Gen Y

You can call them opinionated
You can call them judgemental
They are simply multidimensional
You cannot ignore their opinion
They never fail to air their views
They are never boring but direct
They are not static
They are on their toes
They have selective memory
They are iconic
They work in tandem
They have incredible potential
They are here to stay with lots to say


They are approachable
They are remarkable
They are unapologetically flamboyant
They are always dynamic
They are extremely stylish
They truly live life king size
I am referring to the youngsters
They are nearly about to rule the technology
They are just 21 year old , so life has all times
They have all brand new luxuries

Earlier there was a stereotype of how intelligent people looked like
Oldies had serious look on their face all the time.
They live their life on their own terms
They are not shy
They are not transparent
They are Hippocrates at times

They have a party image
They say Seriousness now has nothing to so with success
It's no guarantee to success
If you don't have a party and are more subdued
Certainly is not a recipe of increased take hold value
They don't defend the middle aged group
This lifestyle platform which becomes increasingly relevant in youth india .

They have a voice on social media that's heard adequately
They succeed or fail miserably
The critics are the middle aged not even the old age groups
The criticism gets synonymous with the youth

They try to standup for proper accountability and governance
They are not poor as the world thinks

I am referring to my fellow youngsters , they are not just this but a hell a lot more !

Enjoy and let enjoy!

Party chaos

Count on those

"Nothing is original , everything is sauced from something else. There is always a reference point." Said Emraan Hashmi , an actor , notorious for his obscene movies . But hey , if you get to pick a good thing  , the source may be from anywhere. If you had topographical ly located diamonds , you get to know there's a dump yard on the surface ,you get the crane in no time , clean , dig , get your diamonds.sa e is the case , search for the positive , trash the negative aspects.

So , back to the title , I sauced it from a mommy of some toddlers who put her frustration on her blog about how disorganised her life is after childbirth. I've added my spices to it to make it  "an edible saucy spiced up recipe". That is the basic idea of the blog derived from a good English woman's blog.

Most of the time my life is a " beautiful mess." Despite my best efforts, it is crazy, chaotic and absolutely unorganized. Attending parties since my late teenage has turned just way too stressful, and I try to present myself perfectly neat , it was a bit easier in the initial stages of my college . Currently, at this stage in life is impossible and overwhelming because my books ganged up on me, and my life and time are no longer my own. I sit think over it ,a week in advance ( party ) . I virtually scan my cupboard , imagine my self wearing a particular dress .

There are certain parameters to be kept in mind before you wear a dress  like your current figure , your complexion , the tan , the skin break outs , pimples , dark circle , hairfall etc. If you are a girl there is yet another thing haunting you! Repeating dresses, you can't wear the same dress to different parties hosted by the same host or which has the same guest list.

It's not like I don't like going to parties . I find people being really sweet to me specially that young age <where I heard my grandpa say  " jawani mein toh bhais bhi achi lagti hai">, my professional course and what not . Okay, not sounding mean , they are  sweet, and fun to hang out with. But let me give it to you straight. If I have to get ready to please your eyes  for hours before i come over…  I can’t be a party animal. I just can’t.

People say its quick , a matter of time to look good if you have got the art . I keep a see saw like agreement to this , sometimes agree totally with them , sometimes retort strongly.

If you want to meet me , I'd love to . But i won’t pretend that I have it all . Eye candy nature , the intelligence , the art , the attitude . Then I ain't the hands on person.I believe real, authentic relationships are more important than an organised apparel.Someday those clothes will be organized , but they can't be so all the time. There will be many other priorities on call . If my apparel prevents me from meeting you up , then you befriended with my clothing and not me in personal. I better wrap that dress and send it to your place by courier service.

So, if you can push aside the piles of clothes that need to be folded, sit down with me among my chaos, with a hot cup of coffee. Then things can be great and real rather than fake and baseless.

On the flip side, if you are running helter-skelter like a mad woman before the meeting ,then stop doing that! You don't really have to do it. I don't prefer looks over warmth . In process of making the innumerable facades, the women today make, there is loss of originality , they are either very sarcastic , out of place or totally plastic.You don’t have to try to impress me,  I know you are a good wife, a great mom, and an amazing housekeeper. Besides the messy hair on your face make me feel at home.


 The problem is every time we go to visit people they dress up and so we only see other peoples homes when they are dressed , clean and tidy – which makes us feel like we are the messy ones and we need to dress up to see the visitors and receive them as well .

Enjoy and let enjoy!

World around me : Gen XYZ

World around me : GenXYZ

I survive in a world where my life is not just about pacing ahead of my counterparts but also the people who are a decade older and a decade younger to me.

Hardly did I step into my early twenties when I realised that the tortoise of the the tortoise and  the hare story was slow but consistent hence could take his steps right in the race . My lifestyle neither matches the speed of the rabbit nor the steady crawl of the tortoise. Its an amalgam of both . I am slow and unsteady , this way I am nudged ahead by the slow competitors and pushed behind by the fast and the furious leads of the race . The life has been average in academics and lifestyle.

Two days ago , I thought of shedding away my inhibitions and looking beyond my competitors and age. I met two people a cousin aged 8 and the other aged 30 -odd.The age difference was more than a decade . I thought of figuring out the development graph of the GenX and the GenZ . Being one of the GenY , I wonder why is my life nothing more than confusion and queries.

After an hour long conversation with the GenX :

The generation had actually faced the repulsive force from the stereotypes , they have struggled in their professional front , lifestyle choices , night life , partner pick and a lot more. So they I believe were the ones to break the stereotype of study well , work hard , get a job in a MNC .
Actually the last generation to follow the routine path , create ripples in the media, go wheeling on the two wheelers , smoke the branded cigarettes , wear headsets , use laptops , sip more soft drinks than water , wear goggles in the night , groove with the mike , trash radio and switch to 100 channels of DTH cable , lay down their long hair all open , wear skin tight jeans to low waist denims , evolve from lungis to track pants , reduce the heavy soda glass thick spectacles into a millimeter thick contact lens , cut the cables and own a mobile phone , throw the table and get a plasma tv and many more .
The ones written above were just one of the few. I see nothing new other than the smartphone evolution in this decade . GenY  is yielding the mangoes from the tree , which was planted a decade ago at an economical price.

After an hour long conversation with the GenZ :


The teens or the toddlers are the harvest of the GenX , they are much smarter , much quicker , more advanced . They fool the GenYs in no time , are more energetic and more efficient than the former . The cousin I wrote about plays chess , wins trophies , that's the level of intellect of the India Today. He plays sports , recites the noble book of the almighty , great in academics , watches cartoons , beats up people , gets thrashed sometimes as well ,uses all the gadgets , rolls rotis , sauté curries , knows 4 languages . What do you call this ? These things were done by the GenY nothing before 15 years . They are 10 years younger yet 10 years ahead.

With all the generations going upswing , there had to be generation that held a state of equilibrium or a slight depression , so GenY comfortably walks into the formers shoes.
Thanks!Enjoy and let enjoy!

Desi trim

Sometimes life's a bit cluttered. So , I turn philosophical sometimes!
Khushiyaan dhoondlu 
ya kahu gham ko alvida
Khushi ki waja sonchu 
ya karu gham se musafa

Aankhein khol lu ya jaag jau
Sacchai se milu ya daru jhoot se
Ya sirf chuppi saadhu
Karu Masoom ki maddad
 ya karu ji huzoori taakatwar ki

Aaj mein jee lu 
Ya khol lu kal ka pannah 
Ya banau kal ki yojna

Pata kal ki tasveere
Ya kal ki sonchu
Karu bandh aankh aur aaj ki sonchu
Enjoy and let enjoy!

Editing

People edit pictures , their posts , their mistakes . I am no exception. Some times I am left to wonder that life doesn't come with a rewind button or a makeup brush to make everything right . In addition , you cannot have all the editing tools in hand to make your life look 'perfect'.
Editing is an evolution of dreaming according to me. You see yourself in a mirror , look at your eyes , those dark circles , you wonder how flawless your face could be without them. You look at a television interview . You put yourself in the actor , or the executives space and prance how spectacular you could have made it. All such thoughts I think lead to the evolution of editing with that overpowering halo.

Enjoy and let enjoy!

Random pangs

After a monotony of examination , the usual notion is to balter around on the last day of your exam. But it's not the same in my case , I felt rather lonely , depressed . I fear being book flu infection. After exams , suddenly I realise I have planned nothing concrete to execute.

I take a back seat and try to recollect what all the previous year had in store for me. I smile , I get embarrassed on my eloquence sometimes , sometimes it makes me proud. What I ve realised it , try every other behaviour to fit yourself in , at the end of the day you feel like a bird. The bird moves round the skies , comes back home to have a comfortable sleep . The same stands true for a lion . It's the nature I'd day that everything evolves , regresses, but somehow finds rest in the zone of comfort.

Sometimes , I laugh out really loud suddenly or scream my name MARIA!!! Everybody turns around I give a grin turn my head towards the rearer end , indicating that I have nothing to share.

When I talk about myself I find an overpowering halo on my head screaming " I bet nobody must have had such a comfortable life " mashallah. I see my life turning miserable by the end of the day . The next thing I do , wonder whose evil eye it was.

That's the human nature , we life shown off but not paying up.

Depressed deal

Hey people
Life has up and downs , so does our moods. Of late , I had been swinging to and from forward and backwards in accord with my mood . A happy go lucky , sarcastic writer ( exaggeration) turns into a looser fret, worrying about the things that don't exist. Illusive , hallucinative . A person who could gab about nothing for hours together takes a silent approach to with the deal things. It must be a common thing in the young folks across the globe  , it's my  first time. Am as confused as a mother of a brattish boy , trying things to get her kid into her control .

You are surrounded by all kinds of people . The clever , the dumb, the silly , the notorious, the wise , the so ' I am not interested ' type. So ,when you are depressed you choose to spill the beans in the presence of a good listener. What if the listener is dumb and his own life is a clutter to deal with? On the other hand you have a clever fellow , who would listen to your depressed sagas for sometime and then manipulate the situation , change the topic , or may say his life too is in the state of misery , or at the best speak some soothing lines . What then ? Where do you go ? The latter one right? Few days later , you overhear the same person making fun of you before everybody else about how silly you can be or showing off his potential of soothing anybody? Then? The dumb? Okay , so what mr.dumb does is ,he provokes your mind , asks you to remain segregated , calm , peaceful in pursuit of happiness . You listen to him . You observe him . You see his life is already in jitters and you realise that even your life also can end up at the same thing. Bang! You change your course. You sit alone , grumble , moan ... what next? Thinking ... You go , take a 10 hour nap for 4 days together .

Your optimistic attitude is right before you , in a wink of time , it hugs you.
All these thoughts dance in your mind when you have cultured your brain to think a little too much about things . So when it has no work to do . It looks around , whosoever comes before it , it begins to be judgemental about them.

So the moral of the page long puttering is that don't pressurise your grey cells up there to work for more than the  time they are accustomed to , if you do , then they will work on things that don't exist , create problems when they don't get enough problems to solve from the world outside . A depressed mind comes back to normal when it gets enough rest , a hyperactive mind rebounds to the normal mode only after tapering the dose of activity on daily basis.
njoy and let enjoy!

You know my no

Hey people
The world has people who :
Can make your day and mood
Can spoil your day and mood
And those who don't matter

This is dedicated to one such young little being who makes my day with the concern and consolation
Here we go
You! With your talks like honey and sugar and soda flatter me
You ! Make me realise that I ve got everything
You ! With your talks have knocked me off my feet again
You ! With your cheerful voice and consolation freshened my mind again
You! Make me realise that I m not among the weaker men

You , with your switching topics and appreciation
With your gab and exaggeration
You with your funny tone and expression
You with your experience and ups and down
Told me that you did the same thing

What You don't know , but I do know
That one day We all will be standing before almighty
I'll tell him how you treated me lovingly
I'll be there with my head bowed down without a second thought
I just wanna see you in heaven there
For your kindness that ever prevailed

I bet you if you ever got pushed around
Some was jealous of you
But I know you are bold
You won't them get you hold
'Cause you didn't let them go overboard

After years from now , I see you in a place high above
With same old sweetness
Spreading cheerfulness
Even if no one is listening

Some day I'll try to be like you buddy
And now am ranting before  everybody
Even if no one is listening
About how you helped me get out of that troublesome thing

Enjoy and let enjoy!

No one is listening

You ! With your plans like bills and rolls and chatter box wound me
You ! Make me realise that I have studied nothing
You! with your preparations have knocked me off my feet again
You ! Got me feeling like I am nothing
You !with your worried voice created fear in my mind again
You ! Are picking on the weaker candidate

You! With your switching plans and affirmation
You! With your wildfire lies and fake declaration
Told me that you study nothing
You don't know , what I do know
That everyday , I see you with books only
But all you're a liar , pathetic and lonely

I , with my head bowed down ,looking around
Trying to block you out 'cause I never study like you
I just wanna feel okay again

I bet you got pushed around
Some body made you cold
But the cycle now gets old
'Cause you can't lead me down that road

After years from now , I see you in a kitty party
With same old loud pitch and not so snappy
Bragging and ranting
But no one is listening

Some day I will study like nobody
And you will try to rant like you do before everybody
But no one is listening

Pre examination aura

In the med school with is so not cool,
 I am with the studious and also the cool
I am with the gadgets and the books

And the exam flashes making look like a dream
Overnight I look like a tragedy queen
The syllabus is the reality goon

I have to figure out since I am in a medical school
Everybody loves the nerdy everybody loves cool
So overnight I look like a helpless being

And now the body temperature soars so high
Like time goes in the sky

Now it's the flow charts , the tAble views
Your friend doesn't even know you
And your plans to study spill like hues

Let me tell you I don't feel lucky
I m confused
And all the waste thoughts line up to take my brain
And the name goes up in the sky
I wonder if I make out of light


Enjoy and let enjoy!

Behavioral Axioms

This post I think is the most relevant post for the title ,after the story I posted few months ago named The fantasy..

I have been observing parents and the kids , their similarities , their appearances , their behaviour lately and some of the relevant conclusions I found are :

1) Eyes :
The probability of a green eyed baby is increased when the father himself is green eyed. So , all the men out there , marrying a green eyed beauty you won't yield green eyed children . May be grandchildren . The women out there , if you wish to have green eyed babies you know what to do

2) Emotions :
Once a healthy baby is born the blessings shower , if it's a girl they are happy and if a boy they celebrate. Anyways , gender issues aside. Here is the observation:
If your baby resembles the father , then it's more likely that his emotional balance and Taste Will match his mother's. And vice versa
The fathers out there , don't simply rejoice if your son resembles you, it's your wife again in the child's garb.
The mothers if she's got your beauty , she's got the daddy dearest's likes and dislike. So the next time you go shopping ,its going to be like shopping girly clothing for your husband (keeping his likes in mind)

3) Screaming
No , no you've got the meaning of the subtitle wrong. I'm talking about the mothers loosing their temper over the kids. The ones who scream then and there and chill down within an hour are likely to have more wrinkle free years than the ones who keeps reminding the children the mannerisms, keep running behind them with the to-do list.

4) Complexion
Fair kids? Go for honey to the young ones . Even tan faces will glow like the fair skinned ones.

That's it for the post today , I ve got billions of such . Yes , there is no scientific evidence. It's an axiom okay ? If you have got your own observations . Comment below.


Enjoy and let enjoy!

That makes me thankful

I had gloomy , weird thoughts contrary to my personality till now
But all of us have THAT ONE moment in our lives
When the brain washes off the unnecessary thoughts that block our grey cells from thinking and analysing , the scenario becomes clear very clear.
This poem cum whatsoever you tag it , describes that moment of my lives when I wiped away my gloomy , blurred thoughts and let the fresh air in. Read through the whole thing if you wish to understand ,

It's past midnight
It's past one
I sit alone to kill my syllabus
My neighbour turns on his television
He raises the tune ,So as the next door can listen

Why did he do this ? What's the occasion?
I questioned myself
Tensed to finish my syllabus
My friends call me
I Pretend as if sleep has bugged me

He switches the channel
Plays something spiritual
I weep again and scold myself
Wondering why I hadn't finished before
And left it till the eleventh hour

The next moment the building goes booming
My haircells are syncing and blooming
I close my ears

The sound doesn't seem to come under control
It goes till the next door
I plan to knock his door
And say brother, mind using your remote control

The good soul in me tells me not be rude
My book stares at me and says wear a hood , instead
Because it was the first time his soul was out of control

I complied to my conscience
Waited till the clock stuck one

Very next moment I began to listen to the sound
Sat quietly on the ground

I listened to carefully to the television
Trying to calm down my aggression

The speaker said about the distance between  the Mohammedans and the almighty
Musa (a.s) had 70,000 curtains when he spoke to his deity
He wished he was a Mohammedans so that he could be so close to the all knowing
I cried alone , thought how ungrateful I was
I was born alhamdulillah as a Muslim
I was more than lucky to have learnt the tauheed by the age of one
My momma told me that he was all knowing
Granny told me he was forgiving
My teacher taught me to bow my knees thanking
My friends told me he was all giving,
to stretch my hand and ask him
My daddy told me that he would take in account,
 all the right and the wrong are judged by him
Aunty told me he has a book that has all the past and the present
Brother told me he knows when I lie
He's going to punish me in a while
My sister told me he that he is forgiving
How many ever mistakes I do he is going to forgive
Only if he wishes
I was lucky to be able to read the message he sent to the Mohammedans
The message had the knowledge like an ocean
Momma tried to make me memorise each one by one
There's none other greater than the ONE
Things were good and pretty cool
Unless I went to the school

I met the good
And the bad ones
Who lied and moved like none
They left me surprised
I went home switched on the tv
Tried to immitate their dresses of the baby

Falsehood and deceit took me along
I began to wrong
But never knelt down
Swagged like an actor
Spoke like a liar

Things changed a bit later
He called me at his place on earth
It was Makkah
Alhamdulillah

I saw his place
Bowed in obedience
Swore to myself
To be truthful to myself and everybody else
With him alone I swore to share my secrets

Days passed and my mind got clouded
The satan had already resided
In my brain , heart and nerves
I lost cool
And spoke with scorn
Evil things I saw around

I now hear that and feel so lucky
To blessed with everything from all mighty
A feel in me makes me guilty
I assess myself and my duty

I feel depressed
And stressed

I bowed to him in my prayer
Asking for forgiveness from the forgiver
I left my life car to my life's driver
I move back and thank him for the journey so far

I thanked him for making me a Mohammedans
When the world is making rounds around the Bethlehem
He said the ones who rule there will be the rulers of the world
I don't over think about who should rule
 my mind isn't actually so cool
The field of my thoughts is immature
He knows all
He does all
His plans are the best
I leave my thoughts and go to rest

I thank him for being so accessible to me
My internet dies in the closed room
He helps me out even when there is no room
He guides me when my map errors
He saves me from the rash drivers

He gives me warmth
When it's cold
He keeps me grounded
When I scorn
He joins me
When I'm torn apart

There is no love in the world
That's more true
Than the almighty cause he loves you
For what you are

I cried to him
Begging him to make me pretty
Now I realise that I m guilty
I questioned his creation
He who plans for the nations
Of not only humans
But of the Ginns and the angels

I thank him for what I am
For now I know there is reason for every creation
I thank him
I thank him
With a loud voice I say alhamdulillah

For he protected me for any harm
Naaudhubillah...

Gloomy thoughts

A sunny day comes up the sky
Another day that comes and dies
Tomorrow may not come
There is a small voice inside me telling
O your exams are coming coming

On my gadget I wrote a poem
Out of loneliness and jitters
Am not the only lonely lass I know
But I had to migrate to the imaginary land

May be I just want to party with you for the fun we had the other day
May be I just want to talk to you till the sun leaves the day
I don't why but it makes me feel alive
I know it's not the moment
I know my plans would fail
I am with my gadgets
You are with your books
I don't know where my preparation hails
I don't none why but I hate it when you study

You don't know how much it hurts when I see the books in your arms
I wanna run away I wanna run away

I'd cry when you ask me how much is done?
I'd cry red and blue
if you say that you are through
Lonely tears I'd shed
I'd hang my head
I'd cry like a weaned off baby
I'd cry a river
 if you tell me your portion is over

I would wait till the tests are over
Till you are done with your manoeuvre
I'll try to study alone
study as much ,when I'm at home

Wait for the grey sky to clear up
I would brush off the clouds and cheer up
Put off the mask of discomfort
Flaunt my happy face
Gloomy face is not my style
I haven't had Happy grin for a while
I want to sing and laugh
Not gloom and cough

The reason I scribble

Writing keeps me busy
Writing reminds me my roots
Writing reminds me my joys
Which I often forget and get annoyed
It reminds me that
I have had my own space to write in
My own space to breathe
My own space to dance about
The mirror to talk to
My own-self to giggle on
My own family to share with
My bloopers to feel embarrassed about
My own blog to update
My rivals to prison to run from
My own messy hair to comb
My un even skin to tone
My dirty glasses to wipe
My own figure to shape up
My siblings to mess up
My yellow teeth to whiten
My clutter to arrange
My wardrobe to align
My wide mouth to open
My blatant voice to shout out
My bulky waist to sit on
My curvy spine to straighten up
My sunken eyes to hydrate
My colleagues to talk to
My mistakes to feel sorry about
My classmates to run from
My relatives to make up
The tangy bollywood songs to hum
The violent Hollywood action to stare
The tollywood comedies to laugh at
The lolly wood dramas to grieve
The rom coms to go ga ga about
The magazine to hunt around
The receipes to try
The junk to taste
The ice cream to hog on
The cake to bake
The dictionary for more words
Vocabulary to make the words rhyme
Prepositions to make the noun shine

Aggression

When I care ,
they feel pretty tamed
When I  don't care ,
they call me a ruthless heir
When we rush ,
 they think that the friendship is gonna break
When  we slow ,
they think we re friends no more
So now go and die ,
am not gonna lie
If you think am wicked and sly
Go to some corner and cry
Because it's not my business
I have inherited nothing on this Christmas
I can only be compassionate
Not pretty affectionate
Friendship was never my idea
Being honest was always my criteria
Hey you , yes you
Go find some friend
Who is going with the trend
I prefer to mould like a wax
You would have  to pay the tax
P.S. Nothing personal . It's just an outcome of the leisure when I sit alone and think of the really bad things . It's more like when you wear green glasses you see jealousy everywhere.

Evolution

laptops which were said to have feather touch a decade ago . After typing contents for half an hour , a wave of fatigue runs in my finger musculature. All thanks to the  smartphones which work on THE TOUCH of the finger tip or get me the contents from the web on a mere OK google ( more like Abra ka darbaa choo which now seems to be a long phrase to blabber. #eMachinalAtyachar #lazyLife

Enjoy and let enjoy!

Smartphone surge

Every body has a smart phone momma
Even I want a one
A fool flaunts one
A smart guy uses one
Even when he doesnot need one
Go to the market the vendor has a one
Go to the washroom  a janitor owns one
Go to a conference the chairman flaunts one
Go to the school a nerds stares at one
Go to the college girls pose before one
Go to the playground boys play with one
Every simple thing I ask
They say let's google the task
My mind up there momma
Rots like one
When I was young you said momma
Baby ,you are the smartest
my friends say lets check whose phone is the smartest
If phones had to do the things
Why did god make the brain into such a big thing
Smartphone they say is to ease the task
But it takes dad to monetary loss
Half a lakh they spend on one
Only to find the new model has succeeded it like any other  one
They feel so shy to show it
The confidence then falls into the pit
Gold and silver must have been the things to flaunt in your days momma
It's just the smart phone now to show the status
They sell it on EMI basis too
Then why is dad so hesitant to buy it soon
 I think momma
 My satisfaction lies up there like one
 a like on Facebook momma
 pleases me like non
A comment out there
Makes me blush
The newsfeed out there
Makes me a web buff
You said momma
Style with the flow
The smartphone craze momma
Has just overflown
The tablet there is a new cure
Replacing the drugs for the depressed , the anxious  and the curious
I'll spend my day and night with my friend on web
Because I find none at the play club
Why don't you buy a phone momma
Will chat for hours together
Even if we're just beside one another
You won't have to yell me when you are angry
Just send me the angry wala smiley
You won't have to laugh at every silly joke of mine
Just send me a LOL in a blink of eye
Say daddy you are waiting with a smiley
Make an event on web
Instead of Calling the aunties on the kitty parties
Don't take me along to granny's home
I'll just say hi on Skype
And stay on web home alone
The pixel on the phone rate it
If it's Anything less than 5 they break it
It morphs my face
Lengthens my nose
Lightens my skin
Tones my body
Even if it's just in the picture
Every body has a smart phone momma
Even I want a one
Come on momma
Let's get it done
Enjoy & let enjoy!

Demystifying clueless creativity

You have bundle of talent!
She is very creative!
Oh, That was innovative! No wonder it was you!
I was sure you could crack that thing!

Excuse me? Is it about me you are talking about ?

ME:Writing non sense is creative ?
X:Oh! She is so arrogant . Let the appreciation not go on her head . I was just appreciating her and she is proving me wrong!
ME: Hello people ! I'm more confused rather than arrogant here... You like me? I'm curious enough to ask you what thing attracts you.. Sarcasm...in a world of sarcasm where everyone throttles sarcasm I stand nowhere, give me some space . Let me try walking on the earth because life out there on cloud 9 is so suffocating... As a human I firmly believe staying grounded helps because you are ultimately going to be grounded.Doing your share of work before wrapping up your life is the basic criteria.If you leave me suffocating there when do you think, Ill be wrapping away the job I am actually supposed to accomplish ?

Serendipity

Serendipity is good luck in making unexpected and fortunate discovery
I cerebrated about writing this just because of three main reasons.
1) My English has gone to dogs
2) I have my exams nearing and books have begun to repel me
3)I happened to stumble on my previous posts and blogs and observed the change that I underwent.

I was busy deleting contents from my gadget so that I could create enough space to accommodate new articles , pictures , videos etc... I cleared the excessive things , emails into trash and then moved in the notes i'd written so far. the list was as long as it could wrap them around a feminine body so as to cover it completely. I slowly deleted the too many to do lists I jotted down.Then came a flow of articles one after the other , some were lame , very very lame. And some I thought Were copied and then pasted in the notes by me ... i was about to trash it out just then some expressions like eh , gawd ! Appeared in the field of my vision .i then realised that I'd written them. Oh yes, it was just an year ago, I was a mature lass in my writings at least. I tried speaking up about relations , support and facts. Now? Things changed. I write sarcastically , I know it has been the flavour of my articles so far but the facts instead of talking about the issues and something necessary degraded gradually and now I talk about fiction , supernatural things , poetry , parodies. This was surely a serendipity because it helped me to assess myself.
They say the face is a mirror of the state of mind ... I do not totally disagree but would like to add something else to it. Writings not only reflect your state of mind but also the change of mind.
Thanx

The smartphone people

The smart phone people

When the angels talk about the world in the heavens above

I ‘m sure they have no words for the people who never love

Being  Social and humanitarian are the qualities that are like the hand and the glove

If one comes the other shows up

It does not matter if you are poor

Socializing with the right person will let the chances pour.

Some choose to be as lonely as a cloud

With a smart phone  and a screen guard.

All at once when they face a crowd

Oh not me, they say and flutter away like a coward.

Millions you see at once

Tossing  their heads sprightly into your eyes and then into their phones.

They outdo the sparkling waves in glee,

Even when it rains they refuse to come out and see.

Helping such people is a difficult matter,

They do not look beyond the internet server.

Call them as crazy as hatter

They ask you how do you keep your contacts perpendicular

They talk with the strangers for hours together

They have nothing to talk to their families except for the weather.

When you engage them in a profound meditation

They open their eye for every beep of notification.

Socializing is a cup of coffee they say

Shivering keeps them at bay.

They make fun of the highly social and high toned people

They thing being social takes nothing more than an apple

One has to be like a bee

That always works in sync with the insects of the same species.

There has to be a motivation

Concern with the suffering alleviation.

I will , I will arise and log out

Go elsewhere, where the evening is full of people who talk to one another.

Where children and parents hang out

Standing on a roadway I fear.

Will I find such place

Or will remain a wanderer forever?