Damn these romantic videos and movies, Make you cuddle someone so desperately.
Well, is there anything like good desperation?
When you’re desperate for a job, that’s good, when you’re desperate for a trip, you’re good to go but when you’re desperate for a person, all hell breaks loose.
One quoran writes that nothing is absolute and same thing applies for desperation being bad.
So, if you aren’t irrationally crazy about someone then you may allow butterflies to pick you from the stomach and throw you on the hard bed of life often quoted as reality by its pupil.
But what if the person you think of while watching all these silly videos or movies, is also thinking about that hug and the kiss that you’re stuck on?
Hmm. Mutual admiration is rare these days.
Well, may your desperation be remain hidden till you find that person who is ready to be heels over head for you.
Point of the blog – don’t give views to these idiotic YouTube videos. Things are far different than things depicted by these mofos with amazing jaw lines and chiseled body.
Operation 136 has to be the biggest expose of our already rotten Indian media. Subjects of a state are always gullible. One may shout at the top of his lungs to scare us and create an illusion of keeping the viewers safe. Take some time out of your busy schedule to witness how opinions are forced in today’s time.
Noise is the real god… Or evil, if you believe evil is omnipotent too. The choice is yours. You can easily make this choice if you’re not an invertebrate that I know you’re not. You may find it little difficult to make a choice if you’re an advanced primate and exposed to twenty-four seven ongoing debates, that I know you are.
My first attempt to debate was in college in which I told a joke to everyone and came second. First was the girl who banged her fist on the podium to make a point and third was a guy who came up with statistics.
Well, that was first legit attempt. I have made other numerous attempts at debate too, few of which were mainstream and others were mainstream because others said so.
Numero uno being, what’s scarier? aliens or ghosts? My elder brother is a geek and he exposed me to this early trauma of being abducted by aliens. But I wasn’t retarded, who falls for stupid aliens coming from UFOs and abducting humans for clinical trials. I was scared of ghosts who were apparently everywhere. From the bathroom to storeroom and I’m also hundred percent sure of the presence of one ghost which came on night dragging his sharpened wood on roads and whistling. Later I realized that the same ghost charged everyone in my colony of his talent.
So for me, ghosts won and aliens lost… but one fateful day I saw aliens, and I kid you not, this particular debate came to an end with a tie.
Although not all debates have the same end. For me SRK won over SK and Cake triumphed over ice-creams, I mean those were personal choices. And who cares what people are doing in their personal spaces. I mean having a personal space in our culturally clubbed country is a huge deal but still what you do in your personal time and space is none of my business.
All debatable questions were occurring at their own speed and were taking their time but then suddenly I started figuring out how this world is functioning. How people are trying to make sense out of this perfect chaos and BAM! I lost my sanity. I realized how geographically, politically, economically, culturally, and-god-knows-what-ly divided we are.
Now everything is a topic of debate and when I say everything that means everything. People have become fragile. Good old days of not taking offense to other’s liberty is a thing of past. The political discourse has made its entry into our lives. Answering allegations with allegations is a new way answering questions.
All good things from past are either already exhausted or are have been made brand new by changing it fundamentally. Ideologies are subject to market risk and also subject to how much you love your life and peace.
Homo sapiens are meeting every year to decide how the single source of essential resources should be used and then go back to exhaust it in a non-orderly fashion.
And the only thing that we are being left with is high commodity pricing, polluted air, non-drinkable water and tonight on prime time…
It started with a small peg with my elder cousin brother and went on to become a habit. I was in denial for so long that it is something that I do occasionally, but the truth was, I was habitual and it transformed me into a raging alcoholic.
When I say raging alcoholic that doesn’t mean that I ever created hindrances in others lives (Maybe at times) or it ever came in between my study plans or other important stuffs. But at one point I was so sure that I wouldn’t make through my life without it…
… And when I realized that I’m addicted to it, I decided to quit. Because nothing in this world can make sense when you’re high enough to not care about anything. Now I’m almost 3 years clean and super proud of the fact that alcohol does not control my plans.
Yesterday I shared a picture of scotch bottles and got an amazingly engaging response on whatsapp which made me wonder whether this proxy war that we are at with ourselves is making us all lose our true selves.
Alcohol brings no good time. But what it brings along with it is a burden. Burden of addiction. What people may argue is that it also brings freedom. Yes, it does bring freedom. Freedom to be carefree, freedom to enjoy yourself, but what it also brings along with it is an abuse of that freedom, either by yourself or by the person being carefree along with you.
What I can advise you guys is that try to enjoy this life, this freedom, in your senses. And if you are one of those who think that they can handle their drink because they drink responsibly then remember that your fun ends where someone else’s nose begins.
It’s your choice to pick your habits and interests, but remember that your choices can also make ripples of goodness in this world and lives of those who care about you.
Expanding The Horizons 