The Heroes (Part 2)

Do read following before reading this...

http://ironiceuphoria.blogspot.in/2015/08/the-heroes.html#more 

THE SIDE STORY

Shakespeare, William Shakespeare proposed that, and I quote “All the world’s a stage and all the men and women merely players” when he said them he was telling you to choose you roles wisely. It depends on you, that you want to be a hero or a side artist. I gave quite a thought to that quote about what it could be and then I concluded that I’ll agree to disagree.

Every side story is someone’s lead story.

So, this is the story of “Mr. Side artist 1” for the sake of convenience let’s call him Saone (You know what I did there). Saone is well not an ordinary boy. Born in a lower class family in the rural areas of India he turned 17 a couple of days ago. Well he didn’t study well and so now he is unemployed but he finds seasonal jobs for the fulfillment of his very “quite so often” alcohol parties. He has a family but not a kind he lives with. His father is a labor worker and spends most of his time on sites. His mother tried all what she could to keep him at the right path but she couldn’t. And then there’s his other brother to whom he didn’t talk in ages and another 3 more brothers and 4 more sisters.

Now, our Saone guy is not a good guy. Starting from his first class at school he bunked almost all of them. He used to smoke pot, and “beeddi” with his other friends, he also does part time pick pocketing and female abuse. And well as charity begins at home he tried that on his sister and got caught, was beaten to death but well, well, there he is. A seed so poisonous that can rip off an entire farm, a start (of a movie) so bad that its end would take the entire industry down.

Now, Is Saone the hero of his own story? And then what I realized was such side stories are not even worth happening. What if Saone would not have existed? Will it be any trouble for Anjali or things will turn out in an entire different direction.

 

Stay tuned…

How to write Placement Status

So, campus recruitment drives, feels like big billion days of college. Discount on attendance and that damn competition for getting a job. Well, eventually some get it some don't. A person placed in a company with a hundred others like him from his own college and to be precise a 74999 more overall, when gets an average job feels happy and he should be because out of  1.5 million people like him graduating every year these 75K are the ones who at least are "placed". I think you people are now getting where I'm heading towards. An average graduate gets an average job and updates his status on a social networking, and its a good thing to do but its not what he did its the way he did, it was more like joey speaking french. So, here I am providing you all with the most exclusive tutorial of all time. Totally one of its kind

 How to write Placement Status

#PLACED #NameOFTheCompany
A useless quote on hard work or patience or being optimistic or I don't know just mix all these words and make a line by yourself. 
//Here's a fact now, out of every 100 who saw  your post, 80 pressed that like button, 30 were those who actually read it after the above two hashtags, out of those 30, 20 were placed with you and were searching their name in it so, this quote its something that no one will give a damn about. and I'm telling you if you would have read it a week ago you would have been like "WTF! Who does that!".//

Now, You start thanking people for their support. And of course you have to start with your parents for either supporting you or believing in you or trusting or giving you money and never asking where the fuck you've been spending it or you know just mix all these words and make a line by yourself. 
// There's quite a possibility that you're parents are not on the following social networking site and there's very very slight possibility that you haven't even told them yet. I mean results were announced, you got placed one thing led to another, you might have forgotten, no big deal. But, you got to thank them first because the day they'll create an account on this social hub and the day they'll actually see your post, the first person you thanked were them. Damn! they're lucky.//


After parents you can either thank your faculties or your friends, depending upon who taught you for hours, worked really really hard for you, answered your fucking stupid doubts. And lets just say you have faculties who do that so thank them but of course you won't know more then a couple of names, don't panic. You had seniors, remember!. So copy paste names from over there and mention each name with a tidy #.
//Well you could have thanked them in person but this would have a greater impact. They might not have realize how thankful you are when you actually say that right in front of their faces, your eyes looking straight into their eyes, your smile staring in their face. NO! this is not a polite way. You should tag them with a #Name and write good about them this will certainly make them feel very special that you took some time to actually type initial 4 letters of their name. Damn! you're good.//

Now comes the next category- Friends. I know you want to mention each of your friend and I know that too, whatever the fish I write here you'll do it. So, do it. Mention each every friend's name with our favorite # and forget why we actually it was used but does that really matter. You're placed.
// So in this race of mentioning more friends and getting placed the first thing is, you don't tag people and thank them for their support who haven't accomplished the latter. You remember those 20 people who didn't liked your post that was because they fucking blocked you. I mean there was this guy who didn't got placed and got tagged in a dozen of posts whose first line starts with #placed. Now, this guy spent an entire day attending phone calls of people congratulating him and he was telling all of them that he wasn't placed and at the end of the day was like, I am gonna fuck some serious asses today. But on some level he deserved it, because he was one of those who used to send these candy crush requests that Son of a bitch had a day.

 Now you need to end this shit you can thank some random friend of yours for his motivation because he/she randomly called you once on a random day turned out you had interview that day and that random conversation you had in your mind somewhere you feel like your entire interview was based on that 2 min of filthy crap.
After this use a #GodlyCatchyPhrase to thank god for making it come true because deep deep down your heart you always knew, with the load full of crap collected in your head since last three years only almighty can get you placed.

The Heroes

Crack of dawn, she, with her sleepy eyes stuck glue to her lower eyelid, sensed a force pushing her back and forth. She heard screaming. She was heedless to it. It was 6 in the morning, she was supposed to get ready for school. It had become a daily thing most of all now. Everyday the clock strikes 6 in the morning, their house would be no less than a wall street with the only difference, people shouting her name instead of I don't know whatever they shout at wall street. Her mother rolling her over and over again. Her pillow, blanket, and sometimes she herself were pulled out of the bed. A couple of hours of spent in healthy screaming over bathing, brushing teeth, breakfast, getting late, and everything that was supposed to be done but wasn't she was ready to take off to her school. She, the hero of our story, Anjali.

She turned 15 a couple weeks ago. Her birthday was much of a festivity. Being the first child and way too loved by her mother, people say she's her replica, but on  the other hand was her looks, just like her father, she had a cute, round over the edges and a dimply little face. As she grew, the sense of affection grew even stronger among the people around her. There were quite a bunch of people around her, two uncles & their wives and of course along with grandparents, they were about a dozen of people living together. And She being the first born equally loved by all. In fact she is someone who's everyone's favorite. Someone, people literally fight over. She from the day she was born became the most pride possession of her family and even her friends.

SHE

Well! The following collection of rhythmic words doesn't specifically deal with someone but with every single "SHE" reading these. I've been an admirer of Indian women since I understood, well I never exactly understood them, but since the time I was capable of trying to do so.


You might wanna know about my above stated skill, interested  people visit-
http://ironiceuphoria.blogspot.in/2013/10/charismatic-her-breeches-it-was-misty.html

Being a "Being" of 21st century and also being a liberal youth, I'm comfortable with the idea of youngsters falling in love and adoring her beloved. But well, this haven't served the best for most of the 'Guys' out there, resulting in their acts of desperation causing a lot of trouble to the opposite community i.e. 'girls'. So, the piece of literature below, in no way cure, prevent, or help anything stated above, this was something I wanted to say. Pun intended
To summarize
You can read this creation, considering the type of reader you may be I'll be giving you a perspective for reading it. "Identify your category"

• A- You are a person belonging to the female community, Please mam do enjoy it. Its for you, form the person you think, adores you the most.
• B-  You're a guy and well lets just say committed or in a MUTUAL love kind of relationship. Consider this is from you to her.

• C- Well You people need to understand it the most.All my Single guys buddies out there, if you are one of this, with due respect, adoring or admiring a women is totally a worthy stuff, I mean that's just great, if she accepts it, bingo. But, If she doesn't you don't make her do it. I mean, you saw a girl, you liked the way she looked, you might wanna stare at her for a long time, you can. You might wanna even touch yourself (I believe you shouldn't but), sure you can. but dude you don't follow her, you do not force her to talk to you, and well you know everything you do to get her, DON'T. people who belong to C category but never did such stuff, OK good.

But wait! Well who am I to say, I just wanted a little chit chat before i put up my creation. So, forget everything I said, It doesn't concern this. Enjoy reading

P.S.- People wondering about my category, keep wondering!

 SHE

I glare the nights of her curly stripes,
and succumb to death on her little wish.
The hopes were filth, expectations were guilt,
in my utopia, I was her little world.
 Slum, sluggish & sober was my life so far,
Yet i stood in a place, Seemingly Bizarre.

I stare the silver lines leaving her calm lashes,
finding their way & cutting through her cheeks,
they drop like Niagara, on her fragile feet.
I get too close, to see her rose,
like a bud on a cloudy day.
She looked at me with a silent gaze,
In a hope of a shining ray.

The Vanilla Dragon

It was a fine sunny day. Quite a hectic day as well. Sometimes, when we're too calm to differ, we just stare at stuff and we find very fascinating scenery walking around. I discovered something of this sort when I came up with this piece of literature. Sitting on the window seat of a bus, a 100 kilometers to travel.

THE VANILLA DRAGON

 

Facing to the sky were two sleepy eyes,

Riding in a bus, fascinating inside.

Staring through the window,

to a snowy creature, up the valley

a little ahead and there it was,

the never ending rally.

 

White, High, Uptop and Dense,

 lets just say, certainly immense.

That tail went down,

to the blue shining hay,

burning with black,

was its tip turned grey.

Strong and Stout just like a Steed,

those eyes turned wide, staring with greed.

On its feet held flat,

& the knees bent down,

it was seemingly above,

from the utopian ground.

Out of the league, were his hands too short,

pointing a Fish or something of that sort.

He had no fingers,

but a snowy little claw.

His head up high,

with a mesmerizing jaw.

 

Fire or snow or maybe water it threw,

but it had no eyes to see that view,

Staring it from behind,

was a bleat little tom (Cat),

 standing on the aisle. he was,

getting ready for a prom.

And then the winds picked their pace,

the scenery we had started loosing its grace.

Everything scattered in a thick lake of white,

lost in vanilla was our charming Dragonite.