Being Rheotoric

Heylo people! kem cho?
Well this post is really very different from the posts till now .. Simple and confession wala post!

Often its seen that the people who try being different and unique often stumble a lil and end up copying things.And the originality is lost in the hassle crowd . There are enough confusions in the world and thus its practically impossible to dole out your lost origin in the kill throat stampede .

Personal history : 

 

So did something of similar sort occurred to me. Since the age of 9 , I had a hobby of dominating others by using sophisticated words , stolen from the conversation from the oldies or our very own dictionary. But as I grew older , there was no such thing prevailing. Since my 15th birthday , days after which my language teacher had given me an assignment stating that she would prefer one with better vocabulary. The lazy hobby now was high on heels and I dug out words as much as I could . And she liked it as well.Then this turned into an obsession in the later quarter of my high school.

Signs and symptoms :

 I wrote blogs with more Euphemism and verbiage . As I had a theory in mind that better words can yeild better attention . So I kept dictionary by my side, and added an additional tab with thesaurus in my computer .I went on and on writing poetry , experiments , experiences with the best of the vocabulary . Soon , I got more and more satirical with the language power I had attained .
Treatment :

In my case , the treatment was not required . The disorder healed all by itself and got to normal . Things can't stand long merely on the foundation of extravagance and loose pillars. Similarly you can't entertain people merely by showing off your skills , get a concept , represent it well .Then you would be a writer.I happened to read an old post of mine , the vocabulary was so fantastic but I could hardly yeild anything out of the post mainly because I had forgotten what they actually meant, and referring the dictionary for every alternate word was a tedious job.

Unanswered part :

Shakespear who has had zillions of fans and readers, how did he get it ? I mean there were many other novels who had better novels with simpler text rather than the typical " Thy , thou , brethren , beseech " etc
May be because he was a man who had each of his finger in dipped in a totally different pie. Fame not only highlights your strength but also your hobbies as epics which don't actually deserve the title.

Now I guess enough of humbleness and negativity for today.
Take care
have a good time.
Be different.
Not a showpiece!
Have your talent
exploit it yourself before others do !
Good Bye !

Creepy poetry

My freaky head wakes me at night 

And expects me to sit n rhyme

I said there is nothing freAky left out to think

It got me a word before i could wink

3am one word poem was an awful idea

I retorted saying that i am not yet a certified chemist to present you a drug for ur vomit n diarrhoea 

I agreed for a change 

Outpatient was the word of rage

Then i started the senseless poetry 

with outpatient in my memory

Like a dual faced missionary  

the patient at doctors door 

getting himself mad enough to roar

Both were pathetically conditioned souls

Given the same name yet a different role

 claims  enough capital 

 Abusing each other which seemed to be very lethal

Tranquil mind

Enjoy and let enjoy!
Haha! This is surely going to be the headline of most of the posts from now on !

In the first year of my graduation , I was more apprehensive , apparently a female who could believe any nasty cooked up story from any female , most of them even though came out to be true.

But as I passed on my first year ,
a gushing dose of adrenaline got into my soul ,
It was only one ghissa pita dialogue moving in my head
It's now or never !
And I found it to be true, instead of joining the gossiping clique I resolved to be more insane , loud , dominating yet bewildered character .

To my surprise , I found myself being noticed in every corner of the college .

 In fact I got booked for a crime ( exaggerated ) which was just a speck in the name of it.
I slowly changed the sense of my fashion , and girls stared ( I tell u , even boys don't stare at u that way ) at me like witches with a broomstick ready to cast their spell and turn me into a stinky rat or  *^%%. !!!
Well ! So , enough of this .. Then the faculty in my campus ! Woohoo! I was being noticed by them as well... I quaked answers and PJ's like duck quacks non sense much to my friends disgust ...

One fine day , My conscious wished me ... Happy realisation day !

Well after some much of glitz and gloom! I got back to my room. Got more weirder yet groomed . Decent and well spoken dude. But the world , bad bad world you know , they never let you be the way you are , you are either elevated or depressed . Depression is not my cup of tea / coffee/ Pepsi. I believe in optimism , elation and splendour ! I do bother about what people think, but after the mild transformation followed by retrogressive transformation , the magnitude of botheration about what people think has reduced . Leaving me more decisive and productive!


So basically if there is a change , it's for the best !

Girl life -Banana life!

Enjoy and let enjoy!
Usually , the caption above turns outto to be the footer of my blog ... But this time there is al lil change in the concept because there is lil change in the topic discussed !

Hmm... This time I was left wondering about feminism ... The way it's exaggerated the way it's over rated . The under estimation it faces , the low gaze it faces...
So all in all its more like a topic not totally understood
Again, no philosophy intended ...
But I was left with thoughts of what people actually thing about a women

Male point of view
Banana I 'd say!

Waits for it to grow up ,
Are tender to it when it's hard, pamper it make it harder
As it grows it itself turns tender , attractive , not innocent always ...
There are many merchants in line to get hold of it
As far as its in a bunch it's safe
But if it falls down then its into all pests

Then the attractive tender bunches move by caravans to the market and are sold at best of their price...
Then the buyers again are of different types
Ones who value it , eat it ( the same way )

Some preserve it , prickles( you see )
Some leave it unprotected ( leaving it to insects , herbivores)
Some owe it to god ( fate as above)

As the leftover ones age , they develop spots ...
Some are used for generation of new ones
While some out of envy pass on the spots to the rest
While some are left to rot with foul smell and decay !

I hope you get the comparison what I m trying to make up here...

Thank you
And as for the usual bottom line I'd say

   Get the best out of the time when you have got it..
   Don't try to save it
   You get nothing out of it
    Use it
    It's more like flowing stream of water ,
     It's gonna flush out
     even if you don't use up the water
     And end up in the same lake with filthy stuff

  When you are in your youth get the best out of it !
Zindagi na milegi dobara!