Pyar ek dhoka hai (Valentine's Day Special)

It was a small apartment with a bunch of people in there. A lot of noises coming out of the front door.
Shhhh!! One of them raised a hand and said, you're gonna get us out of the society.

Everyone fell still for a second and started discussing rather debating whether MBA is the ultimate career choice.
She was about to say something.. I think..
When a hand showed up right in front of her face and he said, You be quiet! I'll take it over from here.

She's used to being cut off by him during conversations. It's a way by which he protects her from being proved wrong by other people. You don't know how to talk to people, or what to say and when to say you'll make a fool of yourself, he used to say.

They've been together for 3 years now. Fighting their own battles and fighting each other too.

He never felt much like talking on the phone for hours but he had to. He used to scroll through his phone with his earphones on just to get past that daily 1 hour call before she sleeps.

He used to think if he's really in love or it's just something he has to do just to get laid. He wasn't sure if he knew what love was.

Their entire life was revolving around each other. All they used to do was hang out with each other.
She did all she could just to be with him while he was still trying to understand what actually love is.
I believe I should put in all efforts and not expect she used to argue

She used to take care of everything he didn't like. From her attire to food habits, her time at work, even her thoughts revolved around his interest.

3 years into the relationship sometimes she used to doubt her mere existence as an individual.
At some point she has sacrificed her family too just to take care of his ego.

It's been a year since then,
She was thinking all about how immature she used to be.

 She's an independent women now. She can take her own decisions.This marriage is one of those.

She looked into the mirror, her dress looked amazing.

She knew her husband is nothing like him.

#PyarEkDhokaHai...
#NikalLeBetaMaukaHai

Random jibber-jabber

Hey please handle my phone carefully it's 30 thousand bucks. 

I got a new bag just for 4 thousand

What would you know, have you ever been in an international flight?

Well I don't care if it's 2000 I'm buying it

Yeah! I know these chola tastes great but it's nothing like what I had in Dubai, when I visited it, Dubai! I visited , Dubai!

Who shows off Visiting Dubai right? Dude I've been to Australia and I must tell you I'm not gonna show off about it. Even though I stayed in a 5 star hotel and travelled business class.

He's obviously rich look at his spects, atleast 8 thousand it must be, Ray Ban

Sounds familiar? Is it you or the guy next to you ? Ever heard any of these or said something like this?

In the age of advancement we live in, we're somehow programmed to stereotype people based on the money their parents have Or the place where they belong to or the language they speak.

And I'll be lying if I'd say I'm not a part of this vicious instinct of stereotyping people.

And who are we kidding we are all money minded people. And everyone's showing off the money they haven't even earned and in some cases money they don't even have.

I wasn't finished learning all the Hindi words yet and somehow NOT knowing Hindi is the new status symbol. A very much known class of people who feel superior to others just because they don't know the language of their own nation.

Well, if you look closely to a typical conversation between people whether its a couple of friends, lovers, or colleagues you'll find a real life Santa-Banta joke. Each trying to demean other showing off or just disagreeing to what one says. A conversation at work is basically a highly encrypted exchange of information/view/opinion which would be framed very precisely as it passes on from one ear to another.

Whether you're in school or college or office or in a train or at a bus stop, the truth is you're being judged at every moment. The way you stand, walk , talk, your ideas, your dress up and we are all a part of this we pass our judgement about someone based on the way we want them to be. 

From the age of 18 to 28 all sorts of problem most of us have could be solved with money: How to get a girlfriend? How to get into a decent college? How to buy Royal Enfield? How to earn more money? How to feel good about oneself?

Yes! the answer to everything from the day you start living to the day you die: Big Bucks

And then you grow up and realize now the question is; Do you have money?

And the answer ironically is another question: How much?

From showing off the money you haven't earned you end up showing off the money you did earn. Or in some cases it's just a legacy passed on. 

But are we meant to do this? Or in the fear of losing the race we think life is we just find ways to make ourselves feel better.

When you have to sit in a cubicle for an entire day with nothing to do you start observing people, their actions, reactions, and what not.
And you start thinking all sort of crap.

Is this going to change?
Or is it the way it's always gonna be?
And then you look at your family, relatives, friends, their family and their friends, and random people walking on the road and random people sleeping on the road,
And realize...
It's never gonna change.

P.S.- That's what a motivational speech to earn money and start working hard sounds like.
Self five

The Truth Teller

                       Change-O-Phobia

With the development of intellectual stability in a human mind we begin to understand and create hypothesis of our own. However, being a part of a country with several languages,  religions,  and beliefs we are induced with the regressive beliefs followed by centuries of generations scared of a very basic procedure "Change"

Change in each form is resisted and is objectionable even if someone else does it.  We come from a lovable society  all that, what's wrong is with the things we love like infanticide, dowry or you know 33 crore gods.

We say we are democratic we have our basic rights reserved but somehow we are slaves to our own "Culture".  Now It might sound hard to hear but keeping all those sentiments aside "Society (comprising of our relatives) isn't always right".

We belong to a generation who grow a conscience of their own at a very early age and believe in the concept of change. Whether it's the right to choose our own life partners or the ability to believe in any form of God we reserve our rights to do so.  However this is considered as an influence from Western culture and is resisted in every possible way by our Change-O-Phobic society.

All that matters is we're lagging socially.  There's an entire generation that's living a life from several generations back and then there are we people who are willing to move forward.

We need a changeable society. 
"When a lot of people start believing in the same thing it is assumed to be a fact but if there's more people who believe in the contrary, creates alternate beliefs. "

Because,
"Rigid thoughts lead to Concrete decisions. And change is nothing but a series of correct decisions. "

How to get a "Girlfriend". (What not to do)

CHAPTER 2

You might also wanna read http://ironiceuphoria.blogspot.in/2016/11/how-to-get-girlfriend-what-not-to-do.html

This chapter is a story about a guy who fell for a girl and got her.
It all starts with that day when he first saw her on a bus stop she was walking with a couple of her friends and totally minding her own business. The moment he saw her, he felt that someone has stepped right on his heart, he felt a little pain going through his chest right down his spine it was weird and beautiful But soon he realized it was his friend who had punched him right there. (I know, bad joke right?). His friend just asked him to check her out to which our guy had the classic "Bhabhi hai teri" response which eventually means he is in love.

A week passed and everyday he used to stare at her in all possible ways which was not making her uncomfortable, like at all. she used to think, Wow! strange guy staring continuously without blinking its like a dream come true. (Certainly not a good one).

The next day when she was passing he said something gross about her and started singing a song about how she should do stuffs he would like and they should go somewhere alone and do stuffs nobody would get to know of. (You'll never figure out the song). Ironically the girl liked the fact that he tried to embarrass himself and was trying to show off his so low self esteem that she agreed to go out with him but eventually it didn't work out and they'd have to break up.

So, one day when our guy was all high and drunk, he was out with his friends who were also drunk and high. Somehow they got to talking about how the girl broke his heart and how sad he was since then, and that he had to drink and do nothing all day but lie around which was almost similar to what he used to do before but now it's different because now he has someone to blame it upon. During all of this discussion someone had the craziest idea, "Why don't you call her and abuse her".
 The most manly thing one could ever think of (of course that's the penis talking) was calling a girl after drinking and getting rid of your frustration.

Now, for all those who find this story stupid or gross or unreal I appreciate you.
Yes, the story of this guy is nothing but stupid & gross & unreal but what's that's real is whether you're a guy or a girl that we all have seen a guy like this and we've all witnessed such incidents and did nothing about it. So, next time you meet someone like this tell them in high pitched and clear words,

LESSON 2:  Don't be that guy. Every single statement in this story is something you shouldn't do if you want to get a girlfriend.

What If?! (A Tiny Tale)

That night there was an epiphany.
He had a cricket match against Pakistan the next day.
He stopped for a bit and a couple of minutes later made a ISD call again on the same cellphone number.
"Yeah?! What happened?" she asked worryingly.
He thought for a moment and consciously asked, "Will you marry someone whose life is of a size of kit bag?".

A heartbeat skipped. She gasped and replied with joy, "Yes. Of course you idiot! I've been waiting for you to say this for so long!"

And this time it was a slightly different MSD story than the one we all know about.

Its an alternate route which could have been possible for MSD's life. May be he couldn't stop the mishap which was going to happen the next day, but he could have definitely saved himself from the burden of not saying what she wanted to hear.
Often there are times in our lives when we don't say what we are meant to. We make decisions we regret later. We get succumbed either by our ambitions, routine, obligations, responsibilities and what not. In this chain of events we sometimes forget what makes us happy and what will actually stay with us.
But having those choices made already, we later think what could have been possible if we took the alternate route.

"What if I didn't opt this route?"

"What if I simply trusted my instincts and went with the flow to say it all?"

More than anything else, we regret that we made someone wait to hear those words and one day we realize that its too late now.
When we go through this line of thought, we learn a lot about the tricks life plays with us.

The tiny story depicted above asks us to be reciprocative and too believe in our intuitions. If it feels right, why wait? Trust me, there will never be a time when you feel you're ready for it. The point is to say what you feel before it's too late.

English Vinglish

This post is strictly meant for humor and if you find it offensive in any sense please stop doing such stuff that I get to make fun of you.

BASED ON REAL EVENTS

I know the title here is copied but I haven't seen the film and this post would be nothing like it.
We live in a country of 22 official languages English being one of them. I know it and I'm self aware of the fact that I am no master of the language neither I'm going to mock those who aren't that good with it. But, somehow from various incidents that I've witnessed, I have got this idea that we aren't just communicating in English we are defecating in it too.

So, all I'm gonna do is point out some stuffs we say to sound 'cool' on a daily basis and make fun of those who do it.

We people do a no. of experiments and a lot of various stuffs to sound KEWL, however, I do not understand that what's so kewl about WrItiNg LiKe ThIs As If YoUr CaPsLoCk Is MaStUrBaTiNg.
May be there's a lot I do not understand but I do understand that the primary task of a language is to communicate and how I understand but you speak in words jumble my feel like me head struck in someone's large fucking ass.

Social media is a hub of people trying to pretend what they are not and failing it pretty bad at it. I feel sad for people who are struggling so hard that one day they wake up and had to post something like:

Also you get to witness a series of epic fails where all people like me would do is sit back stare at it and smile.

Enclosing I'd like to say I don't even know why I posted this. These are some weird stuff from my head I observe and pass away.

People reading this, I have a serious request to make,

Next time when you see someone showing off their not so cool swag and you find it pretty sick and crappy, please DUNN do anything

Sit back, stare and smile.

Weird post signing off.

Stay tuned

How to get a "Girlfriend". (What not to do)

CHAPTER 1

Just a couple days back I came across this article which explained a dozen different  ways to get me a 'girlfriend'. And well, I read a couple of them and realized we're all being fooled by such people. So, here I am with a real time and practical approach on "How to get a Girlfriend".

Consider there's this single, desperate & horny guy who wants to get a girlfriend so bad that he googled this How to get a girlfriend and first line as a reply google gave was, "Ask her to be your girlfriend."

So, we people are quite followers of google you know we just follow it blindly. Google was like listen there's more to it but he's like "tune bola na bas, kaam ho jayga".

So the next day our guy went straight on to her and asked her to be his girlfriend as if he was asking for Syska LED. ( And i quote... 'Ask for syska'). 

And I'd be not writing this if the dating culture I've seen was this simple.

Let me give you the real picture now.

our single horny guy who has got a crush on a girl ,wait.. that doesn't sound right!.. Yeah, here it is;

Our single horny guy who has got a crush on the profile picture of a girl tends to commence a "GF-BF" relationship with the actual girl guess what did he does first, he went to a group of his other single and horny guy friends and brags about how good the profile picture is.

OK, if you think that doesn't make any sense, listen to this.

Then all these other single guys form an alliance with a sole mission to get their brother like friend the love of his life, the profile picture. Now, every master plan to get a girlfriend I've known, starts from facebook followed by instagram and if this chain successfully ended at whatsapp guys could hear " I'm gonna get laid" bells. 

And then one day our guy gathers the courage to send her a message on the contact number he acquired from official database and the moment she replies the "bhabhi" word starts to catch up and all sorts of arrangements are made, plans are commenced starting from her birthday to new year and valentines day.

For all those people out there who're wondering what happened, the profile picture of the girl said, "WHO'S THIS?"

So, this bring us to the conclusion;

LESSON 1: If you've done anything stated above I have just one strong recommendation for you. DON'T.
And for all those who were smart enough we've a lot in the closet for you.

Stay tuned

The Heroes (part 4)

Do read following before you read this..

http://ironiceuphoria.blogspot.in/2016/06/the-heroes-part-3.html

Introduction to the new world

As the door closes behind her, Anjali locked herself in her hostel's bathroom as her roommate walked in. It was late night almost 2 AM. She had her phone with her and she scooched herself in a corner. Her roommate, divya, banged the door a couple of times, and sat on the bed staring furiously at the door. Divya was Anjali's friend since last 3 years. A couple of years from school and her roommate from last 4 months they had a great time together. However the fact was that divya was a physopath. She suffered from obsession and sincere need to control over people's life which eventually made her violent when she couldn't achieve that and hence was the scenario stated above.

Anjali with her phone was scared and so texted one of his closest friends Nihal. Nihal was anjali's college buddy and best friend. In times of trouble all anjali used to do is text nihal and they used to talk all sorts of crap. the instant nihal texted back the conversation which made her forget that she was sitting in a bathroom with divya on the door but they slided over to another imaginary world of their own.
{NO! Neither Nihal nor Anjali were in love. This would not turn out to be a love story at any point of time. They shared a scacred bond people refer to as friendship.}
And so, their senseless talks went on for hours and couple of hours passed away, divya was asleep and so did anjali after going back to bed.
The next morning everything was fine. Divya wasn't drunk anymore, Anjali wasn't scared and Nihal was ready to go to college to meet Anjali once again.

Its weird how people you trust the most turns out to be the ones who'd be willing to exploit you for what they feel is right. Anjali is unaware of everything that's real but believes to live in a world where everything can be fixed and what can't be fixed could be escaped by engaging herself in something else, Nihal who was unaware what was he stepping into. On the other hand there was Divya about her there will be an entire story. Anjali who could have just abandoned divya the day she met her chose to stay, tolerate and tried to make her a better version of herself which will lead to lessons she'll(anjali) learn the hard way.

So to know what happens now and It'll be pretty soon this time, all you gotta do is

Stay Tuned

The Truth Teller (2)

 THE PERFECT "White"

Staring at a blank page I was fascinated by the clarity of my blank brand new notebook. A blank white page. So white that it could charm your eyes and could gather your undistributed attention. may be that was the entire role of using such white. Yet a yellowish tint was visible. And so, I bought another notebook costlier that the previous .Wow! that was fascinating. Staring at the clear skin of its pages a slight bluish tilt was observed. And over & over again I bought a million similar books and looked for the white a million million times. Mesmerized by what I realized I couldn't digest but admit, even though every copy had what I was looking for all I could see was that little tilt towards what's not white.

Being a non-believer in the entire concept of praying before idols myself, I realised that we all have something godly within us, its our mind that doesn't allow to make us look past what's not white.
#TheTruthTellerSays In real life, there exists no perfect white just like there exist no perfect god. All you have to do is get past what's not white & you'll see all that is true and all that is godly in human.

Of course there's a lot I haven't said yet but that's the beauty of comments people. If you have any questions/queries/problems you want to be answered, just write them below and get to know what the  #TheTruthTellerSays.

The Truth Teller (1)

The Difference Between 'Good' & 'Bad'

Walking down the street, I just came past this quote and I’ve heard it a million times before, yet again somehow in the midst of my path these words just hit me like a truck. A girl in her early 20s, screamed; “Why do Bad things always happen to good people”. Now, I just turned back to look at her face and couldn’t resist to answer but I couldn’t. The thing is, we, humans are very circumstantial people. Same words carrying same context and a similar meaning would “mean” totally something else when said in two different circumstances. Coming back to what is good and what is bad.

 Nothing that happens around you is good or bad. It’s circumstantial and highly subjective. Same thing could be good for you but bad for someone else. Let’s just say there are two people, one super smart and gifted and other hard working and dedicated stood against each other in a competition. Yet a third guy who’s got connections in ministry won. Is it a bad thing? Let’s talk about the third opinion here. If being hard working or being gifted is a talent having connections with people is too a virtue. Human have adapted this tendency to somehow melt & reform everything as per their good & bad. Of course I don’t support the fact that hard workers and gifted people shouldn’t win but somebody else winning for any cause isn’t bad.

So people #TheTruthTellerSays, let’s just cut the prejudice and start living like everything is good and was meant to be.

Of course there's a lot I haven't said yet but that's the beauty of comments people. If you have any questions/queries/problems you want to be answered, just write them below and get to know what the  #TheTruthTellerSays

The Heroes (Part 3)

Do read following before reading this...

http://ironiceuphoria.blogspot.in/2015/08/the-heroes.html#more
And..
http://ironiceuphoria.blogspot.in/2015/12/the-heroes-part-2.html

The Intersection

From the last two episodes you might know who are Saone and Anjali. Saone is a spoilt brat and anjali is the most beloved and the virtual heart of a traditional family.

Anjali who's 15 now and is a part of a cultural society whereas saone who's 17 and well is a obligation that the society has to carry along.

Anjali would have never met Saone if there wouldn't have been that one day...

"Vijayadashami also known as Dussehra"

As the wiki would say..

On this day Rama killed Ravana, who had abducted Rama's wife Sita to his kingdom Lanka. Rama, his brother Lakshmana, their disciple Hanuman and an army fought a battle to rescue Sita. The story is recorded in the Hindu epic, the Ramayana.

 The day would end up with a little something in Anjali's life..

It was late evening almost everything went to dark but not the crowd in the Dussehra maidan of the city which was fully packed with almost the entire city waiting to see the "ravan dehan". It was one of those years when the municipal party had just won and they were celebrating their wisdom along with the festival by spending a huge sum, on the phenomenon which was about to start. And then it started what I'd say is burning of a wooden cracker filled statue leading to emission of rigorous sound & smoke creating huge flames of fire and hence grabbing everyone's still attention for the next 10 minutes.

Anjali among the crowd was mesemerised by the view of that sky high statue bursting to flames, A couple minutes passed when she felt her heart pounding as hard as possible, even after being pushed over & over by the crowd she couldn't take her eyes off the scene. Soon she somehow realized it wasn't the ravan dehan making her heart pound, and for the next couple of moments she almost fainted when she saw that it wasn't even the crowd that was pushing her back & forth, it was some guys hand right on his chest . Everything happened so fast that she couldn't react at that moment and was numb to what happened with her eyes filled and her body glued. Somehow she got off him and turned around to see who was he and felt this unbearable pain on her chest and before she could look the hand was lost among a number of cruel faces staring at her.
Her father who was right behind her buying those fabricated weapons didn't even knew what happened.

Scared and shocked, Anjali somehow get backs home. Too scared to talk to her parents about what happened all she did was swallow everything & move on.

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A couple of years passed and anjali turned 22. 

And I believe you all must have figured out why was it named "The Intersection"  all those who haven't. There's a hint... "Saone was a side story".

And Of course to know what happened next...

Stay Tuned

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.

I'm Coming Home

Human are the most vulnerable creatures of society, physically as well as emotionally. They are more of a safety seeking but not facing forces type animals. Well, most of the animals in fact at some extent all the existing mammals are of those type, they seek for protection. And the only place where one can find unconditional peace, somewhere one can actually feel like home is, "HOME" itself.

This melody below is nothing but a story or a routine day of a mammal that usually squeaks, to be more precise a mouse. Who does everything he loves, and needs to when he's in the outer world but gets its feel of security when it gets "home" 

SQUEAKING DELIGHT

Speaking's too heavy may be that's why thou squeak,

Keeping you heads steady no where thou lead,

Hiding behind the things all around,

Thou struggle a lot to avoid that sound

thou carve, when you run to surround,

Walking's not what what you really know,

Your pace is in your pockets,

With your buttocks on the belt,

But when nothing works well,

You ought to crock it.

However, It proves to be of no help.

Those stiff and stubborn hairs all the way,

From your squeezing little nose,

To those tiny little feet,

Thou smell like cheese as what the say,

Your tails's pointing them,

you're in a bit haste

But you're out of that dope,

Thou have no time to waste.

Peeping from behind, of a sugar coated Mallow,

Thou took your bite and no time to swallow,

The belly beneath when touched the floor,

Thou ran away from the next door,

To a place where peace resides in the walls,

And the fear of death never walk through the hall,

  May be it's not too large where one can fit,

But the most safest place ever for thou, 

" a pit"

Rhythmic Harmony

NOCTURNE

The sound of silence was on its peak

The night was on fire, & the moon was weak

Air blew with a soft touch, but hard and slow

The sky was dark but with a grayish glow,

The king of night was dim, pale white,

His treasure was lost & faded behind,

Those immense warriors of rain have again, won the fight

The trees were sad, & their leaves were down,

Their shining pearl was ready to touch the clumsy ground,

For a moment, everything took rest

The sky lost all what he had,

Those pebbles and pearls

Were the sign of a holy zest

Because the huge hearted, the almighty, the king,

Was throwing pebbles on the wall,

And with that came those showers and rains,

The sound of silence, was just lost in wane.