Bread Omelette

The bread omelette stared at me, like the disfigured face of a burn victim.

Its wrinkly white pores resembled an old man with no teeth. The omelette hung limply from the sides like the limbs of a cancer patient.

I sank my teeth into the rubber.

I hate bread omelette. So I had asked the guy to get me a plain omelette. It was a simple enough instruction. But what arrived was a sallow egg sandwiched between two resilient pieces of bread. I told him I did not want the bread. What made him get the bread?

He told me I should have specified.

Only I did.

I told him off, a bit rudely. And then realized, may be this was why people thought I was obnoxious. I left the sad bread omelette as the lame kitty nobody wanted. A desperate desire to throw away the pathetic excuse for food rushed through me. The nerves in my palms leaped in joy.

I could throw the plate in the kitchen and make him cringe in fear. May be the resounding noise would wake him out of his carelessness. A thousand such scenes flashed through my mind. It was worth a try. The act would be obnoxious enough to get his attention.

Or I could ignore it. Let him know I didn’t care for his substandard service. He would get the message.

Or I could just rescue the omelette and eat it. Ignore the distorted bread.

But there wasn’t any evil in that.

I patiently waited, looking to create maximum impact.

And as I pondered over the next course of action, I slowly ripped the bread to shreds. Along with the omelette. The elastic slice badgered my teeth. Amidst mouthfuls, I thought. This time, I’ll let it slide. But the next time, I drag him to hell.

Cast Away

I hate being ignored
Much less by you.
I hate being rejected
Not by anybody; never by you.

Despicable, tyrant of a heart
Says it improves my art
My tendency to rhyme
Is a farce to many; an obsessive crime.

I'll rhyme when I want
I'll write when I want
I'll feel what I want to feel
And you, Sir, are not going to change that.

You know what I hate?
About your whole bloody sex, I mean.
You make others care for you
Only to reject them right away.

What is this sadistic urge?
This destructive drive
To make people love you
Only so you could ignore them?

Now look what you've done
Made me hate myself
For falling into your charms
Only to be turned away.

Time and time again
Castaway.

Curse

Oh Lord of the Land with your arrogant belly
You are no better than the bed bugs silly.
Greedily feeding on my toiling blood
Like a parasite, you suck and suck.

You'll get a taste of your medicine, loon
Justice will be meted to you pretty soon!
You will die a dog's death
Burst by shrapnel, torn to shreds.

Your family will be forced to beg
In hell, you will weep and crave
The same craving that I have now
To get out of the hell you bestow

Mark my words, you filthy little man
My wrath curses you, see what it can!

5 Different Types of Perverts

My content seems to have taken a swing towards the mundane and daily from yesteryear dreamy posts. Sure enough I miss it but what can I do when there are so many humorously pathetic characters around? This post is dedicated to some of them.


Most women travelling by public transport or alone will have faced more than one of the following pathetic sad perverts.


1. The Look-around Guy- He keeps on staring at you, at your "assets" all the time never making a move. If you look at him once, he immediately turns away possibly ashamed at getting caught. These seem to be some of the more shameful types; whose perversion is limited to staring at your body parts.


2. The Laid back Guy- Quite literally. No matter how much space is there on the bus, he will always "fall back" upon you. You move to a side, turn away from him, but sure enough, his whole weight is concentrated upon you. And mind you, NONE of them have ripped figures to boast of. Most of them, to put it bluntly are quite overweight. Lord save you from getting sandwiched if you are sitting next to one of them. When you glare at them, they move away. Then after a few minutes, the bus keeps on jerking and he keeps on falling back upon you. And when they get down, and you glare at them, there is a smirk on the corner of their face; making you want to slap them with your chappals. Jerking back on you is by far their largest achievement in life.


3. The Disappointingly Attractive Guy- Sure enough, in the midst of rush hour traffic, sweaty fights to get one seat in a public vehicle and relentless waiting for hours, once in a while, you might find a guy who is reasonable attractive. He might even remind you of some celebrity like Rafael Nadal ( I kid you not, I met such a guy once!). So then, since celebrities are some of the most over-hyped people on earth, you quickly lose all sense of difference between a magical media-created celebrity and a flesh & blood person. 


He opens the door of the shuttle, lets you take the window seat and you can't help thinking, "Wow, this guy is pretty good to me, eh? Nice of him.." And then he is pretty decent for the first hour of the ride or so, but then he begins to fall back on you like the No. 2 kind of pervert. Surprisingly you don't mind, because let's face it, he was somewhat chivalrous ( I wanted to mean this word, ironically all I could think of was the word, 'chauvinistic'. :|). 


Another half hour into the ride and he starts touching you on the arm. You think you have misunderstood the touch or something (I don't know what that means but yes, you try to look for the positive desperately), till it becomes increasingly clear that the guy has no intention of even seeming to be nice. And what you feel at that moment, for lack of  a better expression is, "Et tu Dude?" You too? 


Pathetic perverts are many but this kind of pervert is seriously annoying. I mean, you handle all kinds of jerks everyday but this kind of meeting a jerk who "appears" to be reasonably attractive and well groomed is seriously disappointing. 


You move a bit further to the window giving him a clear indication that he should keep his hands under control. You don't even look at him coz the disappointment is enough to cause you nagging anger and you are more likely to punch him not so much for his jerkish behavior as for his shoving your dream guy ideal into a pool of cold water.


4. Hit & Miss Guy- Crowded public places see a proliferation of these guys. I once ran two stops to catch one such guy and then had him beaten by a flock of strangers who thought he was a pickpocket. Pity they wouldn't have behaved the same way if they had known he was an eve-teaser. These perverts are lurking in the crowd, may be out for a tea break or something, but whenever they see a girl, their first intention is to run and touch her. Preferably the rear. Coz its easy to touch and run. Also it's difficult for the girl to turn back and charge at the person than when she is touched in the front. Cowards again. But oh what pleasure there is to touch her! I bet their fathers did the same thing to them. 


5. Lap Top- Often times, when you are sitting next to this guy, he will begin behaving like the No. 2 Laid back Guy. The only difference is that, he does not stop at leaning on you; he steadily graduates from leaning to dangerously placing his hands on you. If the bus is crowded or you have a bag on your lap and are thinking of something else, you might think that he is leaning because he is asleep. But then, move away your bag, and quite possibly, you will find his finger on your leg. It happens. So does shit. But shit is normal. Is this normal too? I don't know. Enlighten me.


These are the five kinds of perverts I could think of. Do you know of more? Write back. 

The Bright Light

Love is Beautiful; Love is Bright
Love is Sweet; Love is Light
Love makes the world go round.


Love made my day; Love was my life
It was but love
That kept me alive.


Until I realized I could love no more.


I was crestfallen, injured.
I was bruised, battered.
I was a piece of coal, charred.


I leafed through the pages of life.
Had it been a lie?
A beautiful soulless lie?
The kind that makes you wanna die?


But surely that could not be true?
Surely something must be true?
My love, my passion
Couldn't be all imagination?


But as my head cleared
I felt light.
One emotion less to carry
One feeling less to be wary.


There was no love; never for me
It was a dream, a fantasy
All I was left with now
Were anger, hatred and jealousy.


Love gave me hope; it gave wings
But all that was gone now.


And there goes the water; I mop
The gold fish with dead fins.
And with it dies
Every hope of love and life.


So here I stand in the narrow room
With a gun in my mouth.
Thinking of a time lost
Of a dream, better forgotten
And I push the button.


A noise ensues.
And with it dies
Wretched sinful hope
Of a world of beauty & love.

Scream

Angry screams, Proud screams
Awaken me at midnight
Bewildered I sit
On the cold hard bed.


Voices surround me
Unfriendly, harsh
My ears shriek in pain
My eyes close in fear.


As the warm morning begins to smile
I hope for a new day
Away from the screams.
But they continue, they haunt
Until I run away.


Far and far I flee
The screams chase me
Until I can go no far
I look around, there is calm.


No more screams to haunt me
A yellow river, the green sky
Orange hills in the distance.
I sit on a rock.
The river serene sweeps by
And I feel safe.


But soon it's time to return
Where the screams lie.
Fearful steps I tread
Homeward bound.


But wait, what do I see?
The gentle river flowing by
Beckons me.
I go up to her edge
She smiles at me.
I walk down her
Soft wet body
Until the gentle water
Caresses my body.


Deeper and deeper I go
Until she kisses my lips
I stand there drinking the nectar
Of her sweet soft lips.


There she flows kissing me softly
Until my being is submerged
Under her kisses.


Kisses so intense I can't breathe.
Overwhelming kisses
Deep kisses.
I can't breathe.
The River feels me softly.
Give in, she muses quietly.
But I hold on,
Until finally
I surrender.
I let go, I let her kiss me
And deeper and deeper
I drown. 

Men Will Be Men

So I was browsing through a social networking site just now and saw a girl younger to me (I'm 22 years old btw), who has probably also worked in some recent acting productions, married. I'm not judging.


She was tagged in a photo that had the picture of a girl smoking (it was NOT her picture). There were some comments on that picture. One of them was from a lady and went like this: What a shameless girl! chi!. The other comment from a man, was a bit more specific: Girl der choritroi ata.mayra sob e pare.ader choritror kono level nai.. . . . . . . ("This is the character of girls, they can do anything. They have no level at all......." ). I am not judging. 


By virtue of interest, I clicked on the man's profile. His favorite singers include Shakira, Eminem and Avril Lavigne. His favorite movies include Tomb Raider, Transformers and The Dark Knight. I also clicked on the lady's profile. I did not find any 'interests' mentioned on her profile except that in the part of Favorite Quotations was written this: "Don't ask for my phone number. I'll not give it to you." Interesting.


I learnt that she was in her first year of graduation and was already engaged. The man, I don't know whether he is married or not, but he had a profile pic with a little girl. I wouldn't be too surprised if he turned out married as well.


Now gentle readers might ask me what's the point of all this.


Truth is I don't know. I have half a mind to put the links here so that you can drop by and send the man and woman in question, a short message, asking what it is that they truly believe in. The woman's case seems to be pretty simple. She has conservative values, which explains why she is already engaged in the first year of college.


The man's scenario, I find amusing. One wonders what his values are when he sees Angelina Jolie smoking onscreen. And not to mention the steamy Megan Fox in Transformers. Let's just be honest, Megan Fox is the best thing to happen in Transformers. 


But I'm pretty sure, the man does not watch those movies to see the seductive Angelina Jolie or the steamy Megan Fox. He watches those movies purely because of the "Good Vs Evil" wars they portray. After all, that's why he even likes Milla Jovovich in Resident Evil..Oops, he does not like her, he just likes her "action".

  


Critics will always say a lot of things; they will always be cynical towards his good intentions. And even if he (like a lot of other men) likes to watch those beautiful scantily clad girls throwing their shapely limbs up and down, what's wrong with it? They are foreigners; they can do anything. In fact, the less clad they are, the better. ;)

But that does not mean that girls of our homes will go on and start doing those things! Oh No! That would be a sacrilege! I mean a girl smoking, how atrocious is that?! And not because smoking is a harmful habit which is dangerous to both men and women and all those who inhale the smoke. It is atrocious because it is a girl who is smoking! I mean, can you imagine that?? It's alright for a man to smoke, it's alright for a man to pass lewd comments about women on the street even if she is covered from head to toe, it is alright for a man to beat up his women; he's a MAN. He can do anything. God Almighty has given him the full right to do as he pleases, with women, with children, with even other species. 


A fellow trainee likes to smoke. She has about 5-6 cigarettes everyday. She hears quite a bit of lecture for her unhealthy habit from me. Everyday during break, we go out to search for relevant shops in the area and she takes this time to smoke. I can't stand the fumes, so I stand away, while she smokes to her heart's content. The area is a predominantly official area with a lot of office-goers (read: men) around. All shapes and sizes of men ranging from your average rickshawallah to the elderly businessman pass by. They look at her; I look at them. Desire, a rowdy oppressiveness characterized by a sly smile adorn them as they pass by. Some of them even take their time to stop by and gaze at her as if she's a new species at the zoo. I mean, what kind of girls smoke? The 'bad' girls right? If a girl can smoke, then she can do anything. Yes, that's right. Anything. 


If a girl smokes, it means she is cheap and easily available. She is ready to sleep with anyone, be it a roadside rickshawallah or a sex starved 50 something elderly businessman. She is very 'open', you know. 

But what if a girl is not smoking? What if let's say, she's wearing full length clothes? I see 70 year old rich men pass by and give her a quick glance of desire. Lust. There is nothing fatherly or even the least conservative about their glance. And I am shocked. Because these are rich men, well one assumes they are educated, experienced in the ways of the world, one assumes that since they are old and on their way to the grave, they will treat girls of their grand daughters' age as such. 


But silly me. It's always the girl's fault, didn't you know? 


It's raining heavily. I am fully wet by the time I reach the bus station from my home. On my way to office. Water dripping, there is nothing attractive about me. At least I don't feel so. I am like a waterfall. I feel like a cartoon. Irritated. I hate rains. And I notice a man beside me, an old man, but this time, from the lower sections of the society, staring at me, as if he would gulp me down, if he could. 


And frankly, I don't know what to make of it. I mean I am used to lewd comments, unabashed gazes on streets but when it's a calamity, the least you would expect of everyone is to mind their business. But c'mon, how could that stop him from gazing at me, at my body, more specifically? I could be even more specific but then my gentle readers would not be able to take it. Some of those gentle readers include well educated men who talk idealistically of equality between sexes. :)

I never get over it. Always mind my surroundings. What to wear, where I am going. After dark hours. Scares me. I also have a cause of suffocation, which means that I cannot be huddled in crowded spaces.But crowded buses, shuttles, often a tired traveler sits close to me, with hands dangerously close and nowhere to escape. I gasp for a breath of air. 


But c'mon men do this. Don't they do hard work everyday just for the sake of their family, this economy? If they are a bit comfortable with their hands on you, let them do it. After all, they are not raping you. Always remember, you are a woman. You have to mind your surroundings. Men will be men. They are biologically programmed this way. 


And this is the crux of all education. No matter how educated you are, no matter how many degrees you have, somewhere down the line, you will find these degrees fail. Which line is that? The line of sex.Your MBA degree is not going to save you from getting raped at night. It doesn't matter how compassionate a social worker you are, it is not going to stop lewd comments from getting at you.

At this rate, my highly educated idealistic friends would scream up, 'But.. but there are women too...'. Yes there are women who have been molded by this overwhelming suffocating obnoxious system of patriarchy. Women who think it's the girl's fault if the man touches her. But who's fault is that?


And now my intellectual friends will give examples from Raja Rammohun Roy and Vidyasagar who were the first ones to campaign for women's rights in India. I don't contest that. All Good.


But strangely, I don't get to see many Rammohuns and Vidyasagars every day that I travel. Or even generally. May be it's my fault. I've got a girl's brains you see. Girls are by nature a bit stupid and irrational. Hope you will excuse me for that. :)

And how many of these high flying scholars have been teased by the lustful glances of men? Er..Okay, Women? 


At least 1 woman?


No? 
Then Shut Up. :)


P.S: Like the pictures? ;)


P.P.S: Here's a raunchy link I found on hot female cartoons. The best part? The writer is kind enough to offer his expert opinion on what women/gay men would like as well : 

http://www.cracked.com/blog/mommy-im-confused-10-women-from-80s-cartoons-that-ushered-us-into-manhood/

The Insect

The morning light streams in
I wake up.
The soft breeze caresses my face
Its time to get up.


I try to move the covers
But cannot.
My hands too small
My body, that of an insect.


I try to move to the side
Can't. My numerous tiny limbs fail
Ah well, got to run to office
No matter how much I ail


It's late, I better get up but
I fall to the floor
And Baam! I hurt my head
I don't find support.


I cry for help
But my voice is gone
A little squeak escapes my throat.


Pushing hard, I open the door
I see my diseased father, my worried mother
And then there is my boss, "Oh hello Sir!"
They get appalled at my sight.


My mother lets out a horrified shriek
My boss flees, repulsed.
My father chases me round the room with a stick.


Bam! The stick hurts my hind leg
A transparent liquid oozes out
I squeak in pain
And hurriedly retreat to my room!


Did I do something wrong?
Did I say something?
I just told them I have a life
I can't, I won't do everything they desire
Follow their orders blindly
I have a life of my own.
I am not perfect. I am human.


Why then does my mother stare at me shockingly?
Why then is my boss repulsed?
Why then did my father beat me?
Is it because of the insect body?


I lie on the floor, looking at the ceiling
The milk they left me is no good.
My antenna diverts my mood
To some insects by the wall.


Suddenly they seem attractive
Suddenly they seem delicious
Stealthily approaching, I snatch one up.
And quietly gobble it down.
There I lie on the floor staring at the ceiling
Wondering of the past.


My five year plan,
My career, my love
Go past me in a flash.


And as the daylights dim
I fall asleep
And go into a distant dream...

P.S: Inspiration and Concept from Franz Kafka's novella Metamorphosis published in 1915. The famous first lines of the book which have become imbibed in history are as follows, 

"As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect. He was lying on his hard, as it were, armor-plated back and when he lifted his head a little he could see his domelike brown belly divided into stiff arched segments on top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and was about to slide off completely. His numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his eyes."


Franz Kafka(1883-1924) dealt with the extreme fragmentation and dehumanization that occurred in the modern man's life due to the autocratic pressures of power. He was a Czech Jew who wrote in German roughly before the rise of Nazism. However, till date,  his novels are considered to be powerful testimonies against the functional machinery of power, whether hegemonic or autocratic.

Invisible

So worthless. So lonely. What's the use of all the achievements in the world if you don't have people to love you? So futile. Are you that undeserving? That people leave whenever they come close to you. Are you like some sort of jinx that destroys everything it touches? What's the point. You keep on asking yourself. What is the point? Of relationships, feelings. Coz people, even animals you love are going to leave you anyway. Now sitting like a zombie beyond 2:30 am, watching an episode of The Simpsons. Sarcasm, pessimism, but how far can you appreciate the humor? And all you need is someone to care for you. How desperate. How utterly shameful. How despicable. You are but a person of contradictions. It's not that bad, you hope. But so unfit. And retarded. And demented.


A bit of Toby Maguire sure seems to cheer you up. I wish I was Spiderman. Unfortunately I am Invisible. I wish I was not. 

Anguish

Why did you have to come?

Why did you have to mean so much?

Why did you have to care?

Why did you have to leave?

What's the point?

I still don't get it

I fail to understand humans

But isn't it the same with animals?

They come

They spread joy

They love

They die.

What's the point?

How futile

How nonsensical

How sad

How terribly sad!

And here I am left

On the dirt filled road

Clutching up the pieces 

Of a broken life.

Something which could have been

Something that we might be!

The House

The House so busy

The House so full

The House full of people

The House is Haunted.

Through its corridors I pass

An eerie wind blows by

The doors and windows rattle

The house- a silent solitary lass.

There's darkness all around

The people- asleep or dead?

The gentle moonlight streams forth

And illuminates those laid

Bodies mutilated

Centuries of oppression

They breathe, these bodies

But are they alive?

Towards dawn

A phantom figure

Does his rounds

Through the unending corridors.

A quest for something

Power, Knowledge, Immortality?

Drives this phantom around

A lean shriveled figure

Can't properly see, can't properly hear

It remembers the golden days

When it ruled over the bodies

That now lie at the maze.

I am awake- not the body

I can see- not the Phantom

Then who am I?

Silently observing this haunted house

I see dead people walking

And working in the world at large.

Bodies shout

Bodies cry

Bodies try to live

A normal life.

But I watch and think

Is it possible

For the bodies

To ever live?

The Phantom has sucked them dry

Used their lives to live his own

And though weak, he still rules.

Will it ever end?

I see the Phantom

Trying to regain his lost kingdom

And still command mastery

Over those bodies.

No living thing survives in this house

Plants wither, animals die.

But the bodies go on working

And old Phantom King reigns

This Palace of Ruins. 

Apathy

I wanted to give the title of this post as "Five reasons why Guys are Dick-Heads" but then figured that, that would increase the readership; which is the last thing I want for this post. Mind's gone blank now. Completely..

And another of my trademark lines, 'So much to tell, so less of words...'

Hence,

WARNING: As you might have well guessed by now, this post is going to be on depression and my apathy towards humankind; particularly the 'man'kind. The intelligent reader is therefore requested to press the 'return' key or 'close' button on his/her browser. Those who are depressed enough with their lives to commit suicide however, read on... :)

I have been sorely depressed for the past few days. Have not been able to sleep for two nights. Last night particularly kept me awake due to the myriad voices in my head. I am fucked up alright. Couple this up with my paranoia and you have a perfect person. ;)

It will not be right to limit myself by calling my mother an angel. She is more than that, she is like a Goddess on a  pedestal who should be worshiped everyday. However I feel that I don't appreciate her very much. She has tolerated my temper tantrums all this while. Last night for instance, I was throwing chairs and bottles all around. Yes. that's right, Agra coming soon folks.

She gave me an ultimatum on choosing the proper food habit (I've been going without food for some days now, skipping or not eating at all) or look for someplace else to live. Looks like I have to find a place soon. :P

So what's been happening in this overly exciting life of mine that has been driving me completely insane? Actually Nothing. Absolutely Nothing. 

How long have I wanted to speak up, protest when I see something wrong. But it has never been possible. The fear, the apprehension. Makes me feel worthless when I am unable to protest against some wrong happening in front of me. One thing that I particularly hate is the bullying of people. May be coz I have been bullied many times. I know a bully when I see one.

Making fun of someone just because they are different, ostracizing them completely from the community is something bullies specialize in. In my short-lived life, the bullies I have seen generally are mostly girls. There you go, now you know, I am not particularly fond of many girls either. 

Hence Proved: I am not a sexist; I hate everyone. :D

Just because the bullies specialize in dominating the slightly 'different' type, does not mean that they are intelligent. An excerpt from a conversation they had:

Bully 1: Do you know, the couple who is a distant relative of my grandfather's cousin's daughter's cousin's son had a second issue right a year after the birth of their firstborn. How did that happen? :O

3 Other Bullies: :O :O :O

Well, I guess everybody has their area of special interests. Their conversations however remind me of those Zoozoo ads.

So from being the butt of numerous "interesting" and "intelligent" jokes, I have now been respectfully admitted to the Official Bully Club. So how does it feel to smilingly kiss those whose tongues bear spite?

"I wanna thank my Mom, my Dad, the Official Bully Association of my school and all other Bully Associations that have taught me, enabled me, equipped me to be a part of this glorious institution.This honor is dedicated to all those bullies out there who make angry disturbed adults of young innocent children and hence make them fit in amiably with the rest of the world...."

Suckers.

It's funny in a distorted way. But then I pride myself on having a distorted sense of humor. Nevertheless, I still feel very inadequate when the bully group starts finding another victim. They were laughingly sneering about another innocent victim when one of the bullies looked at me and said, "She did not understand who we were talking about", as if to make allowances for my lack of understanding. (So considerate of her!)

I looked at her and said,"You people make things pretty obvious". She immediately looked down.

It enrages me when I see an innocent person being dragged into meaningless taunts and social ostracism when they hurt nobody and are quite adept with their studies and life. Which is much less than one could say about these bullies. I feel like telling them, that the victims are much better than the good-for-nothing bitches and their sons who talk nonsense all day and even make less sense than a can of trash. 

But I can't. Therein lies the irony.

I am not ready to be part of any group. Group-ism has a tendency to generate mass hysteria where normally condemnable things also become acceptable. I have seen some of my closest friends who are generally righteous in nature bring about unthinkable assaults when in part of a group. And I did not like it. 

I'm strictly against extremism of any kind. For that, if people think I am unsocial, so be it. I couldn't give a damn. 

Girls generally tend to hang out together in a bevy- for social purposes. And a bevy of girls is often more spiteful than a single guy. 

Having said that, let's return to the original topic of discussion: Five, sorry Four Reasons why guys are Dick-Heads.

Definition of Dickhead:

1) According to Wikipedia:

"Dickheads were a brand of matches released by Australian businessman Dick Smith in 1999."

2) According to The Free Dictionary:

"Slang a stupid or despicable man or boy

[from dick² (in the sense: penis) + head]"

3) According to Urban Dictionary:

"A British Word which is used to describe a person who is rude and obnoxious. Most dickheads think they are clever, when they are far from it."

For the theoretical premises of our understanding, we will take into consideration the last two meanings of 'dickhead' stated for our research paper.

Time for a surprise: I am not going to point out any reasons for hating guys, but just point out some of the pathetic stereotypes I have begun to hate lately.

The Authority

Frankly I hate it when guys/men/whatever show their authority. And recently it has become a regular phenomenon. I have had enough of people who think they own me and control my life. No one orders me to do anything! And I don't give a shit to what  a big figure you are!

Spite. Hatred. Rage. All by choice. Controlling your temper for just a few days more. No More, No More.

Who says I can’t be free?

From all of the things that I used to be

Re-write my history

Who says I can’t be free?

It’s been a long night in New York City

It’s been a long night in Baton Rouge

I don’t remember you looking any better

But then again I don’t remember you....

The Popular Guy

Second one to top this list: Guys who think they own the world. Arrogance and self obsessive behavior enrages me. Talk to me when you need me and then simply ignore when I pose a question. You, my readers would naturally tell me to avoid such deep shit; well God knows, why I think people are capable of change. God only knows why I listen to my friends who speak so highly of such unworthy shit.

The Friend

Ahh... the Friend. Once a friend, now estranged. Indifference. Formality. What is lost can never be gained back. Still, a longing. And frustration when the longing is not reciprocated. I guess its too much to expect your friend to understand you. At least in my case.

The Heart Breaker

Ahh, my Favorite One! You spend years trying to bring your light funny side to his disposal. Everybody's opinions change, including the bullies. That's alright and relieving but what about the one whose opinions matters the most? What about the one for whom you fought with your close friend? One fine day, he tells you that he finds you arrogant! And in the flicker of an eternity, you realize that all your attempts has led to a BIG ZERO. You give him more impetus than he deserves- you allow him to show a bit of his intelligence-you allow him moments of self indulgence...all the time never questioning it. And you are the arrogant one. Well I've got only two words to say to you buddy: 

Fuck off! :D

You try not to get into too many unpleasantries with him despite the fact that he got his 15 minutes of fame at your cost. (Boy, now do I sound arrogant! Good, I'm getting there. :) )

You have always believed that it was not his fault. And this is what it all leads to. The culmination point.A slap on the face was absolutely necessary to bring you back to reality. Having too much faith in someone's intelligence, someone's sensitivity, eh? Not done. Not everybody is YOU. :D

It is arrogance you want, it is arrogance you will get. 

Be very careful what you wish for. You might just get what you want. :)

Conclusion

Some people have thought over millions of ages that 'advising' me is the best possible way to solve my problems. With due respect, you all are wrong. You generally don't tell me anything I already don't know. What further irritates me is when somebody uses my lines on me! I mean that's atrocious. Seriously huneybunch, what were you thinking? And yes, never ever tell me what to do. I hate people who preach. (Coz I do that most of the time and am pretty aware of the intricacies, you see. Preaching is for dumbos. And I am not one.) But if you have anything new to contribute, by all means do. Facts are welcome. Your suggestions are welcome too. Most of all, what I would like is a good listener who can empathize. Most of the time, the solutions are pretty simple. Any ass can come up with them. The trick however is to motivate a person towards the solution. I agree motivating me is not easy. In those cases, shut the hell up. Or at least try to listen. If you can't do that either, well then go away. I won't cry. 

Those of you who have been patient enough to read through this whole article might have one thought now: that I am particularly deranged and self obsessed. Yes I am. I actually felt pretty self obsessed while writing the conclusion. And you know what, I'm happy about it. Why I choose to be someone else's version you ask? Revenge. Hatred. No more Miss Nice Girl. Insects are meant to be squashed, not petted and so they will be. And no gender discrimination there, I promise you. :)

But you know what the most ironic thing about this state of affairs is? 

That after reading this, people will come and tell me that I write exceptionally well.

And then they ask me why I am pessimistic. 


p.s: Happy Women's Day.

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