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December...!!!
Three dots and three exclamation marks later, ill come to the point ;).
First let us do away with the obvious :D
This is THE month of festivities ! Christmas Eve! Christmas! New Year! Resolutions! False Resolutions! Offers in the store for the shopaholics! Bonuses!

In my case, my dad turning 50! (If he had a bat, he would have lifted it! And there would be resounding applause :/  ! dare you to defy me)

Un-digressing, December! This month, more than any other, needs the services of a specialist. What specialist? You may ask!

This individual, would have been offering that service on a part time basis throughout the year, but, this is the time where an evolution happens!
*His/Her importance trumps anyone else's! 
Santa- Trumps!
Fake Santa-Trumps!
Moms Cooking-To an extent :/ but trumps!
ok.. does not trump moms cooking :/

Solving the mystery!
Clue 1: Shadow Process!
Clue 2: Provides the bond that holds everything in place!
*Clue 3: She/He ensures the colour and life is brought to the party!

Deduction!
Wkt :P
Not noticed by most! But is pretty important in bringing the festive spirit! Brings some colour in a party! Could be decorations ! :/
Provides some kind of bond! :O


Well!! The individual of interest, dear Emma (Watson) :P , is none other than


                        THE PERSON WHO CUTS THE CELLO TAPE ! 

Party to be hosted! Not an issue! Decorations bought! Manpower exists! Figuring out what to put where!
All that is simple! Now everybody involved in the decoration party gets up to do their respective tasks, and what is the most important thing you need to set up your decorations?? Tape!
Now there has to be one person catering to everyone else's tape needs, there can be no delay , the tape cant be cant sticky! the tape has to be the right size, and everyone wants tape at the same time!

BUT
here is the kicker!



everyone also wants the scissors that you are holding! :/

What gives man! As though that poor soul does not have enough problems!


Kudos to you and your kind! No matter where you are in the world! Im sure that the respect you deserve shall be.... wait a minute.. (gets up to cut tape and returns after an hour).. 

Where was I??


**Kudos to you and your kind! No matter where you are in the world! Stay awesome! :D






Thats it ! Post over! :/



*See how impartial I am :D .. I  told his/her and then she/he :) equal importance :D

** yeah.. im sure you noticed!! No respect... forget about it :/ but we know that they know :/
 

12

He saw through time,

Through consequence, through action,

Results he decided,were vital.

He shouldered his rifle ,

Rallied his comrades, and went on a march for the future.

He made his mark , more so

He set a benchmark.

Eventually as all stories go,

Caught he was one day.

And hanged without any splendor,

A visionary, A revolutionary, A freedom fighter.

The noose around his neck,

His eyes full of fire,

The last words as the rope grew taut,

‘I have never felt this alive as I do now’.

11

Living life without expectations....























































































Swear to god I don't know how...

10

How long has it been since any of you got a letter by post? NO, I dont meant credit card or bank related stuff, NO, I dont mean gift vouchers and fast food coupons.
What I mean is a letter from loved one asking you how you are, how life has been treating you and how badly they feel about the distance between you both.

As much as I would like to point out the obvious(human nature you see) I dont think its necessary.

Before I go on, let me make it clear that I have nothing against E-Mail. I agree its a blessing to mankind, but comparing these two forms of communication is not the point of this post. (no pun intended :D)

This post was an inspiration, thanks to something a friend of mine recently did. No, she(yes its a she,so sue me) did not reinvent postal service. All she did was draw a card and post it to her friend.

This simple act made me think about a lot of things(which I will not go into) but what stood out was she took the pains to make her wishes as personal as she could. What I thought about NEXT was the look on the recipients face.

Being a part of the millennial generation, I certainly have a lot to be thankful for. I mean, there are a lot of things we have that make our life easy. But I realized something. I don't remember ever receiving a personal letter by post. (Just because its in bold does not mean anything :P)  

Meaningless story time:

Imagine you are sitting outside your house enjoying the cool breeze, mouth watching the pretty lad/lady next door etc...
Then you hear the bell, more often than not its a cycle bell. And vigorously pedaling our cycle with a bell, is a man wearing khakis. He then proceeds to stop at most of the houses handing out letters, postcards, money orders and what not.
You find yourself unconsciously holding your breath waiting to see if the postman has anything for you. Let us say he does :)

He stops outside your house and you rush forward to grab the letters he has for you. Thrilled, you look around your street and find yourself overwhelmed at the many emotions you see on the many faces. Joy, disappointment, anger, expectancy, sorrow..

Then, just like that, the moment is gone! You quickly go through the stack of letters you have, find out which one is for you, (there is one!), you discard the rest and find a comfortable place to sit. You then open the envelope, making sure not to tear the letter inside.

And then, with big eyes, a hopeful expression, with a speeding heart and a warm feeling, you read...


                                                              The End


Well, this is what I miss :)
And I am sure most of you do too!

9

Blue? A color that brings you to life

Green? Why? The world is brought to life

Red? A beautiful complement to your blush

Indigo? Somehow they bring out your eyes

Yellow? Only enhances your golden heart

Violet? That’s a pretty colour for one as pretty as you

Orange. That’s just a fruit, I dare say!!

The only thing that is going to do justice

To describe you, my dear, is the rainbow!

A very old one !! :D

8

With great hesitation I enter the room. By fault of habit, I look around my self. The walls are the colour of blue . The kind of blue that makes you think of the ocean and the sky at the same time, the kind of blue that makes you want to smile. A smile  that you never thought was possible. A smile that is now a memory.

I come out my reverie and continue looking around myself. There is little else to see though. A small table with a  matching chair. Both made of a good solid wood. I take a deep breath and walk towards the chair. It is a very small distance. But I take my time to reach my destination.

I sit down on the chair. There is something on the table. A small roundish object. Without looking at it I try to make myself comfortable. There is only so much comfort a plain wooden chair can give you. But I still try. No longer able to avoid the object sitting right in front of me, I reluctantly stop my fidgeting and turn towards it.


It is a small crystal, and as I mentioned earlier, vaguely roundish in shape. It just lay there on the table. No, it was not one of those expensive crystals, which when sold could make you rich beyond your imagination.
It was special entirely in another way.

I remember the first time I came upon a crystal like that. I took it home with me and placed it upon this same table, and then all of a sudden it started to glow. The more I looked at it, the more it glowed. But the moment my eyes left it, the glow would start to fade away.

It was not long before I started to feel the same glow in me whenever I looked at the crystal. Simply out, it was a beautiful feeling. And after that it became a something of a ritual for me to visit the little crystal on my table. I was careful not to jinx it. I never touched the crystal, I never spoke about the crystal to anyone. And I was happy.

Nothing good lasts for ever though... One day, I saw a speck of dust on the crystal, and I removed it. The moment my finger touched the stone, the glow vanished. And no matter how much I tried, I could not make the glow come back. The feeling of the loss was unbearable. I did not know how to cope with myself. I lost grip on reality...

And just like that I came upon another crystal.


Back to the present. I focused on the crystal before me and then... I was transported. There really is no way to explain what I felt, it was oneness, a sense of true belonging, where I knew that if I had tears, they would be wiped away just at the right time. And to describe the light coming from the crystal as a glow, would be an insult to both English and nature. It was an explosion of colours, a rhythmic dance between rockets of light. It was so bright that every afterimage left an afterimage but no so bright that you could not revel at the beauty of it all.

Even though this was close to perfect, it was not. I wanted more, I wanted to hold it in my hand and feel the warmth radiating through me.

I tore my gaze away from the crystal and looked below the table.
There I saw, through my tears, scattered on the ground, more than a dozen dark crystals.

7

They sat together in the bus stand

Engaged in a conversation never ending

She gave a gasp and dropped her bag

In a flash he was picking it up bending


The hustle bustle bothered them nay

Neither the gawks or the stares

Their fingers a blur as they spoke

May be asking how each other fares?


In their contentment they built an aura

Isolating yet connecting them to the world

An aura of harmony and peace

And between them there was not one spoken word


All around them the city continued busily in its rage

They spoke on and on, seeming unperturbed

The deaf barked a laugh at a joke

The mute went on speaking knowing it would be heard



This and the posts which should be up soon were written quite some time ago :)
All shall be revealed ! :)

6

This post of mine is an inspired one. I read a piece on pessimism which my friend wrote and it got the wheels turning. (Btw I swear I did not know the spelling of pessimism till I read her post. See! I learnt something today)

Before I get to the real boring stuff,  Ill tell you all how to find out if the guy/gal next to you is a pessimist or not! Its a handy little trick, and you do not have to have a degree in philosophy, pessimisolophy or any word that ends with ophy!

Now how to perform the trick!

Props:
A glass (transparent would be perfect)
Water

Method:
1. Start pouring the water into the glass.
2. Continue pouring until half full...
3. Oh wait!
4.Continue pouring until half empty!

Well.. Im sure you figured out the rest by now! If you did not, I suggest you drink the water!

Pessimism is an attitude. And all of us have been pessimistic in our lives atleast once. Personally, I feel pessimistic atleast once or twice a day! Anyone who has not been so, is a zombie! Stay away from them.
My point, is that being pessimistic is not a bad thing. It is just being human.
But the moment you let pessimism become your way of life, you are in trouble.

Grapes are not sweet, sky is not blue, grass in not green and no matter what anyone says, today is not a good day!  


Life is like a sine wave(Curse you engineering!). You have ups and you have downs! When you know that you are going to go down, then you can as well enjoy the ride!

Weird meaningless story time:


Close your eyes, imagine you are part of the queue to a slide in a park. Your turn is next. You sit down at the edge of the slide, and then you let go! Wooosh!

You have an extremely bad landing! Thats the whole point! But atleast you came out of it screaming with joy and smiling as wide as you can.

You slowly realize that your butt hurts, real bad! You start to rub it and also look around at the people around you. There are a lot of people with sore butts and sour faces. Some of them are openly crying. You are about to join one of the above when something amazing happpens.

One person around you notices your smile and threatens to smash it in if you dont stop doing it. Wiping the grin of your face seems like a very bright thing to do!
But a second person also notices your smile(atleast whats left of it) and slowly but hesitantly a smile starts to form on his/her face!
Now thats weird! But you are not complaining. No you, you let the smiles grow until it metamorphoses into a laugh. Behold! There a more people joining you. Then all of you, laughing and hooting walk the way back to the ladder attached to the slide.

                                                                        The End

My friend (who wrote the initial piece on pessimism) also mentioned a solution to the problem.
Time.
Thats true though. Time does heal. Time does help you get over things. But there is only one one drawback.
For all those things to happen, it takes a lot of.... well.. time!
But we have that in short supply!

Only god can use time as medicine for pessimism!
'If you are the one who is causing me pain, sorrow and the many synonyms of sorrow and pain. And there is nothing I can do to you, then ill let time do all the work! ' 
'In a few years, youll be dead! And since im immortal, ill never die! So the jokes on you , cause' I got time on my side'


If you want it to rain but you are very very very sure that it wont, dont sit there drawing clouds in a piece of paper, go out and do the rain dance!

5

Recently I was asked a peculiar question. And to tell the truth, I was flabbergasted. And that reaction is uncommon to me. The question was not intruding or even remotely offensive. It was a simple question, in plain English.

Now to dispel the suspense! I was asked- What is success to you?

Thats it! Like I mentioned, it was that simple. It did one more thing to me, it actually made me think and I do not mean the ever so famous superficial thinking. I thought( seriously ) and it did me no good. So, I introspected. (introspect was just another word to me till then btw! )

I also realized that when one delves so deep into oneself, one tends to learn a lot. More than learning, it is revealing. I refer to those secrets, feelings, hidden truths that you keep buried, deep deep within. I refer to those things that you are scared to admit, not to someone else, but to yourself. And  I refer to those things that you are ashamed to admit, not to someone else, but to yourself.

All said and done, it was a wonderful experience.

What was success to me? I finally found the answer and trust me, I did not like it. I would never, ever, ever tell that answer in public. At least for now.

I gained a lot from it though, I came face to face with the real me. The one I always tried to superimpose over, so that no one else would see him. And now I can say proudly that we at least agree one one thing!

Its true you know, Accepting can be quite an ordeal!

4

He sits there alone,
Watching the birds fly.
His eyes move along with them,
As they fly high and high.
A hand rests on his shoulder,
He smiles and relaxes under its loving weight.
She too smiles and moves closer,
But his love turns to hate.

The hand, he sees id white
It is all bone, no flesh.
He throws it away from him,
His world then turns to a mesh.

He turns and looks at her,
And slowly a memory triggers,
He touches her face and,
Who she is, he figures.

He looks deep into her eyes,
Remembers the love they had
But now he thinks,
Why does this feel sad?

He sees her eyes widen,
They widen so much, there are holes
Where her eyes should be.
He pushes her away, like she was burning coal.

Her lovely round face he sees,
Begins to pale…. It becomes white
Until it is not but a skull.
He turns and runs, not able to bear the sight.

She covers her face in her hands.
Tears fall slowy, they burn like cold ice.
She falls to her knees.
Begging to god with her pleading eyes.

Diseased as he is, under schizophrenia
She still loves him, all with loving grace.
She wipes her tears and smiles.
"At least he touched my face"

I stand nearby and watch
Wondering, as my eyes filled with tears save.
If I had love like that,
I would go with her to the grave.

3

Words seem to flow
As ink touches my paper
And why not!
I write about a person,
Much dear to me, that
I fear, even these words wonэt do justice.
Not even the priceless gems
can replace what she has given me…
A companionship so pure.
She is my candle, all the way through
but the dripping wax never hurts.
Like a rabbit out of a magicians hat
produces she,
happiness and warmth at will.
thankful to fate I am,
that it brought us together.
I have never felt more magic
than when we are together.
it grows now all the more
All though we are now apart.
that is why u are all the more special…
I have found a World in you
I hope you find one in mine.
All the while…
My ink hasn't dried
and I know that
it will never dry.

2

'Tis said that a man's life
Is full of complexities and fate.
A person who leads me out of them
Fate defied, complexities solved

Is a friend...

A person whose presence makes
Visible the silver lining
A person whose smile takes the
Frown off my brow,
Melts my heart,
Is a friend...

A person for whom I'll not hesitate
To sell my soul to the devil.
A person who cries with me
Who laughs with me
A person between whom
An unseen bond of trust flows
Is a friend...

A person who tolerates me
Who controls me
Firmly but gently
Who gives me a shoulder
To wet.
Who takes all the heat from me
When my time is bad
Is a friend...

In the late future when I meet God
He will ask me "What are the dents on your heart"
I'll reply "These are no dents,
They are footprints"
"By whom you ask?"
"By a friend milord, a friend"

1

First you were but a whisper,
I tried to listen, but it was in vain,
Then I felt you as a breeze,
A presence ever so pleasant,
Then I saw you for what you are,
A breath of fresh air,
Comforting, refreshing, rejuvenating,
You are with me, 
Even when you are not,
Around me you always are, 
A presence without a presence.