The Silence of My Voice

Things we do not expect happen more often than we wish. Anticipation of something that's never going to happen in your hopeful possibilities is the worst form of human torture. Ask a dying man his last wish. Seldom would you find one asking for nothing. Sounds hilarious, doesn't it? Someone dying with all their wishes fulfilled. And that's where the crux of it all lies. The entire gist of it comes down to letting go. We, humans, take immense pride in embracing what mutilates us. We're nurtured with the notion to endeavour whatever it is that we want till our last breath, and if we don't achieve it, die trying. I'm sure the grass is always greener on the other side, and when I reach there, I can see the weeds up close. Until then, I'll try watering my own premature grass. You'll be told to attempt harder, but none will appreciate if you find your own America. We are used to seeing results, but the effort is what we ignore. We brand those strong who try to...

Clamping on firmly to the reminisces suffocate them. Take it easy, take it slow. At times, even the most unencumbered flashes taunt the very essence of what was being. The reverting silence hurts. It wounds you. Surprising, and mocking you as well. Telling you weren't enough. The essentiality of it wasn't enough. Wait! Don't stop. Think, feel, think again. It wasn't worthless. Worthless defines a whole lot of life's otherwise created nuisances. Anything, but that. Shut your eyes. I know you still seek her. The mystery that she is, has kept you on your toes. Her irrelevance to whatever she did and said, drew you to her. Her way of talking in circles, and still establishing perfect sense for you withdrew your frowns. Wait, stop, look. She stood there. Aloof, amongst the crowd. As you were. But something about her made her mingle with the aliens enveloping her. She was all that was for you to foresee. And just as she brushed past you, her woody, fruity hint sent you on...

Too much creativity surrounding my life, eh? So, thanks to Ajay, who's created this award called Creative Blogger.  So following are the rules. 1) Okay, so since  Ajay  has been too kind to award me, I'm going to go ahead being modest and confess that I totally deserved it. LOL. Kidding. I really thank him for this. It's a major boost. Although I agree that I have been seriously not doing much to this blog, I promise to be back with a bang! =D 2) a. Three things about myself, I'm throw things when I lose my head. I never remember things I do when I feel sleepy. It's almost like I'm sloshed. I'm going to bed nowadays with my socks on.     b. Two things people don't know about me, I love Red Velvet Cake. I've started paying visits to salons.      c. I would want to change my hair. I cut them REALLY short          last summer, and it's about time I grow them back.    3) Okay, so...

All right! Befor anything else, I WILL post abou the amazing award Ajay rewarded me with!  Conference shizz going on in college. Three days of kickass shit. Yeah, I know, I promised to refrain from using any colloquial adjectives containing ass, but what the hell! Too many cool people in the surroundings.  College in an integral phase. You live it to grow, and know yourself. Knowing all categories of people, which is missing from school life, tells you a lot about yourself. Well more in the way of helping you realize them. I hate: Hypocrites. Passionately! I feel like beating the living pulp out of them each time they open their mouth.  Boy-crazy girls. I guess whoever it is, they're already aware, so I'm waiting to see the time when they drop dead themselves.  Irresponsibility. Beats the bloody shit out of my mind's calmness.  Confrontations. Worst. Thing. Ever.  People way too madly in love. Mean of me, I know. It just is. I'm sorry. Frustra...

I broke down yesterday at the end of the day. Bad, really bad. Hasn't happened in almost a decade. The way to extract all your frustration out, which has simply been piling up due to your own ignorance. Ignorance that keeps you protected from the world. Ignorance that doesn't permit you to evade your vulnerability to the world. The same damn ignorance that taunts your cynicism each day, telling you that you're breaking apart inside. Irresponsibility, negligence, unpunctuality, lies, choices, options, time, aloofness - everything is getting to the best and worst of me. It's leaving me irritated, and agitated, exasperated, ostentatiously angry and weepy. There could have only been two things - either I could have beaten everyone who came in front of me into a pulp, or wept - which I certainly did. Plus my foot refuses to be healed, over which days of constantly bending over your table has given me perennial body ache that just doesn't seem to go away. Case study submi...