!!
What are the factors that determine a girl’s FQ ?
Wearing ornaments :
A girl should have an ear ring, a bangle , a neck chain and an anklet… Wuf!! Who found all these??
I don’t know why the feminine gender and ornaments are inseparable?? Or is it the society that makes them so?
Gold shops now have a look of grocery shops… People don’t mind to reduce the frequency of visiting grocery shops to increase the frequency of visiting Jewellery Shops!!
I literally don’t like girls being after these jewels.. I frown at my mom when she insists me on wearing such extra fittings. At times, I will better stay at home rather than wearing these and attending a marriage ceremony.
This requisite is out of scope………
Shopping Spree :
Shopping… I just go to a shop, look at what I want, choose it and come back... the total process will take only fifteen minutes. I really don’t know why girls take so much time to choose..they see almost 500 items before choosing one..and that one will be definitely ( I bet) the first one they saw. If I question my friends why they take this much time, they will hit me with a response’ Girls take quite some time, Not like you….’
Wuf! Next requisite…cleanly thrown out…
I should say, I spend lot of time in Archies or Odyssey, Becoz I just hunt for cards that suits the receiver exactly.
Sometimes it makes me think, a girl takes long time to choose her dress, but the time she takes to decide on her life partner, it just takes seconds… Highly contradictory.. Probably , I may not understand such things..they say it takes seconds to fall in love…
Soft handling:
Girls handle things softly. All arts which need patience are mastered by girls.. but na, I never sit and do something… I get bored.. painting, embroidery, stitching, rangoli, mehendi…nothing I knew…’Poo katta theriyama ena ponnu’…neighbourhood aunty…
Aiyo..Was it my mistake? I climb on our roof to pluck mangoes… I remove the web cobs in my home with the otadakutchi (ancient vacuum cleaner)…I drive long kilometers to get things for my home, I replace chokes in the tubelights, fix electric faults.. I was used to only such actions, which people say a boy is supposed to do….
And I remember a funny incident, a big grasshopper entered our hostel room, oh,there was a huge cry as if a panther had entered… I placed a chair on the cot, climbed up and slowly caught it and put it away through the window.
I was seen with an ugly look… ‘are you not afraid of it… we girls don’t like it ’
Err, wat does it mean?? Do they mean, becoz I caught it, I am not a girl..or? do they mean I like grasshoppers ??
This factor ….completely ruled out… I just can’t be always soft .
Making up:
Beauty and me..they are separate sets… they don’t interfere ..
I don’t want to get beautified artificially also...Never will I spend time with cosmetics. I just want to be neat and simple. The overall make up for me would be plaiting my hair and keeping a bindi on my forehead. Wuf, the struggle girls have, with dumb looks with all kinds of face masks( you are not supposed to talk if you wear a mask), the DOLLARS they spend for creams, lotions, the time they waste to just show off that they are looking good… All these create a sickness in me… I just don’t like to have the pain of making up..such a lazy spec I am… Another important activity a girl spends her time is painitng nails..I never understand the whole idea of painting nails.. Ah, the colours they choose sometimes, are very similar to the colour of the eyes of the snake lady in Pambu padams… The pain they choose to remove a colour, paint with a new one, give a second coating, wait for it to dry..just to make it matching to their dress that day, is really appreciable…
Afterall..this beauty fades away with time.. but my point is never sensible to anyone..they say that I am still pazhangaalam…
Toys:
Girls and teddy bears.. I was really shocked when one of my friends got a teddy for 3000 bucks, just to share a space in her bed. I get on nerves, when they exclaim ‘ oh..How Chweet!!’ My feeling would be , ‘ Soft toys are as tough as to manage wives, they get dirty, they occupy space , they are difficult to transport’.. Probably, my brain is too small to comprehend such funny things.. I was not brought up with Barbie dolls!!I was acquainted only with doll guns, cars etc when I was small..may be.. it was one of the reasons why I couldn’t accept teddies!
Soft mews (supposed to be conversations) :
Mobile Phone, A necessary evil… Girls talk nonstop…talk? I m sorry, The word would be mew..I doubt if the person on the other end will be really able to hear what she speaks… or will he/she would be answering based on assumptions… Bus travel to office- I often like to sit alone. Just to avoid unnecessary investigations… The whole travel would become a nuisance if only a girl comes and sits next to you. She takes the mobile , calls up X , talks (whispers really) something..I may hear the other person’s voice outside, but not her’s. I would give titles and awards to the person on the other end, yup, it’s great that X hears her in the midst of a beautiful song being played in top volume in the FM’s in buses.
Leave aside this, at least I could soothe myself thinking that her mobile has the capacity to convert soft mews to words!
But what about the subject of her talks? Oh ..how long would she speak? One day I was so curious to know what really they have on earth to speak so much, are they discussing about Kaveri issue or the terrorists attacks in Kashmir? Oh no, they talk about what chutney they can have for idly. Mm.. I just thought how I would speak, I hardly hear the other person’s voice , so I avoid talking while in buses. Even when I speak in a perfectly calm environment , my voice would never go below a certain frequency, even if it is Chidambaram secret.
Slippers:
High heels, thin strings , gaudy colors..the kind of shoes girls wear … I really wonder why to take so much pain to wear an equipment which is actually intended to prevent our feet from pain( thorns ,stones etc)..I just go for simple sandals, cut shoes whichever I feel comfortable with.. (though I have tough time to find slippers which fits me coz my feet is extremely large)..
But the norm is the more uncomfortable , the more better you are …
Hmm..There are so many other essentials which the world says a girl should possess … Analyzing everything…I could just confirm that nothing is within my reach. Better be me.. than a girl to the world.
P.S. Girls I am sorry, This post is not intended to offend the feminine community, but I couldn’t stop laughing when I find certain things out and out silly.
Female quotient…
There are certain requisites one should have to be a girl..
Oh my!! My FQ is zero!! Often I speculate why at all my FQ is zero and I never try to improve either. I hardly take steps to improve my gender quotient… even if I take, they require strenuous efforts..So I leave them half way!!
What are the factors that determine a girl’s FQ ?
Wearing ornaments :
A girl should have an ear ring, a bangle , a neck chain and an anklet… Wuf!! Who found all these??
I don’t know why the feminine gender and ornaments are inseparable?? Or is it the society that makes them so?
Gold shops now have a look of grocery shops… People don’t mind to reduce the frequency of visiting grocery shops to increase the frequency of visiting Jewellery Shops!!
I literally don’t like girls being after these jewels.. I frown at my mom when she insists me on wearing such extra fittings. At times, I will better stay at home rather than wearing these and attending a marriage ceremony.
This requisite is out of scope………
Shopping Spree :
Shopping… I just go to a shop, look at what I want, choose it and come back... the total process will take only fifteen minutes. I really don’t know why girls take so much time to choose..they see almost 500 items before choosing one..and that one will be definitely ( I bet) the first one they saw. If I question my friends why they take this much time, they will hit me with a response’ Girls take quite some time, Not like you….’
Wuf! Next requisite…cleanly thrown out…
I should say, I spend lot of time in Archies or Odyssey, Becoz I just hunt for cards that suits the receiver exactly.
Sometimes it makes me think, a girl takes long time to choose her dress, but the time she takes to decide on her life partner, it just takes seconds… Highly contradictory.. Probably , I may not understand such things..they say it takes seconds to fall in love…
Soft handling:
Girls handle things softly. All arts which need patience are mastered by girls.. but na, I never sit and do something… I get bored.. painting, embroidery, stitching, rangoli, mehendi…nothing I knew…’Poo katta theriyama ena ponnu’…neighbourhood aunty…
Aiyo..Was it my mistake? I climb on our roof to pluck mangoes… I remove the web cobs in my home with the otadakutchi (ancient vacuum cleaner)…I drive long kilometers to get things for my home, I replace chokes in the tubelights, fix electric faults.. I was used to only such actions, which people say a boy is supposed to do….
And I remember a funny incident, a big grasshopper entered our hostel room, oh,there was a huge cry as if a panther had entered… I placed a chair on the cot, climbed up and slowly caught it and put it away through the window.
I was seen with an ugly look… ‘are you not afraid of it… we girls don’t like it ’
Err, wat does it mean?? Do they mean, becoz I caught it, I am not a girl..or? do they mean I like grasshoppers ??
This factor ….completely ruled out… I just can’t be always soft .
Making up:
Beauty and me..they are separate sets… they don’t interfere ..
I don’t want to get beautified artificially also...Never will I spend time with cosmetics. I just want to be neat and simple. The overall make up for me would be plaiting my hair and keeping a bindi on my forehead. Wuf, the struggle girls have, with dumb looks with all kinds of face masks( you are not supposed to talk if you wear a mask), the DOLLARS they spend for creams, lotions, the time they waste to just show off that they are looking good… All these create a sickness in me… I just don’t like to have the pain of making up..such a lazy spec I am… Another important activity a girl spends her time is painitng nails..I never understand the whole idea of painting nails.. Ah, the colours they choose sometimes, are very similar to the colour of the eyes of the snake lady in Pambu padams… The pain they choose to remove a colour, paint with a new one, give a second coating, wait for it to dry..just to make it matching to their dress that day, is really appreciable…
Afterall..this beauty fades away with time.. but my point is never sensible to anyone..they say that I am still pazhangaalam…
Toys:
Girls and teddy bears.. I was really shocked when one of my friends got a teddy for 3000 bucks, just to share a space in her bed. I get on nerves, when they exclaim ‘ oh..How Chweet!!’ My feeling would be , ‘ Soft toys are as tough as to manage wives, they get dirty, they occupy space , they are difficult to transport’.. Probably, my brain is too small to comprehend such funny things.. I was not brought up with Barbie dolls!!I was acquainted only with doll guns, cars etc when I was small..may be.. it was one of the reasons why I couldn’t accept teddies!
Soft mews (supposed to be conversations) :
Mobile Phone, A necessary evil… Girls talk nonstop…talk? I m sorry, The word would be mew..I doubt if the person on the other end will be really able to hear what she speaks… or will he/she would be answering based on assumptions… Bus travel to office- I often like to sit alone. Just to avoid unnecessary investigations… The whole travel would become a nuisance if only a girl comes and sits next to you. She takes the mobile , calls up X , talks (whispers really) something..I may hear the other person’s voice outside, but not her’s. I would give titles and awards to the person on the other end, yup, it’s great that X hears her in the midst of a beautiful song being played in top volume in the FM’s in buses.
Leave aside this, at least I could soothe myself thinking that her mobile has the capacity to convert soft mews to words!
But what about the subject of her talks? Oh ..how long would she speak? One day I was so curious to know what really they have on earth to speak so much, are they discussing about Kaveri issue or the terrorists attacks in Kashmir? Oh no, they talk about what chutney they can have for idly. Mm.. I just thought how I would speak, I hardly hear the other person’s voice , so I avoid talking while in buses. Even when I speak in a perfectly calm environment , my voice would never go below a certain frequency, even if it is Chidambaram secret.
Slippers:
High heels, thin strings , gaudy colors..the kind of shoes girls wear … I really wonder why to take so much pain to wear an equipment which is actually intended to prevent our feet from pain( thorns ,stones etc)..I just go for simple sandals, cut shoes whichever I feel comfortable with.. (though I have tough time to find slippers which fits me coz my feet is extremely large)..
But the norm is the more uncomfortable , the more better you are …
Hmm..There are so many other essentials which the world says a girl should possess … Analyzing everything…I could just confirm that nothing is within my reach. Better be me.. than a girl to the world.
P.S. Girls I am sorry, This post is not intended to offend the feminine community, but I couldn’t stop laughing when I find certain things out and out silly.
November 20, 2007
Variety is the Life(spice) of Life !!
I have always believed in this quote of Tennyson!
‘ The old order changeth yielding place to new & and God fulfills Him in many ways’
I love changes because I get bored very easily!
I remember in my school days..I will have almost all my subject books kept open on my study table.
You know why? I will get bored every ten min. So I will just skip from history to geometry, from there to light in physics, human physiology in Zoology..the order of shifting too changes every time… My mom will have a puzzled look seeing these many books on my table, sometimes it may turn to a spicy frown too…
But that change in my mom’s face too, I like, because I get bored if I see a loving face always….
Probably, my love for variety was observed by my mom n dad ..They kept me engaged always. I never had free time in my school days … kept running ..running.. know not why.. but all that I could sense was I did so many things..It doesn’t actually matter for me if I mastered in anyone of them… But that I knew a variety of activities…
Came College Life… The days before semester exam…they are just hell… I never had enough patience to study(oh,I m sorry,I never study, jzt read) that one subject in which I will have to spend the three hours the next day…
I will be Perplexed at the surroundings, every human I encounter will be having that one book in hand… Oh God! Why me ? I have fluid mechanics this hour, the next hour its going to be Heat transfer( irrespective of the fact that it may be of different semester subjects) …
How on earth people don’t get bored at all??? Of course, the Lecturers too …They teach the same topic for one full hour… !!!! And my notes would be a mixture… it would shift from the bird that sits on the tree nearby to the lady who goes in a pink sari ?
Chennai… Office canteens.. Oops..i just go there for the sake of.. Though everyday has a different menu… the same place.. the same environment.. it prevents my intake of food…. I tried to visit different messes that provide lunch..but that too did not pacify my love for change… I can visit one mess only once..
Mm …. I get bored of my love for change also
The peak of this boredom was reached when I asked my mom , ‘How can one live with a single person, seeing his face every day, for a lifetime??’ My mom was bewildered at this question … The anger in her eyes, oh my … I thought she would slap me… and my cheeks would turn red…
Though the question was not put with the same intention of what it literally means…. I just said so that it will make people laugh …but it turned to be a bad joke.
I gave thought to what I said ,later….
Is it for this reason , I say No to marriages?? Is it for this reason, I say No to a few who wants an Yes from me..??? oh no…the very thought gives me a disapproval from the entire folk around…
No..I don’t mean it really….
Because..
I like Shakespeare’s plays… as forever.. I don’t get bored … ( I read the same so many times)…
I hear Unni’s songs ….as forever… Hear it again and again …( I don’t get bored)…
I love my parents…. As forever… the same parents
I like thayir Sadam, Paruppu sadam… my mom makes(made) for me daily….
I watched Kutch Kutch Hota hai for nearly thirty times ( the count will increase too)…
There are few things in life which I like forever, they seldom tire me…
But often I love change …. That’s it… Is not variety the spice of life??? … After all.. it gives life to life!!
‘ The old order changeth yielding place to new & and God fulfills Him in many ways’
I love changes because I get bored very easily!
I remember in my school days..I will have almost all my subject books kept open on my study table.
You know why? I will get bored every ten min. So I will just skip from history to geometry, from there to light in physics, human physiology in Zoology..the order of shifting too changes every time… My mom will have a puzzled look seeing these many books on my table, sometimes it may turn to a spicy frown too…
But that change in my mom’s face too, I like, because I get bored if I see a loving face always….
Probably, my love for variety was observed by my mom n dad ..They kept me engaged always. I never had free time in my school days … kept running ..running.. know not why.. but all that I could sense was I did so many things..It doesn’t actually matter for me if I mastered in anyone of them… But that I knew a variety of activities…
Came College Life… The days before semester exam…they are just hell… I never had enough patience to study(oh,I m sorry,I never study, jzt read) that one subject in which I will have to spend the three hours the next day…
I will be Perplexed at the surroundings, every human I encounter will be having that one book in hand… Oh God! Why me ? I have fluid mechanics this hour, the next hour its going to be Heat transfer( irrespective of the fact that it may be of different semester subjects) …
How on earth people don’t get bored at all??? Of course, the Lecturers too …They teach the same topic for one full hour… !!!! And my notes would be a mixture… it would shift from the bird that sits on the tree nearby to the lady who goes in a pink sari ?
Chennai… Office canteens.. Oops..i just go there for the sake of.. Though everyday has a different menu… the same place.. the same environment.. it prevents my intake of food…. I tried to visit different messes that provide lunch..but that too did not pacify my love for change… I can visit one mess only once..
Mm …. I get bored of my love for change also
The peak of this boredom was reached when I asked my mom , ‘How can one live with a single person, seeing his face every day, for a lifetime??’ My mom was bewildered at this question … The anger in her eyes, oh my … I thought she would slap me… and my cheeks would turn red…
Though the question was not put with the same intention of what it literally means…. I just said so that it will make people laugh …but it turned to be a bad joke.
I gave thought to what I said ,later….
Is it for this reason , I say No to marriages?? Is it for this reason, I say No to a few who wants an Yes from me..??? oh no…the very thought gives me a disapproval from the entire folk around…
No..I don’t mean it really….
Because..
I like Shakespeare’s plays… as forever.. I don’t get bored … ( I read the same so many times)…
I hear Unni’s songs ….as forever… Hear it again and again …( I don’t get bored)…
I love my parents…. As forever… the same parents
I like thayir Sadam, Paruppu sadam… my mom makes(made) for me daily….
I watched Kutch Kutch Hota hai for nearly thirty times ( the count will increase too)…
There are few things in life which I like forever, they seldom tire me…
But often I love change …. That’s it… Is not variety the spice of life??? … After all.. it gives life to life!!
November 16, 2007
No or Yes ! Which wins??
She said ‘No’… in an insolent tone and rushed on her way.
That was a new forte taken form that day!
Till now, she pretended not to understand… pretended not to hear… but all in vain.
She had to take the decision to Say ‘No’ ..
She had to summon the courage in her to say ‘No’ finally…
She went along her way. Looked for her seat and settled finally...The compartment seemed deserted..there were twenty more minutes for the train to leave. She thought people might come in the last few minutes. Unusually, she disliked being alone.
Her memory rolled back to a few minutes before. She heard the question again… Her response sounded bold. Saying No was an art by itself. One needs lot of courage to deny with a plain ‘NO’.. She was always straight forward with a cut and right attitude, but when it comes to relations, she was little reluctant to say a straight forward ‘ NO’.. because she knows “A 'No' is a hard thing to say, and even harder to hear!”.She did not want the hearer to face it.
That’s the reason she had been delaying this NO for so long. But today, she wanted the drama to get over.. the screen had to roll down. She thought ‘No’ was a finality. It would end things.
He was not taken aback. He knew this would happen. Probably, he had all his courage summoned to hear this ‘NO’ ..For him, No was an art of escapism. Yes was a doorsill. For him, one needs a lot of courage to say ‘Yes’.
He was not discouraged, he knew he could catch anyone who escapes. That was his Forte.
‘Tea tea…’ She heard, ‘Oru Tea’ ..People had come …She didn’t notice in all her thoughts.
The train departed…
She was happy , she thought the curtain is down. A wave of relief washed over her..
He was happy. The curtain will be rolled up once again… he will hear an YES sooner or later….
YES or NO …which will win ? A storm around!
And now God is more couragoeus…
He will answer both YES and NO…
That was a new forte taken form that day!
Till now, she pretended not to understand… pretended not to hear… but all in vain.
She had to take the decision to Say ‘No’ ..
She had to summon the courage in her to say ‘No’ finally…
She went along her way. Looked for her seat and settled finally...The compartment seemed deserted..there were twenty more minutes for the train to leave. She thought people might come in the last few minutes. Unusually, she disliked being alone.
Her memory rolled back to a few minutes before. She heard the question again… Her response sounded bold. Saying No was an art by itself. One needs lot of courage to deny with a plain ‘NO’.. She was always straight forward with a cut and right attitude, but when it comes to relations, she was little reluctant to say a straight forward ‘ NO’.. because she knows “A 'No' is a hard thing to say, and even harder to hear!”.She did not want the hearer to face it.
That’s the reason she had been delaying this NO for so long. But today, she wanted the drama to get over.. the screen had to roll down. She thought ‘No’ was a finality. It would end things.
He was not taken aback. He knew this would happen. Probably, he had all his courage summoned to hear this ‘NO’ ..For him, No was an art of escapism. Yes was a doorsill. For him, one needs a lot of courage to say ‘Yes’.
He was not discouraged, he knew he could catch anyone who escapes. That was his Forte.
‘Tea tea…’ She heard, ‘Oru Tea’ ..People had come …She didn’t notice in all her thoughts.
The train departed…
She was happy , she thought the curtain is down. A wave of relief washed over her..
He was happy. The curtain will be rolled up once again… he will hear an YES sooner or later….
YES or NO …which will win ? A storm around!
And now God is more couragoeus…
He will answer both YES and NO…
Another Rambling!!
My silence was awkward…. Words when spelt took form only as an outburst of anger…. Who I am angry with? Why am I? Why should I be? Why do external factors pierce my reign? As typical ... Too many questions…
‘Each Chapter of life has to be closed, before a new chapter begins!! ’ Read it in a blog….
I was not taken aback, just shaken.
Sometimes the hardest punches in life take some time to sink in to the pit of your gut, only after which you think of emoting at all. As for that moment, I was just stoic about it….but then... it manifested in my mind …and gave too much thought to it…
Relationships…are they chapters of life? Am I closing each chapter as soon as I finish reading it? If I am … why am I doing so? If I am not, why am I understood to be so? Should I dig the case to find out why it is and why is it not?
While we run around with a heat of hope each day, we fail to pause and attend to few things…which might mean lots to others. Not that we don’t want to…just that we don’t realize that such things can make a difference.
I realized, somebody needs me, despite being me...
They are afraid if I may treat them as chapters of life…
They need my presence in their lives to be shown, whenever I get a chance to do so… So just concluded ‘Take care when it matters…’
If this is the side of the coin which has caught my attention so much…. What about the other side…? Am I expecting something from them too? Am I remembered enough? Am I shown that they love me enough? I really don’t know… But I hardly expect… rather it never happens! But then... I m often charged for forgetting people (which doesn’t actually happen) … Then will not a question arise, when was I remembered and cared for??
Mm…enugh! I have thought too much! Anger rules me… I want to pacify myself! What do I do? Share with someone? Shout at someone? Shout at myself?
No… I write…
Poetry, though it has nearly zero practical use is what makes language beautiful, life less painful.
John F kennedy says!!
"When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses."
So am I cleaned now??? I have to be… that’s the better option of life JJJ
‘Each Chapter of life has to be closed, before a new chapter begins!! ’ Read it in a blog….
I was not taken aback, just shaken.
Sometimes the hardest punches in life take some time to sink in to the pit of your gut, only after which you think of emoting at all. As for that moment, I was just stoic about it….but then... it manifested in my mind …and gave too much thought to it…
Relationships…are they chapters of life? Am I closing each chapter as soon as I finish reading it? If I am … why am I doing so? If I am not, why am I understood to be so? Should I dig the case to find out why it is and why is it not?
While we run around with a heat of hope each day, we fail to pause and attend to few things…which might mean lots to others. Not that we don’t want to…just that we don’t realize that such things can make a difference.
I realized, somebody needs me, despite being me...
They are afraid if I may treat them as chapters of life…
They need my presence in their lives to be shown, whenever I get a chance to do so… So just concluded ‘Take care when it matters…’
If this is the side of the coin which has caught my attention so much…. What about the other side…? Am I expecting something from them too? Am I remembered enough? Am I shown that they love me enough? I really don’t know… But I hardly expect… rather it never happens! But then... I m often charged for forgetting people (which doesn’t actually happen) … Then will not a question arise, when was I remembered and cared for??
Mm…enugh! I have thought too much! Anger rules me… I want to pacify myself! What do I do? Share with someone? Shout at someone? Shout at myself?
No… I write…
Poetry, though it has nearly zero practical use is what makes language beautiful, life less painful.
John F kennedy says!!
"When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses."
So am I cleaned now??? I have to be… that’s the better option of life JJJ
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