She was 'smile', he was 'lonesome'
she had charisma, he had poise
years later someone said,
have you ever noticed
you dismal damsel
how inapt are you,
for that social a guy,
with that gorgeous smile!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Mirror Mirror on the wall...
Some times people don't learn. No, they learn not a single lesson! But how can one learn, if what one puts to use is only some incomplete and biased perceptions, and a raging tongue to vent them out?
Learning requires, first of all a set of receptive organs, and then an understanding mind (not heart cause everyone is not lucky enough to possess one!), and even then, some degree of compassion to provide a room for an error of understanding.
But no Sire! People here KNOW what you understand from what they say. They TELL you what you understand from what they say. And they CONDEMN you for what you understand from what they say. And when you try to put the picture into perspective by voicing what YOU actually understood from what they say, they refuse it altogether and PITY you for this obvious lack of morals for taking a shield behind lies!!!
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Paradox of Choices
Psychologist Barry Schwartz takes aim at a central tenet of western societies: freedom of choice. In Schwartz's estimation, choice has made us not freer but more paralyzed, not happier but more dissatisfied.
An interesting approach to why we always find things in the past better! and why tv with hunreds of channels today is less entertaining!
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Surrendering Souls
He was a word weaver and she a lover of intricate knitting of beautiful phrases. It was not surprising that he was taken in by her cheery self and she was swept away by his charisma. The spark was spontaneous and the chemistry absolute. Everyone around could predict that once in a life time, they actually were witnessing two soul mates.
They were aware of it, too.
But the problem was that they both were held hostages within the barriers of some sentinels: He, caged within his impression, and she, a prisoner of her pride in modesty. Both wouldn’t confess the actual barrier to be that of ego.
However, their souls were stronger than their fears, so after a while, destiny smiled as their souls danced in the jubilation of their union.
They were aware of it, too.
But the problem was that they both were held hostages within the barriers of some sentinels: He, caged within his impression, and she, a prisoner of her pride in modesty. Both wouldn’t confess the actual barrier to be that of ego.
However, their souls were stronger than their fears, so after a while, destiny smiled as their souls danced in the jubilation of their union.
The jubilations couldn’t go on for long though.
Life had its callings and they had to be answered. Each reverted back to the real life; he turned his back to words and she got lost in the intricacies of what never made any sense to her. The flame wavered but the chemistry wouldn’t help. Changed life had different requirements, which asked for different elements.
Their compositions had altered.
The souls winced as they witnessed the silent decay and this but worsened it. They had obligations to fulfill and the wincing souls just added to the misery of the situation. Each was so wounded in the battle to surface above that marshland of responsibilities that none had either the time or the energy to listen to the other’s SOS call.
Each grew unhappy.
Have you ever seen an unhappy person? No, not the man unhappy over the boss’s behaviour, or the woman unhappy over the kitchen stove not working.
A truly unhappy person is the one whose gloom reaches the others like the heat of a burning candle wick.
Both of them became like that, slowly being consumed by the gnawing beast of their mutual disappointments. Nothing could help. The fears returned, rested and much stronger. The battle was not a fight, it was a torment. Torment to the already battered souls that had since their last victory been losing everything they owned.
This time what was to be lost was the last thing they had. They tried to reason, plead in the end even fight, but they had had their share of victory and this time it wasn't their turn. So they lost. This time surrendering the right to own each other.
Life had its callings and they had to be answered. Each reverted back to the real life; he turned his back to words and she got lost in the intricacies of what never made any sense to her. The flame wavered but the chemistry wouldn’t help. Changed life had different requirements, which asked for different elements.
Their compositions had altered.
The souls winced as they witnessed the silent decay and this but worsened it. They had obligations to fulfill and the wincing souls just added to the misery of the situation. Each was so wounded in the battle to surface above that marshland of responsibilities that none had either the time or the energy to listen to the other’s SOS call.
Each grew unhappy.
Have you ever seen an unhappy person? No, not the man unhappy over the boss’s behaviour, or the woman unhappy over the kitchen stove not working.
A truly unhappy person is the one whose gloom reaches the others like the heat of a burning candle wick.
Both of them became like that, slowly being consumed by the gnawing beast of their mutual disappointments. Nothing could help. The fears returned, rested and much stronger. The battle was not a fight, it was a torment. Torment to the already battered souls that had since their last victory been losing everything they owned.
This time what was to be lost was the last thing they had. They tried to reason, plead in the end even fight, but they had had their share of victory and this time it wasn't their turn. So they lost. This time surrendering the right to own each other.
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